Disclaimer: The entire Sailor Moon universe does (not) belong to me.
AN: So! I figured that I should write these little short stories down! They all take place in the Coffee Princess universe but don't quite fit in with the storyline itself. Please enjoy this, the first of many, Espresso Shorts (Get it? Shots? Shorts? Short stories? Haha? =D? )
Espresso Shorts
First Shot
Hot
The sharp pointed toes of the heels were dangerous and seductive. There was an elegant taper to those ankles, every bone perfectly formed. The calves were toned, but not bulky: sensuous curves leading to slim thighs. Every mile of those legs was made to be wrapped around a man's waist. It was almost too much to pass up.
The hips were a little slim and he wondered, graphic ponderings, how they would feel pressed up against his own. A clingy turtleneck accentuated a dip or two in the sides of the figure. Luscious breasts drew his eye and appreciation all at once. The valley in between forced his gaze upward, to a slender graceful neck.
Oh and that hair. It was long and dark and silky smooth. It was the kind of hair men dream of running their fingers through, pressing their lips to. He could imagine himself now, pulling and tugging at it as he pressed into those soft, succulent lips for a deep kiss.
Suddenly he was gone, a cruel shout from his heavy front door announcing his retreat. His eyes lingered on it and he let out a loud sigh. His extremely hot, extremely male, best friend was gone.
"Motoki-niichan?" Unazuki dragged him back to reality and he hated her for it. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah…" Replied the blonde man, uncertainly. "But I think I'm gay."
AN: You were all thinking it too.
