Dark Kingdom 47
The rain pelted her. She felt every single one of the dozen drops on her bare shoulders. Her hair was already soaking wet and stuck to her forehead, her dress was soaked.
Why was she wearing a short dress? Why didn't she have an umbrella? Where was she anyway?
She should have faced all these and many more women. Even if she hadn't received a comprehensible explanation for it.
But she was far too distracted, almost fascinated by the sight that was presented to her.
He was standing directly in front of her, maybe five paces away.
Mamoru. Her Mamoru. Right in front of a car. Certainly any of the many in his possession again. The engine hood was open and Mamoru leaned over the slightly steaming interior of the vehicle.
Usagi's heart pounded as she watched him stand there, bare-chested, his dexterous hands operating some switches or locks.
The pouring rain left thin rivulets on his chest, and glittering droplets dripped down from his dark hair. Usagi was almost certain that he could see every tiny fiber in his muscles. Her eyes roamed over his broad shoulders, the large tattoo that was glistening wet and his incredible abs.
Usagi's stomach contracted with sweet pain and sent an even more intense stimulus to the nerve endings of her core. She enjoyed the feeling of holding her breath, while her gaze was still tied to Mamoru, who still didn't seem to notice her and continued to concentrate on his work.
Usagi noticed as if on the edge that she must have started moving. She approached Mamoru, already felt the heat that his body radiated and which, on closer inspection, could be seen as a soft mist that seemed to surround him like an aura. She wanted this man so badly!
She wanted to taste him. Feel his hands on her bare skin.
Finally he raised his head, she registered. But instead of looking surprised, he gave her an intense look in his mysterious dark blue eyes.
It seemed like he knew she was coming here. As if he had been waiting for her longingly, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Cupped her face in her free hand and fixed her like a hunter on its prey.
But he didn't scare her. Her mind told her to run away, literally yelling at her that she was blindly tapped into a trap. But all she thought was how much she wanted this man. How much she needed him. To breathe, to live. How much her body longed for him and begged to finally find redemption in his arms.
Usagi leaned against his bare chest, tightened his throat with his lips and inhaled Mamoru's scent. That aroma that seemed like an aphrodisiac to her.
He closed the hood of the engine, the sound muffled by the rustling rain.
She held her breath as he pressed her body against the wet metal sheet and almost animalically pressed against her, pressed between her legs. Their mouths melted into a passionate kiss.
Usagi gave a hoarse moan when she felt his hands push the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts. His lips on her skin. His hands under her dress. The rain on their bodies. It was perfect, she surrendered completely to these feelings, threw her head back as his tongue licked her stomach and slowly wandered down.
Her eyelids seemed to weigh tons and yet she lifted them slightly. Usagi heard a figure in front of her, blurred contours in the rain that gradually came together like individual pixels.
The shadow became a person. Long brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail.
"Makoto?", Usagi sighed almost silently.
She blinked several times. Her counterpart became more precise.
"Why aren't you wet?" , she mumbled confused.
"Why wet?", Makoto grinned questioningly at her.
Only now did Usagi realize that the scene wasn't real. A dream. She must have dozed off, she realized with a frown as she looked around. She was sitting on the subway.
Right! Makoto had invited her for ice cream.
Damn it! Then it was all just in her imagination. But it had felt so real. She was sure that she still had goosebumps from the rain and this slight pulling in her abdomen gave her a completely new feeling even now.
"Sorry, I must have been dreaming.", she finally mumbled and rubbed her eyes sleepily.
"Let me guess: tall, handsome and tattooed ?!", Makoto laughed with a wink, which Usagi answered with an embarrassed look at the linolium floor of the subway.
"You got it right,", said the brunette friend. "If you are already dreaming of him. What was it about?"
Usagi felt the blood rush to her head as she remembered the details of her dream.
"No further,", she answered a little too quickly.
Makoto recognized her uncertainty immediately. Her grin widened as she continued.
"Oho! So an erotic dream. Perhaps your subconscious is telling you that you should go to Mamoru instead of the ice cream parlor. "
"Oh nonsense!", Usagiwaved him off.
Although the thought was pretty tempting. Her last encounter with Mamoru ended rather frustratingly. He had delivered her home nicely, although she had given him more than a hint of how she thought the evening should have gone.
Why was he so reluctant to go to bed with her?
She had always thought that men wouldn't want more than that. Was Mamoru any different?
She thought of the night at Diamond's discotheque. Immediately all sensations were there again. How he kissed her, how he touched her. They had never been this extremely close since then. Sighing softly, Usagi realized that their relationship was more exciting when she didn't even know whether they were even in a relationship.
"Come on! This is our station. ", Makoto took her hand and pulled Usagi with her through the crowd of the station.
"Not so fast!", she moaned and fought her way through the many people, some of whom bumped into her roughly.
She has never liked using the train in rush hour traffic. She was kicked on the foot again. Gritting her teeth, she stared at the culprit, an elderly lady. Usagi was just about to start a rant when she saw a young woman in school uniform.
Usagi froze and gasped silently.
She knew the girl. She would probably have recognized her among thousands.
Her long black hair that framed her innocent-looking face and of course that school uniform with the almost obscenely short pleated skirt.
Rei!
The girl who had given her an incredible headache.
The girl who made her doubt Mamoru.
The girl who had killed a man in cold blood.
And now she was again in the company of an older gentleman who ran after her like a dumb dachshund.
Did she want to kill him too?
Usagi stared thoughtfully after her as she disappeared into the subway with the man.
"What's happening? Why do you stop?"
Makoto's voice made her startle.
"That was ..." she began, but then thought about it. What should she tell Makoto too? Should she tell about Rei? Then she would have to tell her about the conversation with Diamond. And if Usagi had learned one thing lately, it was that some things were simply left uncommented.
"Nothing. I guess I was wrong. " She waved off.
Makoto just shrugged.
"Okay. And now tell me what you dreamed. I want to know every dirty detail."
"That was really just nonsense."
And actually also a private matter, because embarrassing and such. What was this girl thinking?
"Oh come on. If I don't have a love life of my own, I want at least a little part of that of others. "
Usagi stopped short.
"How do you come up with the fact that I have a love life?"
"So please!", Makoto crossed her arms over her chest. "That's quite obvious. Every time the name Mamoru is mentioned, your cheeks turn rosy and your eyes shine. A clear case of sexual desire. "
"Sexual desire?" , Usagi stuttered, lowering her voice significantly. She just don't talk about that in public.
"Well, you'd like to get back into his strong arms and get from one climax to the next ..."
But that was really enough! Not only did Makoto discuss this issue in the middle of a pedestrian zone, she didn't even think it necessary to keep it quiet.
Embarrassed, Usagi covered her ears and complained.
"That sounds like something out of a cuddle movie."
"Cuddle film? What is that supposed to be? "
Laughed the brown-haired woman.
"You already know. Those films where ... ", Usagi paused.
No! It couldn't be. Or does it?
"Where? What? Hello? Anyone else there? ", Makoto hopped back and forth in front of her, waving, but Usagi only registered it marginally. Her gaze was directed straight ahead.
"This car ...", she whispered as if in a trance and raised her index finger in slow motion in its direction.
When Makoto turned her head, Usagi continued.
"That has haunted me for some time. And at the weekend it even chased Mamoru and me. "
"Which one?", Makoto's voice sounded alarming.
"The black one over there. I can tell by the big thing on the trunk. "
"It's called a spoiler," her friend explained shortly.
Her voice was suddenly just a breath and her mouth twisted into a thin line. Before Usagi could react, the brunette had already started walking. Their destination was clearly the unknown black car.
What was she up to?
