#78 Addiction
Characters: Usagi/Mamoru
Words: 283
It was obsession. Warm, sensual sweetness melting against her tongue, the pleasurable, saccharine craving. She thought of it every day, longed for it with every breath, every heartbeat. It was an addiction under which she was only too willing to suffer.
She waited in the alley, listening for the sound of shoes tapping against pavement in a rhythm only one person made, a rhythm she knew by heart.
Ah … there it was! Only a little longer and … now! She leapt and grabbed her victim by the arm, smirking at his surprised yelp, dragged him out of the open and into her hiding place. She heard the beginning of a protest and pounced, locked her arms around his neck, buried her fingers into the thick hair at his nape in the way she'd discovered he loved, locked her mouth onto his.
It took only seconds for his tense body to relax, his arms to pull her close against him, his mouth to open and respond, plying her lips in the deep, drugging kisses that left her shaky and breathless and warm and melting all over. When he finally allowed her to slide down his body and touch the ground, and she glanced coyly up at him.
"You've really got to stop attacking me like that," Chiba Mamoru teased as he smiled down at his smug girlfriend. "Somebody's gonna get the wrong idea and try to save me from a mugging."
She grinned and snuggled closer. "It's your own fault," she murmured, playing with the collar of his shirt. "You're the one who kissed me first. Now I'm addicted."
He lowered his head to hers. "You're welcome," he whispered, and kissed her again.