001. Taste
Milkshake
Words: 440
11/22/12

"Just a little one?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Don't you have anyone else to bother?"

"C'mon, I'll never call you Odango ever again," he swore, laughing down at her.

"As tempting as that is, I still could get your germs."

"What germs? I'm very healthy, I promise!"

"HA!" she spat, looking up at him.

The milkshake was clutched protectively to her chest. It was the last one Motoki would be making for a long, long time. He was leaving the arcade to spend a year with Reika in Africa, and everyone was celebrating his going away at the annual Christmas party at the arcade. Mamoru was looking down at the milkshake with undisguised longing and she grabbed it tighter.

"It's tradition," he whispered, looking at her with something like desperation in his face now. "And you're making us both look very, very foolish right now."

Those bright blue eyes looked at him in confusion.

"Oh, for the love of all that is holy, Usagi-chan, just kiss him already and get it over with!" Minako shouted and pointed above their heads. Usagi looked up and saw now that Mamoru hadn't been trying to take her milkshake – they'd gotten caught under the mistletoe, and everyone had frozen in some kind of sick fascination to see how it would play out.

"Fine," she muttered under her breath, "but you so owe me for this, baka!"

He leaned down and rolled his eyes. "Shut your eyes, Usagi-chan, or it's not going to count and they'll make you do it again," he warned.

She closed her eyes tightly as a child hiding from a horror film. He stifled a laugh and leaned down to place a light kiss on her nose.

There were loud boos from the entire party. He sighed and dropped another kiss on her lips, sticky with gloss and chocolate. He pulled back. "Is everyone happy now?" he demanded.

"No!" Usagi shouted, while around her the crowd cheered. They both rolled their eyes at the ridiculous behaviour of their friends.

"You were right to guard that milkshake so fiercely," he said, licking his lips. "It's very good."

She focused on his lips, watching as his tongue lapped the last of the chocolate and the berry flavoured gloss she wore off. She offered the tall glass to him wordlessly, and he happily took a big sip.

"Not worried about germs anymore?" he teased.

"I figure I just got my booster shot," she said, batting her lashes and walking away, swatting Minako in the arm and whispering heatedly at the other blonde when she reached her. He couldn't help it; his face broke into a grin.