9.15.10

Another one cranked out… yay for lunch hours!

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1. Homeroom F. Bell

Word Count: 545

It was cruel. But he felt it was a lesson that she needed to learn. It was one thing to be clumsy, even reckless, but these were traits that were really not conducive in the bedroom. He knew she was capable of controlling it, but for some reason she had slipped back into the habit these past few weeks.

Seven bruises, three knees to the crotch, and a sprained wrist later he was getting his revenge.

Usagi stood over him, concern written across her face.

"Mamo-chan, are you okay? How hard did you hit your head? Do you know how many fingers I have?"

"Unless you have a defect I believe the answer is ten. Now who are you and why are you here?"

"Who am I? Ha ha Mamoru. You don't have to be a jerk, I didn't mean to push you off the bed."

"Look, I can tell your upset, but I honestly don't know who you are. Or for that matter why you're dressed as a nurse."

"For heavens sake, it's me Usagi! Your girlfriend? Remember?"

"No, I'm sorry.. it's just not ringing a bell. My head is killing me though, maybe I should go to a doctor."

Tears welled up in her eyes. Memories of a time when he was oblivious to her existence came to the forefront of her mind – taunting her as they scratched at old wounds.

"Here – call my friend Motoki-chan. I can give you his num-," he was cut off by a strangled moan.

"Ni-san? You want me to call Ni-san?"

She rose up and began making her way to the bathroom, tears blurring her vision as she walked. There was a lump in her throat that weighed on her heart.

Suddenly she was being pressed against the wall from behind.

Hands pinned her tightly while a husky voice breathed into her ear, "Motoki doesn't have a sister."

Uncontrollable fury raged through her entire being.

"Of all the.. You are an asshole! Let go of my you .. you dickweed!"

"Dickweed huh? I do love it when you talk dirty to me, Usa."

"Don't you 'Usa' me! I can't believe.. that was cruel Mamoru. My heart was breaking.." the last part came in a choked sob.

His lips touched the base of her neck, warm breath pooling against her as he tried to mend her heart with his mouth. Slowly he worked his way up to her ear, nipping gently at the lobe.

"Nothing could make me forget you, ever," he whispered.

She tilted her neck, allowing him easier access. He loosened his grip on her hands, turning her around to face him, ravaging her mouth with fierce hunger. They made love against the wall, her spidery legs wrapping around him as he drove deep within her, uniting their bodies as one. When they'd finished he carried her to the bed and placed her down gently.

He made his way towards the kitchen, intent on cooling any remaining fires with ice cream. As he rounded the corner he bumped he neglected to notice the book bag laying in the floor. He said nothing as he picked himself up off the floor, knowing that surely a bruise would appear before the next morning.

'You win this time, Karma.'