So... because of some advice I got (from the user HakunaMatataBitch), I decided to write a lemon! It's not very... sexy, but I promise, I'll make a more mature one in the next chapter!

The reason I didn't add it to the last story is because that story is a T-rated story, and I know some people can't read M-rated things, so I'd rather more people read that, and have a separate lemon (also because I noticed a serious lack of lemons in the YahiroxMegumi department, so I decided to give it a go!)

Hope you like! (And feel free to judge, because I'm pretty sure I suck at writing lemons...)

Megumi fiddled with her wedding dress as she sat next to a furious Yahiro, hands gripping the wheel so tightly, his knuckles were white.

"Yahiro-"

"Don't speak."

"But-"

He shot her a glare, which she shrank from. How on earth had this happened? Today had been such a wonderful wedding… until Akira came.

Megumi had to admit, most of the fight's fault was probably hers, but how could she help it? She had hoped, even at their wedding, Yahiro would keep the sad, lonely longing in his eyes blocked out when he caught sight of Akira, but of course, old habits die hard.

And so Megumi got mad. And when she got mad, she sang. And when she sang…

Well it was no wonder Yahiro was angry.

He finally slammed the brakes in front of the hotel they had made reservations in, and tossed the keys rather forcefully to the valet. Megumi tagged along, regretting (as she had been doing the whole car ride) unleashing her fury through her voice, especially at her wedding.

"Hello, and welcome to the Matsuya Hotel," the man at the desk greeted them. "Your names?"

"Saiga," Yahiro said, his face an unreadable mask of stone. The man nodded and handed them each a key card.

"Congratulations on your wedding," he said formally. "The honeymoon suite is ready for you."

Yahiro nodded in thanks, and the two of them got into the elevator. Yahiro pressed the top button and the elevator smoothly slid upwards.

"Yahiro-"

"We'll talk in the room," was all he said, and when the elevator let out a delicate 'ding!', the two of them went into their luxurious suite. Megumi looked around, eyes widening.

The place was extremely fancy, but then again, it was probably a completely normal room for someone like Yahiro. She turned to speak with him, but before she could open her mouth, he whirled at her angrily.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" he glared at her, but Megumi could easily see the fright in his eyes. "I'm sorry I reacted that way! It's habit, all right!?"

She stared, and suddenly realized what she hadn't noticed all along: that he thought their argument was his fault.

"I was trying to say…" Megumi hesitated. "I wanted to say sorry for ruining our wedding."

"You didn't ruin it," he said shortly. "At least you chased out the guests that I didn't want there."

Megumi giggled, but her face grew solemn again.

"This is a problem we'll just have to solve together," she took his hand. "I… I already know you love me. So… I'll learn to stop being so jealous of Akira."

He gazed at her, and Megumi let out a sudden squeak as he embraced her fiercely.

"G- Good," he tried sounding nonchalant, but she could hear his voice breaking. "Because… Because if you actually get jealous and you leave me…"

He actually shuddered in her arms. "Don't leave me, Megumi."

She smiled. "I can't, baka. We're legally married now."

There was an awkward pause as what she said registered through their minds.

Married…

Megumi gulped as she backed away from the embrace.

"I'm, um, going to go get dressed!" she squeaked as she dashed off into the bedroom. Yahiro gazed after her… then smiled.

He could learn. He would learn how to release Akira from his heart, because he didn't need her there anymore.

Yahiro slowly followed her into the bedroom. Megumi was brushing her hair, clad in a simple, thin, white pajama set.

"Y- Yahiro!" she glared at him. "I'm still changing!"

He leaned against the door. "Oh? What's the matter? Shy in front of the man you longed for?"

She turned crimson. "Are you never going to let that go?""

"Course not," he smirked. "After all…"

He was suddenly behind her, his hands ever so gently brushing her shoulders.

"That was when… I first dated the woman who would become my wife," he breathed into her ear, and she shivered.

"Y- Yahiro…"

She let out a soft gasp as he gently, so very, very gently, bit down on her neck. His hands slid down her sides in a way that made her stomach swoop nervously. After the sharp prick of pain, Megumi let out several more gasps as she realized he was licking the bite he had given her.

Yahiro drew his head back to see his mark, and felt a rush of satisfaction. He had marked her. She was his now. She didn't belong to anyone but him.

To his surprise, Megumi took his hand, and led him to the bed. His heart quickened at her implications, especially when she hesitantly began to undo the buttons on her pajama top. He quickly put a hand on hers, stopping her.

"Megumi… if you go any further, you can't blame me for wanting to do this," he warned her. She smiled nervously.

"I know, but… I… I want you, Yahiro."

Her voice came out so softly he had to strain to hear it, but when he heard it, he felt his heart skipping a few bumps. He swallowed, and watched as she finished unbuttoning her top. It hung loose, over her small, slender frame, and she laid down, her hand extended to him. He slowly nodded, undoing his own shirt before joining her in the bed. He looked down and saw the fear and nervousness in her eyes, so he gently kissed her. They fell onto the bed, her hair splayed over the clean white pillow.

Megumi wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, bringing his hands near the gentle swell of her breasts, gently stroking the sides. She broke off the kiss, eyes wide in surprise. He reassuringly nuzzled her neck as he slowly pulled her shirt open.

"Y- Yahiro…"

He paused.

"Yahiro, I'm scared," she confessed. He smiled.

"I know… I am too," he assured her. "But… you trust me, right?"

She took a deep breath, before looking him straight in the eyes.

"Always," she whispered.

He finished opening her shirt, and his gaze fell upon her. He greedily drank in her image, flushed and pink, as she tried to avoid his eyes.

Feeling his smoldering gaze on her bare breasts, she began to feel something akin to shame seep in to her heart. Yahiro was probably disappointed that she wasn't as developed as most girls, and-

"Beautiful."

Megumi's eyes opened in surprise as he gazed at her, mesmerized.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured softly, his eyes roaming over her naked torso. Megumi blinked away her tears, a warm feeling pushing her shame out.

She let out a gasp as Yahiro tentatively reached out and carefully stroked her breast. Her nipples hardened under his long fingers as he gently kneaded her.

Megumi's eyes flew open and she arched, crying out as his mouth descended, hot and wet, onto her, licking and sucking her nipples. She clutched him tightly, her whimpers filling his ears as he nuzzled her chest. She had never experienced such a strange, wonderful sensation before.

"Yahiro," she panted.

"Say it again."

She blinked in surprise.

"Say my name again," he begged, and she smiled.

"Yahiro," she said clearly. His eyes darkened as he slowly began to lower her pants.

"Wait."

He hesitated, feeling dread sinking into his stomach. Had she changed her mind? Was he being too fast? Did she decide on-?

"I don't want to be completely naked and you're still in your clothes," she pouted, cheeks aflame. He paused in surprise, then grinned.

"Why, Megumi… aren't you the dirty one."

He swiftly pulled off his shirt, allowing her shocked gaze to view his bare torso. She curiously put her small hands against his chest, feeling the soft and hard ridges of his body.

"You're beautiful too," was all she managed to say. He chuckled lowly, gently stroking her stomach. He laid his ear near her heart, enjoying the sound of the th-thump it made.

"Yahiro…"

He looked up and saw her sparkling brown eyes, filled with happy, bright tears.

"I really love you."

He hesitated. "I… love you too."

Before she could let out the gasp intended, he lowered her pants, revealing a pair of small, white cotton panties. Megumi flushed as his eyes caught sight of the tiny pink bow perched on top, so befitting of the innocent girl.

"Aww… cute," he teased. "You wore these just for your beloved man, hmm?"

"Yahiro!" she shrieked in embarrassment as he fiddled with the little ribbon, a teasing smirk on his handsome face. After checking it was okay, he slid down her underwear, revealing her cleanly trimmed womanhood, moist with longing.

"Spread your legs for me," he murmured in her ear. Face red, she did as he told her to, allowing him easier access between her thighs.

"Megumi…" he murmured softly. "Don't panic about what I'm going to do, okay?"

Her eyes shot open, but she forced herself to nod.

"O- Okay…"

It took Megumi a second to realize what was happening, as she felt something warm and wet probing her insides. She arched again, letting out a strangled cry, as Yahiro worshipped her secret area with his tongue. She wove her fingers through his silken hair, her embarrassment and pleasure mingling and pooling between her legs.

"Y- Yahiro!" she begged. "It's dirty down there! Don't-! Ahhhh!"

She cried out in release as the sweet, torturous pleasure he started within her peaked and exploded. Megumi struggled to catch her breath, gasping at the strange, foreign sensation of having so much pleasure in that area. She had never felt that little circular area stimulated so much. She felt the occasional goose bumps when she brushed it while in the shower, but she had never actually felt something like that, so intense, so deep…

Yahiro nervously undid the zipper on his pants, continuously gazing at Megumi, as if expecting her to change her mind and tell him to stop. When she didn't, he bit his lip and lowered his lower garment. Megumi curiously reached out, gazing at the snug bulge between his legs. Yahiro hissed as her slender hand came into contact with his throbbing manhood.

"Don't do that," he warned. "I don't think I could handle myself."

Megumi blushed at this statement, as he hesitantly lowered the last article of clothing separating the newlyweds physically. Megumi turned bright red, unable to tear her eyes off of his erection. She cupped her face in her hands, but her eyes continued to peek out to gaze at Yahiro.

"M- Megumi?" he gulped tentatively. "Are you okay?"

"…can I touch it?"

Yahiro nearly lost it then, but attempted to keep his cool façade. "O- Okay…"

Megumi shyly reached out and began to gently stroke the pulsing rod. Yahiro immediately backed away, muttering a string of curses under his breath.

"Yahiro?!" Megumi cried in alarm. "Did I do something wrong?"

He swallowed and warned himself to calm down. Megumi was looking on the verge of tears, and it wouldn't do to make her think that she had made a mistake.

"No, Megumi… you didn't," he tried to slow his breathing back to normal. "But… But… Um…"

How do I say this without sounding like a total pervert?

"Your fingers felt… really nice," he said lamely. Megumi's mouth went 'o' in shock (leading Yahiro to think more erotic things), before she began to giggle.

"Sorry."

"No, you're not, you tricky girl," Yahiro grinned, pinning Megumi to the bed, as he playfully nuzzled her neck. Maybe it was the fact that neither of them were wearing any clothes, but now, it seemed less awkward to touch each other intimately.

"Megumi…"

"Hmm?"

He kissed her, and while she was distracted, he placed the tip of his rod against her moist opening. Her eyes flew open.

"Is it… okay?" Yahiro asked worriedly. Megumi took a deep breath, and faced him with a smile.

"Yes," she whispered, and so he slowly pushed himself in.

It hurt, clearly. Tears collected at the corner of her eyes, tears she had to swallow down. Yahiro swiftly kissed her tears away, begging her to wait, to calm down; it would be over soon…

She clutched him tightly, so tightly, and he let her. He had hurt her throughout the period of their relationship, but never any way other than emotionally. Now, seeing her cry at the physical pain was wrenching his heart in ways he had never felt. Something warm leaked out, and he froze in horror, when he realized what it was. The bed sheets speckled with something scarlet, and he felt like crying right with her, but her voice brought him back. She needed him to be the strong one.

"Yahiro…" Megumi whimpered, and he kissed her again, smoothing her hair down, whispering nonsensical things to her, things neither of them understood in words, but simply understood… And the pain began to ebb, and she clutched him again, but not as tightly.

"You can… move, I think," she said hesitantly. He gazed at her, and after making sure she was completely okay, his hips began to push against hers.

"I… I'm going to…" Megumi let out another whimper, but he interrupted her.

"I love you," Yahiro murmured, before crushing her lips under his own, the two of them continuing to share their intricate dance. Megumi's fists tightened around him, eyes squeezing shut, but he brushed her face with his hand, willing her to look at him.

"No… I want you to watch me," he whispered brokenly in her ear, hands holding down her hips. "I want you to see me making love to you."

Megumi forced her eyes open, and gazing into Yahiro's lavender eyes, fringed by his askew hair, she stroked his cheek.

"Any regrets?" she whispered. His expression was one of confusion, until he saw the fear and insecurity flash in her eyes. He smiled reassuringly.

"None. And you?"

Megumi began to feel the wave, rising higher this time. The intensity, the shock, the momentum…

"None."

And the two came together, neither of them crying loudly, simply holding on to one another, tears and sweat mingling. He rested his head on her chest, listening again for her comforting heartbeat. She stroked his hair, her heart swelling with elation. They were one now. They were officially each others. He got up, struggling, and pulled the covers over them, collapsing next to her.

Megumi reached out and clasped his hand, smiling softly. He gave her a gentle grin in return.

There were no words needed for that moment. No words at all.