Surrender

Chapter 5: The Locket

“—kan…”

“—kan…” Mikan shifted in her sleep.

“—kan!” Mikan became aware someone was calling her.

“Oi, Polkadots! Wake up!” Mikan’s eyes shot open. On top of her, shaking her, was a black haired, crimson eyed, boy. ‘Grr… Natsume.’

Mikan began screaming as she shoved the boy off of her. “What the hell are you doing, Pervert? Why the hell am I in your room? Why am I sleeping in your bed? Did you do something perverted to me, Pervert?”

Natsume climbed off the bed, stood up, and glared down at her. “You better be glad I even took you home in the first place. I could have just left you to die in Central Town.” He replied nonchalantly.

Mikan pouted, sitting up in the bed. She noticed she was still dressed. “What happened?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around her legs.

Natsume walked off into the bathroom and just muttered in reply, “Some potion Hotaru gave you made you fall asleep.”

‘Hotaru? My best friend? Why would she put me to sleep?’ “Why?” She screamed to no one in particular.

Natsume reappeared from the bathroom. He was wearing a casual black t-shirt and black shorts. “Hmph.”

Mikan looked confused. “Why are you dressed like that? Don’t we have class today?” Natsume ignored her, grabbed a manga off his bookshelf, and flopped onto his couch.

Mikan became furious. She jumped off the bed, and lunged at Natsume, snatching his manga away. “Hey! What did you do that for?” He complained. Mikan asked again, “Don’t we have class today?” Natsume smirked, “No, idiot. It’s Saturday.”

Mikan felt a little warm. She looked at her sleeve of the arm that was holding the manga. It was on fire. “Ahhh!” She screamed as she dropped the manga and ran around the room a bit until the fire died out.

She began crying. “Natsume, you jerk! You burned a hole in my shirt!”

Natsume ignored her, picked up his manga, and continued reading it. Mikan was flustered. ‘I can’t believe he’s like this. He’s so peaceful when he’s sleeping, and he’s such a jerk when he’s awake!’ She walked to the door and tried open it. It was locked.

Mikan looked dumbfounded. She tried to unlock the door, it wouldn’t open. “Natsume, unlock your stupid door!” She yelled, frustrated. Natsume stood up curiously, “I didn’t lock it. Let me try.” He tried the door, but it wouldn’t unlock. ‘What the fuck?’

Natsume shrugged, “Oh well. I guess we’re stuck here for a while.” He sat back down on his couch. Mikan pouted and climbed into the bed and hid under the covers. Suddenly, the covers were yanked off of her. “What are you doing?” Natsume calmly asked. Mikan shrieked and grabbed at the covers. Natsume teasingly threw them away from her. As Mikan scrambled to reach for them, Natsume pulled her back and climbed on top of her.

“What are you doing, Pervert?” Mikan shrieked. Natsume remained pinning her to the bed. “I asked you what you were doing,” he replied with a smirk on his face. Mikan blushed and became frustrated. “I was trying to go back to sleep, idiot!” Mikan was thinking about how to escape from Natsume when he surprised her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispered, “You’re too peaceful when you sleep, Polkadots…” Mikan’s heart pounded in her chest.

“N-Na-Natsume…?” She asked at the raven haired boy on top of her. She felt a tingling sensation under her ear. Then another lower on her neck, and another a little lower. A moan escaped Mikan’s lips as she realized Natsume was kissing her. She closed her eyes and all her angry and frustrated thoughts dissipated.

Natsume kissed her neck and heard her almost inaudible moan. ‘Mikan…’ Natsume’s thoughts filled with her. He wanted to continue kissing her, pleasing her. Hearing her moan was turning him on. He began kissing the curves of her face before he moved to her lips. It was as if Mikan’s soft lips were waiting for him, inviting him. He pressed his lips against hers and was surprised at how easily and excitingly they yielded to him. He felt her grasp his shirt and pull him closer to her. The excitement overwhelmed him and he deepened the kiss with passion.

Mikan waited with anticipation for Natsume to finally kiss her lips. She wanted him. The feeling enthralled her. She let him explore her and she found herself grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to her. Natsume returned her enthusiasm and deepened the kiss. They kissed passionately and Mikan felt a hand touch her waist. The touch surprised her and she yelped. Natsume noticed how it excited her and she felt his hand gently pull at her shirt. His fingers found their way to her skin at her waist, and the feeling of his touch sent pleasant shivers down her spine. Mikan gasped, and Natsume paused to get a breath of air.

“Mikan…” he whispered into her ear. Hearing Natsume whisper her name made Mikan’s heart pound faster. They began kissing again. Mikan felt a tug at her hair and felt Natsume gently pull down her pigtails.

As Mikan’s hair lay around her face like a halo, Natsume ran his fingers through it, delighted by the feel of the silkiness against his skin. His other hand gently held her waist, not knowing if she would protest, Natsume softly raised his hand a few inches up her side, just below her ribcage, gently pulling her shirt with him.

Mikan’s stomach was now exposed. She felt Natsume’s fingertips caress her side and she tingled with pleasure. Not knowing what she intended, Mikan drew her hands to the bottom of Natsume’s shirt. Her hands teased his back, gently brushing it with her fingertips. Natsume gasped. His reaction spread through her like electricity. She kissed him with more ferocity, and tugged him down on top of her. With their bodies now touching, Mikan tugged at Natsume’s shirt, and pushed it farther up his torso. Without knowing, it also raised her shirt a couple of inches.

When Mikan tugged Natsume on top of her, he felt the warmth of her body. He wanted her. He felt excitement course through his veins. He felt Mikan push his shirt up gently, and realized it was no longer partially covering his hand. ‘I must be nearing her bra by now, why doesn’t it bother her?’ He thought to himself as he slid his hand up with her shirt. His fingertips caressed her skin and he felt the silky fabric that was the bottom of her bra. With this Natsume felt the blood rush to his head and to his groin. He started to get an erection, but didn’t care. He didn’t want to stop kissing her, touching her, enveloping her.

Mikan felt Natsume’s fingertips brush her bra. Excitement shot through her once again. ‘Is he going to touch my breast? Why am I not complaining? I’m not even scared. I want him to touch me…’ Natsume’s body compressed hers, and she spread her legs to allow his to rest between her thighs. As she did this she felt a warm sensation between her legs. She was hot and pulsing. ‘I want him to touch me… This must be what leads to sex… Am I okay with that?’ She pondered to herself as she enjoyed Natsume’s every touch, caress, and stroke of his tongue. She felt a hard growing sensation between her legs. It was coming from Natsume! ‘Is that his penis? Oh my god, what do I do? Pervert! No… It feels nice, like it belongs.’ Mikan thought to herself. She felt gentle pulsing resonate between her clitoris and his penis.

Mikan moaned, ‘Only if it’s Natsume…’ she thought to herself before losing herself to the pleasure.

“Nat…sume…” Mikan breathed. ‘She has to notice my erection. Does she realize I’m almost touching her breasts? She has to… but she’s not calling me a pervert. She’s acting like she wants to continue,’ A confused Natsume thought. ‘There’s one way to make sure she knows what is happening.’ He knowingly grinded against Mikan and gently cupped a breast. Mikan gasped in his ear. Natsume’s reason began to leave his mind as he realized she didn’t fight back, she didn’t want to fight back. He had never felt such passion and impatience course through him. ‘Mikan will be my first. No… Mikan will be my first and only.’

Mikan was surprised as Natsume rubbed himself against her, causing pleasure to shock her senses. At the same time, she felt his warm hand cupping her breasts over her bra. Mikan gasped in ecstasy. Her fingers momentarily grasped Natsume’s back fiercely, but quickly let go and took hold of his shirt.

Natsume’s shirt was pulled up to his shoulders. He noticed what Mikan wanted and quickly pulled it off and tossed it on the floor. He gazed lovingly at the beautiful girl lying beneath him. He watched as her eyes calmly opened, and he gazed into her wide, beautiful, hazel eyes.

Natsume removed his hand from her hair and gently grasped the bottom of her shirt, which almost revealed her bra. His other hand removed itself from her breast and did the same. Slowly, he gently tugged Mikan’s shirt over her breasts. She innocently raised her arms as she allowed him to pull the shirt over her head. A gold heart shaped locket tumbled onto her open chest, but Natsume didn’t notice.

Natsume was lost in Mikan’s eyes as he tossed her shirt on the floor. He leaned back down on Mikan. The skin of his six pack abs caressed the skin of her bare stomach. He gently kissed her lips, begging for return. Mikan happily obliged. Natsume traced her face with his fingers. They caressed down her neck, finding their way to her chest. They felt something warm and hard. He disconnected from Mikan and gazed down at what he was holding in his hand.

“What the hell is this?” Natsume growled, astonished by what he now held in his hand. Mikan’s senses suddenly returned and she stared in horror at what he was holding. ‘Oh no! What is he going to think? What if he didn’t give it to me? I’ll be so embarrassed!’

Mikan pushed Natsume off of her. Both had forgotten their previous situation. “It’s none of your business!” She yelled in his face. She motioned to get out of the bed, but Natsume pulled her back down. He gently forced her to face him.

Natsume frowned as he got a hold of the locket again. ‘Is this what she had that’s so important to her?’ Jealousy seethed through his body. He felt his hands burn and he dropped the locket back on Mikan’s chest. “Ouch!” She screamed. “Are you trying to burn me now? Are you trying to burn it?” She shrieked. Natsume grumbled, “… Didn’t mean to…”

Mikan huffed and turned over, facing away from Natsume. Natsume caressed her naked shoulder, and a shiver ran down her spine. “What is it?” He asked in almost a whisper.

Mikan knew her eyes were filled with tears, but she bit them back and turned over to face Natsume. She took a deep breath, ‘I have to tell him…’

Natsume gazed at his love’s eyes which were brimming with tears. He thought to brush the tears away, but thought again. ‘I want to hear this.’ He gazed at her until she began to speak.

“Don’t laugh at me, okay?” She whispered insecurely. Natsume furrowed his brow, “No promises, Polkadots.” She began again, “I bought this locket for m-my-myself.” She stammered. A single tear slipped down her cheek. “Why would you do something stupid like that?” the confused Natsume retorted.

Mikan closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. She braved the fierce stare of his crimson eyes. “To hide what’s inside…” with those words Natsume held out his hand, “Take it off.” He demanded. Wordlessly, she obeyed.

Mikan calmly removed the locket from around her neck and placed it into Natsume’s hot, waiting hand.

As he grasped the locket, Natsume tried to steady his composure. He opened the locket and peered inside. His eyes widened as he saw what lay within.