This one came to me in that half-awake state during the first snooze session of my alarm clock.
Hence, it's kind of weird.
4g. Lust
Alicia Blade
318 words
Strange things were said to happen in that house, the tour guide had carefully explained. The ghosts were said to enjoy playing with emotions of innocent victims. Some people felt such misery upon entering the parlor that they would break into unexplainable tears. The dining room had, on more than one occasion, sent an otherwise benign visitor into a horrific rage. And there was one bedroom that supposedly elicited such feeling of uncontrollable lust that they had found complete strangers clasped in passionate embraces.
"Superstitious nonsense," Mamoru had declared as the group ventured into the tourist trap that was Cherry Street's infamous haunted mansion.
They somehow had gotten separated, and he wasn't sure how he'd ended up alone with Usagi. But she was terrified, jumping at every footstep, clutching his arm at every shadow. He rolled his eyes, called her a coward, but he also held her hand and stroked her fingers as gently as his trembling nerves would allow.
There'd been no mistaking the mysterious room of lust when they found it. The four-poster bed draped in red velvet and luxurious satin seemed designed to stir up suppressed desire and it wasn't until Mamoru met Usagi's intense blue gaze that he realized just how successful the design was.
He could not say who reached for the other first but before common sense could make its presence known she was in his arms, her sweet lips crushed against his, her arms clutching his shoulders as desperately as he grasped her slender waist.
They were just about to tumble deliriously to the canopied bed when a sudden knock sent them reeling from each other's arms.
Motoki and the four girls were standing in the doorway, their expressions a mixture of embarrassment and shock. It was Amy who interrupted the silence, clearing her throat and gesturing to the bedroom across the hall.
"Guys, the room of lust is over there."