I feel sort of embarrassed, posting this…

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It's strange; the way things always, and I mean always, happen around here. One second I'll be washing dishes or making dinner and the next I'll be up against the wall, hands up with hands all over me. Sometimes, I don't even realize what's going on until it's too late. Sometimes like now.

"W-what are you d-doing?" I manage to stutter out.

"Ravaging you. What does it feel like?" He replies, smooth as ever.

"W-why? I'm mean… can't you at least wait until I finish washing the dishes?"

"No. I already have you pinned to the wall. The dishes can wait. I can't. There's a very big difference." His hands begin to slide up under my shirt. I squirm and try again.

"Why not? You need to finish your manuscript. You can't get that worked up just by writing a manuscript!" That was way too panicky. I know he knows it too.

"I finished the manuscript. I was reading." Suave still.

"Reading what? Your own books? Surely they can't be that surprising…"

"I was reading something on this website. It was about us. Or more accurately, the fictional us." He nuzzles the back of my neck and I almost forget to breathe.

"U-us? Who would write about us?"

"Don't know. Don't care. It just had some pretty great ideas in it… I want to test them. On you." He punctuates his sentence with a nip on my shoulder, reminding me, or more like showing that my shirt is gone. When did that happen again?

"Ideas? W-what kind of ideas?" I have a bad feeling about this…

"What do you think?"

"Bad ones…" His fingers, still cold, flick open the button on my pants and brush teasingly over my stomach.

"Oh? What kind of bad?" His fingers dip down into my boxers I writhe in his arms. "This kind of bad?" He pinches a particularly sensitive patch of skin and I yelp; how insensitive of him. "Or this kind of bad?"

"The latter…" That one hurt…

"Are you implying that you liked the first one?" His fingers venture south again.

"What if I am?" Dangerous territory and I know it. He stops, momentarily of course.

"You do like that?" Yes… how could I not?

"I didn't say that."

" You didn't disagree either." He points out. I bite my lip; should I tell him?

"I like that." I manage to whisper. I can almost see he wheels in his head turning.

"I'm glad." He finally murmurs, right in my ear. I shiver and press back against him.

"I love you Misaki."

"I… love you too, Usagi-san." He picks me up bridal style and carries me upstairs. He was right. The dishes can wait. Mostly because… I can't.

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I'm so confused… Should I change the rating to M? I'm not sure… And it's so short! It was supposed to be longer, but then I had this new idea right in the middle and the whole direction changed… I even wrote out the whole idea in code so, if someone were to read it they wouldn't understand… Here's the code thing for those of you who're interested: Blossom Against Wall by Bunny. Bunny gets Idea by Lemon. Blossom gets Mad by Bunny and Lemon. Bunny introduces Blossom to Lemon. Blossom Faints. I was trying to make it sound like they were story titles or something… On the rating thing, what do you think?