Thrusting up her palms like two stop signs she began, "Just just just-" She repeated her word frustrated trying to get out what she meant giving up with a big sigh.
"Just do me a favor OK?"
Kunzite stared at her having no idea what her problem was. But he let her continue as she ordered him to close his eyes for a moment.
"Just stay right there OK? Don't move for a second."
Kunzite had learned a long time ago not to fight her tornado of emotions and so obediently closed his eyes.
"I trust you." He stated as he waited for her to do something. Talk, dance, make a funny face but he didn't hear anything. Still he waited in his chair as she decided what to do.
Minako bit the tips of her nails as she watched him sit there with a contented look on his face. Her middle seemed to fold up on her as her knees swayed upwards toward her concerned chin.
"Don't move." She said again. He instantly stilled and a look of patience swept over his undeniably masculine face.
Minako very slowly put her bare feet to the carpet and her hands on the sides of her chair seat.
She inched her face toward his careful not to make any sound. She held her breath as her long hair dripped over her shoulder. She leaned in close enough so her face was directly in front of his but not close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin. She could feel her cheeks start to burn as she tilted her head ever so slightly to the right.
If she leaned in all the way, this is just where she needed to be. This is where she would go to if he ever came near her like this. Her hands came off the chair and reached for his chin.
She wanted to kiss him, really she did. But would it be right to take advantage of this moment? Her hands hovered over his pale skin as she watched him breath in waiting for her. She had never been so close as to notice he had white eyelashes.
"Minako?" He suddenly spoke reiterating that he was dumb to her position. She almost pulled back her hands too quickly as to brush aside his hair to make him aware of her position. She wouldn't be able to handle that. It would be far too embarrassing to be caught like this.
She slowly leaned back in her chair and let the sound of her under thigh and calf skin scrape together signaling him to open his eyes.
He did and saw her bury her face into her knees and cross her arms over the rest.
The poor girl looked exhausted, even without seeing her face. In one graceful movement her leaned out of his chair to place a hand on her head. He lightly kissed that blond mane and said, "You want to go out to Chinese? I bet you're hungry. Come on. My treat."
Woefully she nodded.