She stumbles slightly as she's pulled closer, her legs feeling weak, causing her to lean a little heavier against him. There's a lot of margin for error here--her outfit doesn't cover her a lot to begin with, but it's just enough, the gauzy material just opaque enough in the moonlight to coverher scars. In her home he'd probably be able to feel or see them easier; here she can at least pretend he maybe won't notice.

There's a lot of other little factors, but Mikan's not thinking about too much of it when the choice boils down to 'wait, or don't' and she...

"I-I don't want to wait." She whimpers out, her face turning bright red. Beautiful? Her? She looks away and shakes her head, leaning in to hide her face against his chest. "Pl-please... Make me yours'." Her fingers curl desperately into his shirt, her body trembling with need. "It's unbearable."