I'm very proud of this chapter. Not proud that I've waited a year to write it, though.

I've begun to focus more on the physical aspect of the couples relationships, so the next few chapters will be leaning toward the more mature side.

I do not own Shugo Chara or Facebook.

Please enjoy~

"Amu, what shall we do today?" Ikuto asked his wife as she got dressed for the day. "We have nowhere to be and nothing to do. What do you want to do with me?" His tone of voice was rather suggestive. Amu smiled at Ikuto and rolled her eyes.

"Well, you could get out of bed and get dressed. That's a start." She pulled on a pair of jeans. Ikuto's actions were more than suggestive when he hooked a finger into her jeans and forcefully pulled her back onto their bed.

"But our bed is nice and warm. It's even warmer now you're in with me," he whispered seductively. "C'mon, babe. You know you want to." Amu did feel rather comfortable next to him; and the way he was unbuttoning her jeans was turning her on. And that thing he was doing with his hips felt really good.

"I'm hungry and I want to eat." Her voice said one thing, but her actions said what Ikuto wanted to hear. She really was trying to resist her husband's advances.

"You can eat me." Then again, she could never say 'no' to him. Ikuto grinned as his wife stood up on the bed and hurriedly pulled off her jeans.

"Fine, but you're taking me out to eat afterward."

"No complaints here," he said and pulled her back on top of him. Amu gave Ikuto a long, promising kiss on the lips.

"Better make it good."

"Better make what good?" A voice called from the hallway.

Ami sat on the Tsukiyomi's big, black leather couch with a cup of coffee in hand, grinning one of those I-know-what-you-two-were-doing grins at her brother-in-law and her sister.

"Ami, why are you here?" Amu asked, trying not to snap at the younger girl.

"Haven't you heard of doorbells?" Ikuto growled. He did love Ami and he loved spending time with his sister-in-law; but when it came to spending time with family and getting in bed with Amu, Amu won every time.

"Yes, yes I have, Nii~chan. Have you heard of locking your door? Don't you want to protect my beloved Onee~chan? You should try shutting and locking your door if you don't want intruders." She grinned at the couple. "Especially when you two lovebirds are-"

"That's enough, Ami!" Amu interrupted. "You haven't answered my question: why are you here?"

"Can't I visit my Onee~chan and Onii~chan without being questioned?"

"Not when winter holidays have yet to begin," replied Amu. Ami reached into her purse and handed her to slips of paper. One was a medical slip excusing her a week of school by her doctor and the other a permission slip to go on a school trip to the beach. Ikuto frowned as he read the slips over Amu's shoulder.

"The beach, at the beginning of winter? How gullible are your parents, Ami?" asked Ikuto.

"Ami, you're sick with the flu? Why did you come here if you're sick? And, if you're sick, why are mom and dad letting you go on this trip?" asked Amu.

Ami laughed at her sister.

"They're forged, you dummy. What school would take a field trip to the beach when it's snowing?"

"Um…" Ami rolled her eyes.

"Geez, Onee~chan, you're about as thick as Papa and Mama." Amu scowled at her little sister.

"Ami, I'm going to call Papa and tell him that you're over here," Amu said and pulled out her cellphone. "Ditching school is wrong and you'll get caught, you know." Ami rolled her eyes, again.

"I have the entire male and most of the female school body covering for me, Onee~chan. I'm not stupid like you. I'm not going to get caught."

"Famous last words," Amu muttered as she scrolled through her phone's contacts in search of her father's number.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Ami warned, pulling out her own phone.

"Why wouldn't she?" Ikuto asked, curious.

"Unless she wants this video all over Facebook." Ami held her cellphone out to Ikuto. He took the sleek, flat device from his sister-in-law and watched the first ten seconds of the video before stopping the video and passing the phone to his wife, a small smirk flashing across his face.

"Ikuto, what is it?" Amu asked, trying to get a good look at the short clip the blue-haired man was watching. Ikuto turned up the volume so all three of the room's occupants could hear what was being said and passed the phone to his wife, Ami grinning the entire time.

"Ami~chan, you sure we aren't related?" he asked. Ami shrugged.

"Not biologically, my dear Onii~chan." Amu stared at the screen, her expression a mixture of horror and embarrassment. Ami had recorded what her sister and brother-in-law had done that morning.

Amu was half lying on top of Ikuto, her arms propping her above her husband's chest so she could look down at him. Meanwhile, Ikuto's hands were caressing her back. Sometimes he would slip a hand into one of the jeans' pockets and push her lower half onto him only to be pushed back up by his hips. "But our bed is nice and warm. It's even warmer now you're in with me… C'mon, babe. You know you want to." His hands moved to the front of Amu's pants and started to unbutton them. Amu closed her eyes, moaning softly to her husband's touch.

"I'm hungry and I want to eat," she replied, looping her thumbs into her jeans and slowly tugging them onto her hips. She sat on his hips, moving back and forth in time to his moving up and down. Ikuto sat up and moved his hands into his wife's jeans, helping her pull them off.

"You can eat me." His seductive whisper caused her to shudder and moan. Her eyes were filled with lust, as she stared into his eyes. Amu reached down, slowly pulling his hands out of her pants. Then she stood up, struggling to pull her jeans off the rest of the way.

"Fine," she panted. "but you're taking me out afterward."

"No complaints here." Ikuto grinned and pulled her to sit on top of his chest. Amu leaned over, kissing him long and hard. Ikuto's hands were in her shirt when they pulled apart.

"Better make it good," she moaned, leaning closer for another kiss.

"Better make what good?"

"What do you think?" Ami asked, grinning rather evilly. Amu closed her eyes, her face bright red.

"Ami…." She hissed.

"Well," Ikuto began. "I think, Amu, you looked rather sexy." His wife placed her head in her hands, trying not to cry. She wanted to disappear. "But, I don't agree with what you did, Ami~chan. What you recorded was an intimate moment with your sister and myself -something that only the two of us share with each other. Granted, it was fun being able to watch, but I'm going to ask you to delete that video. Amu and me having sex is just meant for the two of us; not for the public. Please, delete that video." Ami stared at Ikuto blankly.

"What a load of crap. Like heck I'm going to delete it," she said, snatching her phone from Ikuto. Amu snapped.

"Ami, you had better delete that video or Kami~sama so help me I will kill you!" she shouted, jumping out of her chair. Ikuto grabbed her arm and pulled her back down next to him.

"Amu-" he began.

"Ami, you are dead if you even think of posting that video on Facebook or wherever! Delete it this instant!"

Ami just smirked.

"I'll delete it, only if you let me spend the week here."

"What!?" Amu shrieked, jumping out of her chair the second time, only to be pulled back down by Ikuto. "After what you did, you have the nerve to ask us to spend the week in our home!? Little sister for what you di-"

"Yes," Ikuto said, placing a hand over Amu's mouth. "Yes, Ami~chan, you may spend the week with us. But under no circumstance are you allowed to enter Amu's and my bedroom. Nor are you allowed to enter any room without knocking."

The younger girl just shrugged.

"Fine with me," she said and stood up. Ami grinned and her still fuming sister and bowed rather mockingly to her. "Please take good care of me!" she sang oh-so-innocently.

Ikuto sat in the parking lot of the restaurant he promised to take Amu while said woman sobbed.

"I can't believe you're letting her stay with us," she blubbered. "After what she did, you should've said 'no'!" Ikuto sighed, wrapping an arm around her shaking shoulders.

"It's fine, Amu. She said she'd delete it."

"Why did you say 'yes' you idiot!"

"Did you really want the video on Facebook?"

"No," Amu sniffed.

"Then letting her stay with us for the week was our only option." Ikuto passed her another tissue.

"You could've thought of something else," she mumbled and blew her nose. Ikuto sighed for the umpteenth time.

"Do you want to go home after our brunch?" he asked. Amu shook her head 'no'. "Then I have an idea: how about after we finish eating lunch, we rent a dayroom at a hotel and finish where we left off this morning." Ikuto pulled Amu close, leaving a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her neck. Amu moaned quietly in response; oh how Ikuto turned her on. "So," he whispered into her hair. "I'll take it that's a 'yes'?" Amu nodded. "Good. Now, no more crying."

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Are we still on for lunch at your place tomorrow?

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Yeah. Ami is visiting, though. Is that okay?

Fujisaki Rima to Tsukiyomi Amu

That's more than okay! I haven't seen Ami~chan since summer holidays!

Ami~chan has entered the plot... I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Like I said before, I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you have enjoyed reading it.

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