Amuto:You, Me and our life

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[~•~Amu's view~•~]

"Geez it's so quite" I sighed while drowning more and more into the bathtub. Ikuto was out for a while and I was alone....I didn't like it.

I like silence. I like it a lot. But not this lonely silence. I like the silence when I sleep on Ikuto's chest or when I know he's next door. But the fact that the silence alone here is making me mad means that I'll die when he's on his trip with his class.

The water turned colder and I could feel myself turning wrinklier in the bathtub so I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. I went back in my room to put one some cloths.

I never wanted to turn into one of this clinging girlfriend. Sadly, in the end I turned in the most horrible clinging girlfriend in the universe.

I could tell Ikuto to stay here. He definitely would do that for me. But I don't want him to. Well, I want him to stay here. But I don't want to tell him. He's always so kind and allows me everything. Then I should give him 10 days without him, right?..............after thinking about it, I think no.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I shrieked before grabbing the arms and throwing the person on the bed. It was Ikuto, I knew it. Otherwise I wouldn't have throwen him on the bed.

"I told you I don't like that. So don't try scaring me!" I scolded him with my arms crossed.

"Sorry. I just couldn't hold back when I saw you standing there all innocent and ready to be attacked" he laughed while rubbing his head.

"Be happy I threw you on the bed. Next time it'll be a kick in your manhood and out of the window" I warned him as I sat down next to him "I sometimes really wonder why you're dating me...I mean...I'm completely insane" I sighed.

"Well, I knew you we're crazy. And I like crazy. I always knew you where and it doesn't bother me that you're level of craziness doesn't match your level of innocence" he laughed.

I blushed slightly while running my fingers trough his silky hair. Slowly I leaned down and pecked his lips.

"You know how to compliment a lady" I said. He smirked as his arms wrapped around my waist and he turned our positions.

"I'm not complimenting a lady. I'm complimenting Satan" he said.

"Compliment after compliment, you're so sweet" I giggled. He smiled at me before silencing me with a gentle kiss. He had been quite touchy the past few days. The kiss slowly grew more passionate while his hands slowly trailed over my body. I could feel him try to sneak his hands under my shirt and stopped him right at my bra.

"Come on, why not?" He whinned like a child.

"Because I feel sore!" I complained while pushing his hands away from me "I like having sex with you, I really do. But seriously! You always leave so much hickeys all over my chest and bite them. I have enough already. They've turned damn sensitive because of you idiot!" I scolded him with my hands crossed over my chest.

He stared at me a little dumbfounded before muffling a laugh. I gritted my teeth together while glaring at him. He never takes me serious, just if I'm really mad. But than it's already to late.

And I really have enough lately. I can't take this treatment anymore. I need a break. My breast aren't some kind on kneading toy or something to bite on. But for him....

"Don't be like this. I'll be gentle, okay?" He asked as his hands already gentle lifted my shirt. I glared at him over my shoulder since he was sitting behind me.

"GENTLE!? SCREW THAT!" I yelled at him pissed "you're not gentle at all! It's as if this word doesn't exist in your vocabulary! You're always start gentle but then turn rough....it starts to feel like rape" I muttered.