"2 AM"
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It was late, far later than the curfew Kenji had set just before they'd gotten into the car and driven off. They had lost track of time, lost it in the depths of one another's eyes. It seemed to be happening more and more as time went on. Instead of growing complacent like most couples, they kept falling deeper and deeper in love.
"He's going to kill me," Mamoru said as he rounded the corner, turning onto her street. "He's going to kill me, and then he's going to forbid you from ever seeing me again."
Usagi giggled from where she sat in the passenger seat, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "No, he won't, Mamo-chan. Papa likes you."
Unconvinced, Mamoru scowled as he pulled into her driveway. He studied the illuminated window on the first floor of her house, knowing her father sat on the couch, fingers steepled, brow furrowed in mounting anger. He wondered briefly if there was perhaps a shotgun beside Kenji.
"Is it okay if we just kiss goodnight here?" Mamoru asked. "You don't need me to walk you to the door, do you?"
He was rewarded with more laughter, Usagi's blue eyes closing in mirth. "Oh Mamo-chan!"she said, kissing him with her smiling lips. "You've battled countless monsters, faced the forces of darkness, and come back from certain death. You couldn't possibly be afraid of my silly old Papa!"
Out of the corner of his eyes, Mamoru saw the front door of Usagi's house open. He could see nothing more than a silhouette, backlit by the lights inside the house, but Mamoru could swear he felt Kenji's eyes glaring at him.
"Oh yes I can."
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