Hi everyone,
So here's chapter 6. I try my best to update as frequently as I can. But, you know, reality and duty calls:D
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DarkenedHrt101: LOOL. I'm waiting for that story you promised me:D I hope you like this chapter. Especially the very last paragraph:D:D (MUHAHAHA.)
Zanahana: I know, he's so cute, isn't he? I sort of picture Hiro as this overly adorable boyfriend:D I hope you like this chapter. Let me know your thoughts.
Oloferne: I'm all about hints, you know me:D:D I hope this chapter is juicy enough for ya. If not, let me know;)Thank you for your awesome review.
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Guest: Well, I don't know how old you are and if you've already passed your teenagehood or not. But teenage love is just like as you mentioned. That certain rush of having a boyfriend or girlfriend and having that "one" person being interested in you and all about the physical aspect. And let's not forget, Usagi is still a teenage girl, with the same wants and needs. She just has the responsibility of the whole world heavy on her shoulders. So, I say, she deserves more than anyone else to dive deep into that rush:) Let me know what you thought about the new chapter.
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Enjoy.
Golak
"You really suck at this game. like, really suck…"
Minako pursed her lips together and grabbed the handle a little tighter.
"Oh, look at you go…oh…oh…aww…and now you're dead…" Makoto pushed away from the Space Invaders game and wiggled her brows at Minako.
"You…" Minako held the handle and shook it with frustration, "I was doing fine until you opened your big mouth—"
"Did you just really call that shameless play 'doing fine'?" Makoto knew how to get under the blonde's skin and she so graciously did it at least a couple of times a week.
"You think you're better than me?" Minako stood up, full height, and ignored the fact that she only reached Makoto's chin.
The other girl watched her with a smirk.
"Now, now Mina-chan," she padded Minako's head, as if she wanted to soothe a child's tantrum, "there's no shame in sucking at a game…" she pinched the blonde's cheek and grinned when she pulled away with irritation, "it is, however, disgraceful when you talk and talk and talk about how good you are at a game, and then suck…this badly I may add…"
Makoto saw before feeling Minako's rage. She always showed such exaggerated and overzealous reactions, and Makoto loved working her up to that point.
Minako's rage suddenly disappeared, replaced by a sweet smile; Makoto raised a brow. Her smile seemed too sweet, her eyes too gentle…
Oh shit…
"You better run Kino…" Minako yelled as Makoto skipped towards the entrance of the arcade with laughter on her lips.
They'd just hit the threshold when Makoto turned around to stick her tongue out at the blonde, who followed her with crazy eyes and crazier run.
"What in the world are you doing?"
Makoto turned, just in time, and avoided crashing into Michiru and Haruka who'd been walking inside.
"Careful…fuck…" Haruka's scream interwind with Minako's loud shriek.
Makoto stood frozen for a moment, before covering her mouth with both hands and laughing. A tiny smile appeared on Michiru's face before she too covered her mouth with the side of her right hand and started giggling.
"You're getting heavier every day Minako-chan," Haruka couldn't help the bitterness in her tone.
"Well excuse me for growing up and getting taller—"
"You're not taller. You're just fatter," Makoto haunted from above and skipped inside when two sets of angry eyes turned on her.
Haruka ended up having to take off her school jacket. It'd been muddy and "disgusting" from where she'd been pushed to the ground. She hadn't seemed happy since she had to visit a new gallery opening with Michiru in the same attire after their visit to the arcade. Minako had tried to tidy up the jacket and had ended up spreading the mud to an even bigger circle, earning a death stare from Haruka.
"Where are the rest of you?" Michiru asked as she smiled up at Unazuki, Motoki's sister who helped out around the arcade every now and then, "thank you Unazuki-chan." She brought the teacup close to her mouth and took a small sip. She licked her lips and put the teacup back on the saucer.
The whole time, Makoto stared at her mesmerized. How is it that she could make something as simple as drinking tea so alluring? So refined? It was as if she'd practiced a lifetime to excel in that one tiny, trivial movement; and Makoto knew that it all came so naturally for Michiru.
"Ami-chan had cram school. Rei-chan had to teach Yuuichirou a lesson," Minako said and shrugged in that you-know-her-she's-a-litlle-crazy gesture, "and Usa-chan—"
"Has detention?" Haruka said, as she settled on the seat beside Michiru and glared at Minako's bashful smile.
"Surprisingly, no," Makoto replied; she still had an eye on Michiru, who took another sip of her tea and then tapped the side of her mouth with a tissue, "Hiro-san picked her up from school. They were going to a movie or a play… or something," she brought her milkshake up to her mouth and flinched when the straw hit her eye. Damn, that's not endearing at all. She should really start ordering tea more often.
"So, what? They're really going out?" Haruka reached for Michiru's coconut cake. The other girl batted her hand away and only shook her head when Haruka pouted and sat back.
"Well, yeah. It's been…a month I think," Minako had her eyes on Makoto who was taking out the straw in her milkshake and taking slurping sips from the glass, "is that negativity I hear in your voice?" she pulled the glass away from Makoto and did that 'what the fuck are you doing?' eye-widening.
"All I'm saying is that we know nothing about him," Haruka whined, in the way that made obvious to Minako that she'd had the same conversation with Michiru before; Minako was sure that her opinion had been drained down the toilet by her partner.
"Don't start Haruka."
"No, seriously. Who is this guy? She just randomly meets someone and starts hanging out with him? What if he's one of them?"
"He is not one of them Haruka-san. Relax."
Haruka leaned towards the table and stared right into Makoto's eyes, "and how would you know, mm?" she leaned closer, "what if he's the enemy and he takes Usagi-chan to a secluded place, where no one can see or hear them. To a place, so far away, that none of us can reach them…" she put both hands flat on the table and scooped closer to Makoto, who watched her with wide eyes, "and what if he straps her to a tree and—"
"Wow, I hope he gives it to her good …" Minako blurted in a dreamy voice, "Haruka-san, you should've been a hentai writer. That setting is so thrilling…and sexy."
The tension evaporated into a series of giggles and dreamy whistles and when Haruka huffed and dropped back on her seat, Michiru covered her hand with her own, "love, you need to stop worrying so much. Usagi-chan is a grown girl. She knows what she's doing."
"Only, she doesn't." Haruka shook her head and regarded them one by one, "she's been through a lot this past couple of months. We all have. But she's…" she trailed off and suddenly, the always confident, sarcastic and cynic Haruka seemed so unsure.
"She's emotionally baffled." Minako whispered and then, "yes, it's one of Ami-chan's words; thank you very much…" she rolled her eyes at no one in particular.
"I can only imagine what she's feeling right now," Michiru wondered, "you're handed a soul-mate one minute and the next, you both seem ready to just hurry away from one another. How is that possible?"
"He's a fucking lame-excuse of an ex-royal, who'd always been handed what he wanted, that's how it's possible," Haruka hissed. Her distrust towards Mamoru had been immediate. From the moment she'd met him, so many months ago and when the inner Senshi had only been awakened, she'd recoiled from him.
Michiru had tried to understand her deep resentment towards the masked man, but even Haruka herself couldn't understand the emotions that coursed through her when Mamoru, Tuxedo Mask, whoever the fuck he was at the moment, was around.
"That's why this is good Haruka-san. Usagi's relationship with Hiro-san might help her."
Haruka probed Minako to continue, "it'll take her mind off of Chiba. It will also show her that she can be loved by other people; she can love other people too—"
"Wait a minute," Michiru interrupted her, "what do you mean she can love other people 'too'?" she pushed her teacup away and came closer to the center of the table.
Makoto pursed her lips together; for goodness sake, every little movement looked like a beautiful glide through water for her.
"Are you saying Usagi-chan is…" Michiru did a quick glance towards Haruka, "…in love with Chiba-san?" she covered Haruka's mouth quickly, muffling the protesting growl she knew was coming.
Minako shook her head, "I don't think so. But…" She took a deep breath and stared right into Michiru's eyes; she'd yet to figure out their color, "I think she's started to remember how he loved her…in the past."
She knew she had been dreaming; she had no doubt.
What else could explain her glide through that large array of trees? Even in sleep, she knew she couldn't walk with that much composure.
She also knew that at that moment, she wasn't Usagi Tsukino; because Usagi Tsukino staggered, rushed and fell, even in the world of dreams.
No, this had to be Serenity. She could feel the skirt of her dress brushing through her sheens and inner thighs. The cool air grazed her exposed shoulders as she shivered, and she flicked her wrist, so very slowly, to push the pearl bracelet on her right arm a little higher.
A telltale sensation tingled the center of her forehead, where she knew Serenity's birthright shined bright and proud.
This place she walked through hadn't been the moon. Usagi could smell rotting moss and fish tainted water. There'd been a river nearby. As she moved…no… as Serenity moved deeper into that dark forest, she started to hear the faint sound of water dripping.
She inhaled slowly, as a shadow of a man standing tall and seemingly heedless came to sight.
She didn't need to think too hard or jump out of her skin or yelp; she didn't need to be dramatic. She knew who that man was. In fact, this hadn't been the first time she'd…fuck…Serenity had met him in this secluded place, tucked away behind gnarly trees, beside the green river.
But fuck. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many times she repeated to herself, silently, that this hadn't been her dream; that the woman who captured that man's eyes and made him smile in that tantalizingly slow and heart-wrenching way wasn't her, nothing seemed to rescue her from that punch to the heart.
He turned, just like every other night, as if he'd sensed her steps on the dewed ground.
He smiled, in that quivering, the unsure and boyish way he did every other night and fuck, her heart dropped so down below that she feared she would have to collect it from the wet grass.
Usagi yelled for her legs to stop moving; she yelled for her mind to stop signaling her pathetic mouth to form a smile.
He took a step forward and reached his gloveless hand towards her; Usagi knew this part well. She'd come to know the touch of his fingers, that bare cool tips, as he skimmed her face oh so gently.
She begged her arms to stop their rise.
She begged her head to stop its fall.
She begged her heart to stop its beat.
She knew this part well.
And fuck…fuck…
Endymion stared straight into her eyes…her eyes. Not Serenity's.
Because Usagi Tsukino might've been confused and overwhelmed by so many things but knowing that the pinch to heart just now felt exactly how she'd felt when she gazed up at Mamoru's eyes the other night, was not one of them.
Ayane had promised him that she would meet him at the campus.
He'd been so busy with his classes, his part-time job at the university lab and well, fighting right and left with despicable creatures, that they'd barely had any time to spend together.
"I'm off for the whole day," she'd said over the phone the night before, "I'll come over and then maybe we could have lunch?"
He had woken up with a lighter heart that morning. Whether it was because he'd had a good night's sleep or the fact that he hadn't transformed into a ridiculous excuse of a hero for the past couple of days, he looked forward to his day; and well, he was going to see Ayane. What more could he ask for?
He'd taken extra care of what he wore to school that day. Even though Ayane was not the kind of girl who would ever care about someone's physical appearance, he still wanted to look nice for her.
He had gone about his day precisely as how he had organized it. The first session, break (with a cup of coffee), second class, break (snack, maybe a banana), a study group for his pathology course and then finally, lunchtime.
He'd walked out of the library when someone grabbed his shoulder.
Mamoru had never been a paranoid guy. In fact, he had gone through life trying to be collected.
But if he'd learned one thing over the past few months, was that not everything is at as it seems.
Ordinary people could turn evil in a wink; they could be all sweet and smiling one minute and cutting your throat with their smiley fucking teeth the next.
"Hey, it's just me man," Hiro raised his hands in front of him with a chuckle, when Mamoru swung around in obvious strike.
"Sorry," he said, "I've been reading a lot of thrillers lately."
Hiro laughed and adjusted his messenger bag on his shoulder, "that must be some good thrilling. Are you headed to the cafeteria?"
"Actually, I'm meeting my girlfriend for lunch."
"That explains the sharp look you've got going on."
Mamoru stretched his lips in a smile, the one Ayane hated so, the one she called his fake smile.
He'd never had a close friendship with Hiro Kousei, and aside from a couple of courses they'd shared and a few school gatherings they'd seen each other at, their time spent together was really limited.
So why was he acting so friendly?
"Are you meeting her here?" Hiro asked as he looked around, "or would you have time to take a short walk?"
Mamoru tried to hide his confusion, "well," he looked at his wristwatch and tried to put the image of a certain pink wristwatch out of his head, "I still have some time. Is everything okay?"
"Yes. Yes…" Hiro hurried and started going down the stairs, "I just wanted to pick your mind on something."
They started to walk down the small pathway that would take them to the main gate. Mamoru, the ever quiet one, waited for Hiro to start the conversation. Instead, he found himself studying the other man as if he'd seen him for the first time.
He'd come to know Hiro Kousei as a "skirt-chaser"; or at least, that's what the girls around campus called him. Mamoru had heard them call him "hunky" behind his back. And though, Mamoru wasn't the guy who would pay a lot of attention to other guys or anyone for that matter, he still had to be honest; the guy sure did have something going on for him. Mamoru could see why women would fall for him.
He was a great volleyball player and Mamoru knew that he was on a full sports scholarship. He was probably a year or two older than Mamoru since he had changed majors in his second year.
"Say, Mamoru-Kun, how well do you know Usagi?"
And just like that, the curiosity that had gripped Mamoru by the throat was replaced by a feeling of discomfort gripping his gut.
He didn't want to talk about Usagi with Hiro; he didn't want to talk about her with anyone. He didn't even want to think about her.
"Not much…" he replied because it would've been weird not to say anything and just keep staring at the guy after all.
Hiro pouted in surprise, "really? Because I thought you all hang out at Furuhata's arcade a lot."
"We do…I mean, I've seen her around the arcade a lot. But I don't really know her." Sailor Moon's image popped into his head, as she laid injured and pained on the ground. He closed his eyes and pushed the image away.
"Ok. I just…" Hiro started, "I just wanted to know more about her, you know? Maybe get an inside look into what she likes and whatnot," he smiled embarrassed and for a moment, Mamoru had been able to look beyond his outward cockiness and see the man who stood in front of him.
Hiro seemed…smitten with the blonde. Yes, that's the word; smitten.
"I see. Sorry, I can't be of much help," Mamoru said and flinched at his overly uncaring tone.
Fuck. He didn't get along with the blonde, and that was fine. But he didn't need the world to know that he didn't want to have anything to do with her.
He tried to shut off that little voice inside his head that seemed to mock him. The voice that kept singing in his mind, that he was just fooling himself, that if he really didn't want to have anything to do with her, then he should've stopped caring about her safety. He also tried to strangle the voice, that laughed and laughed and laughed when he reasoned with himself that he only cared about her safety because he had to; and nothing more.
"Well, it never hurts to ask, right?" Hiro was saying to him and he nodded, though he hadn't paid much attention.
"Isn't that your girlfriend?"
Mamoru looked at where Hiro pointed at. Ayane was walking towards them, clad in a mid-thigh navy blue dress and a funky black fedora. Her hair had grown longer from when they'd first met, and Mamoru loved the messy knots she wore.
He greeted her with a hug and a chaste, yet, passionate kiss to her temple, as she smiled up at Hiro and greeted him with a bow.
"It's nice to see you again Kousei-san."
"The pleasure is all mine. How are you?" Hiro bowed back and smiled.
The three of them chitchat a bit and Mamoru could hardly conceal his desire to grab Ayane's hand and start their date.
He could tell that Ayane was trying to be friendly and polite. She'd never gone to college and sometimes, when she came to visit him at the campus, he got the sense that she tried to live a life she'd never had the chance to experience; so, if that meant chattering with random people about casual topics, while they stood in the middle of the most prestigious school in all Tokyo, he would gladly just stand on the sidelines and let her enjoy what her heart and mind yearned for.
"So, I'd better let you lovebirds to your deeds," Hiro finally said and took his leave with a refined bow.
"He seems like a nice guy," Ayane said, as she intertwined her fingers through Mamoru's and started walking towards the cafeteria.
"Aha…" Mamoru said absentmindedly.
"What? You don't think so?"
"What? No…I mean, yes. He's a nice guy…" he scratched the back of his head, "sorry. My mind was just somewhere else for a moment."
She pushed her hat a little further up and looked at him, "don't go to a place I can't follow…" she smiled and squeezed his hand gently.
Mamoru nodded and felt himself smiling; a fake one, no doubt.
He couldn't help it though. Because at that exact moment, an image had surfaced inside his head.
A vivid image of Usagi, whose arms, legs and chest had been pushed hard against another body…Hiro's body. Her face showed a hint of ecstasy that he had seen before.
His heart dropped then, and not just because he knew he had seen that expression on her before, but because his insides had turned upside down from the strange feeling of anxiety crashing through him.
"So?" Hiro asked and then snorted into his cup when Usagi looked up at him, alert and with her mouth half full.
"Mmmm…"
"Told you this place has the best tarts in town…maybe even the country…"
Usagi chewed and swallowed the big piece she had stuffed in her mouth, "it's heavenly…" she moaned, "how did you find this place?"
Hiro settled his white cup on its saucer and leaned back on his seat, "Amori-san is my mom's oldest friend. They go way back…I think they went to high school together," he gestured towards Amori-san who'd been chatting with a customer at the cashier.
Usagi nodded with interest and looked around the small café for the millionth time. She had fallen in love with it the moment they'd set foot inside. She adored the daisy printed wallpapers, all the small and large plant vases here and there, and the light, yellow tablecloth that covered the round tables. She had also fallen in love with Amori-san, the owner; a small middle-aged woman with short black hair and the kindest brown eyes Usagi had ever seen. And she would never confess this to Mako-chan, but Amori-san's tarts were to die for.
"They just melt in your mouth," she'd half groaned half sighed when she'd had the first bite. Her reaction had made both Hiro and Amori-san laugh.
"You should bring Usagi-chan here more often Hiro-Kun," Amori-san had patted Hiro's hair like a mother would their son, "I have so much more pastries you can try dear—"
"Can't I try all of them right now?" Usagi had pushed her chest forward and though she had meant every single word, Amori-san had giggled through her hand.
"Oh dear, you hold on to this one Hiro-Kun. A girl who loves her food knows how to love her man."
Usagi had blushed and Hiro had only chuckled and winked at her; she'd felt warm.
"Try your hot cocoa, it'll get cold…" he said to her before taking another sip of his own cup.
Usagi had moaned into her floral china cup and had totally missed how Hiro's hand had frozen mid-rise and how his gaze had stilled on her face.
"Oh my God…this is so good…mmm."
She'd opened her eyes lazily and her heart had missed a beat.
She'd never seen that look on Hiro's face. The look reminded her of Endymion, and how he would look at Serenity; shut your fucking mind and stop thinking about him.
Hiro looked away and just as quickly, the trance Usagi had fallen into, went away.
"Are you ready to leave?" he asked and hadn't even waited for her tiny nod.
He rushed through saying goodbye to Amori-san, who'd held Usagi's hand longer than needed and hadn't let go until she had promised to visit again soon.
He had remained quiet the short walk to his car that had been parked a block away.
Usagi didn't know what to say. Had she said something wrong? Had she gone too far with eating again? Rei always said that her eating habits would one-day push suitors away. She tried to count the number of tarts she'd had; one peach tart, one raspberry tart (that she had unwillingly shared with Hiro) and then her second peach tart.
Damn it. Couldn't she just eat like a normal girl? What was wrong with her?
They settled in the car in silence and Hiro didn't even ask her where she wanted to go. She usually didn't go home right away and most of the time, he dropped her off at the shrine.
She looked at him from the side of her eye. He seemed to be deep in thought, probably thinking how he could break it off with a glutton like her. Her eyes traveled from his short, buzz-cut hair, to his profile.
He was really cute; maybe not in that oh so dreamy way, but he definitely had the looks to curl her toes whenever he gave her a half-smile; she blushed.
She looked at his right hand that held the steering wheel. He'd pushed the sleeves of his baby blue cardigan to his elbows and Usagi could see the fine shadows of his veins on the back of his hands. She blushed; she remembered how the same hand had drawn circles on the inside of her palm at the movies the other night; how it had touched the small of her back as they walked to Amori-san's café.
They stopped at a red light. Hiro hadn't looked at her once, and with each passing moment, Usagi became more nervous. What had happened? They were having a good time. What had changed?
"Should I take you to Rei's?"
Usagi hadn't anticipated him speaking any time soon and his question surprised him.
"Um…I mean, yes. If that's alright…"
He simply nodded, never straying his eyes away from the road ahead and changed gears when the light turned green.
They'd been only a block away from the shrine when Usagi had had enough.
"Is everything okay?"
Hiro seemed to be taken aback, "yes. Why wouldn't it be?"
Usagi pursed her lips together; why wouldn't he look at her?
"I mean, maybe because you haven't said one word since we've left Amori-san's café. Or maybe because you won't look at me when I ask you a question…"
He'd whipped his head around as if he'd only just realized she'd been sitting right there. He opened his mouth to say something, probably to deny her accusation, but she looked at his with defiance; her eyes didn't leave much room to argue and so he sighed.
"I'm sorry," he said, "my mind was just occupied with stupid things."
"Well, can't you share some of those stupid things?"
Usagi knew how unfair she was being; after all, it's not like she shared every single thing that went through her mind. Hell, she hadn't even shared her true self with the guy. She hated her self-made hypocrisy.
"It's nothing, really," he pulled to the curb of the street.
Usagi looked out to the shrine's entrance. The sun had settled into the horizon and the lights on either side of the stairs shined like tiny little jewels.
Hiro had turned his body towards her and when she looked at him, he smiled, "I had a great time tonight," his smile widened, "I hope you did too."
"I did. Thank you," Usagi tried to put on her happy face. The one that had got her through her days since the day she'd found out who she really was. But that little pretentious cheerfulness that she wore every time she needed to just feel good, only for a moment, failed her this time. Because in all honesty, she didn't know how to deal with the feelings the churred inside of her; insecurity, hopelessness, and above all, confusion.
"Hey…"
Hiro grabbed her arm before she could step out of the car.
"I said I was sorry," he tried to catch her eyes, "won't you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive," she whispered, and suddenly, she felt so tired, "I mean, if you're having doubts, I'd understand."
His smile fell, and he looked perplexed, "what are you talking about?"
"I mean, I know I can be a little weird and a glutton and I eat so much. But it's not like I don't try to act like a lady, or never try to be poised and elegant and mature…"
"Hey, Usagi…what is this? I have no idea what you're—"
But Usagi had entered into one of her infamous babblings, "I mean, you can be honest with me. We don't need to lie to each other—"
"When have I lied to you—"
She raised her hand, "I didn't say you did, or maybe you did. Just now. I mean if you're having second thoughts about us—"
"Seriously? I don't talk for 10 minutes and you think I'm having 'second thoughts'?" he tugged at her arm and pulled her closer to himself, "Usagi, look at me…"
She looked out the window like a little spoiled child.
"Do you really want to know what I was thinking about?" he asked, and Usagi failed to hear the sudden gruffness in his voice.
She turned around and widened her eyes, "yes…just tell me—"
She hadn't expected it to be that…hot.
The noise that had bubbled up from deep inside her throat had made Hiro chuckle into her mouth.
He'd pulled her so roughly, so very masculine, that for a moment, Usagi had seen stars.
He hadn't given her a chance to yelp or cough. He'd just pulled her on his lap, sideways, and had thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth.
Usagi's toes had curled in her white sneakers.
"Is this honest enough for you?" he groaned as he nipped at her upper lip and bit down on the lower one, "or do you need more?"
More…more, always more.
His right hand had supported her back and oh God, his left hand gripped at her thigh, her waist with such intensity, Usagi wanted to scream. And when it had ventured up, Usagi had made another deep sound.
"God, Usagi…those sounds you make when you eat…" Hiro let go of her mouth with a loud pop sound, "I can't think straight when you make those sounds…"
Usagi knew she'd been blushing. She could practically feel the heat on her skin.
So, that's what was on his mind.
He slowed down and started kissing her cheeks and the sides of her mouth, and from experience, Usagi knew their make-out session would soon come to an end.
"Your friends are waiting for you," he said, as he left a tiny butterfly kiss on the tip of her nose, "don't want to set Rei on fire again…"
Usagi coughed and blushed even more, "yeah…yeah, don't want to do that for sure…"
"Hey…"
He brought her chin up with his fingers and stared straight into her eyes, "don't make unrealistic stories in your head, yes?"
A car passed by and in the dim light that flickered through their windows, Usagi basked in the sincere look she saw on his face.
"Okay…" she whispered and before awkwardly making her way back to her seat, she kissed his nose. He chuckled and something akin to light brightened Usagi's heart.
"I'll call you tomorrow, yes?"
"Not before noon though…" she stuck her tongue out at him when he rolled his eyes and laughed.
She stood on the second stair of the shrine and waved at him and she stood there long after he'd drove away.
Her lips felt tingly. Her shoulders and arms and thighs and waist did too.
God. He knew how to use his mouth and hands for sure.
Usagi tried to focus on the physical experience. She tried to imagine his hands touching her everywhere else. She tried to think of how she'd feel if his mouth did the same wonders to her breasts and stomach and…
She didn't want to think about the emotional side just yet. She didn't have the luxury to center her mind on her heart. She was Sailor fucking Moon. She had responsibilities. She had the world, the whole fucking world rested on her shoulders. She couldn't feel, she shouldn't feel…she was forbidden to feel.
"Hey…"
She whirled around, frightened and ready to strike. Her mind had gone blank, though she hadn't felt that terrible sensation of danger.
"Yeah, that pose really doesn't do much for you…"
Usagi dropped her arms and her expression turned sour, "well, it usually doesn't do much for you either; but you seem to be persistent…" she straightened her shirt, which had gotten a little too disheveled before, "what are you doing here?"
Mamoru stood up from where he'd been sitting a few steps ahead and dusted his pants, "I see you're having fun with Hiro-Kun…"
"And that's your business, why?" Usagi folded her arms against her chest and looked up at him.
"It's not…" Mamoru shrugged and came down to one step above Usagi.
"What do you want?" Usagi hissed. She tried hard not to look at his eyes.
"We need to talk…" he tried hard not to focus a lot on her face.
"What about?" she maneuvered around him and went up a step. As if the bastard wasn't tall enough, he just had to intimidate her like that too.
"I think you know…"
Usagi forgot that she had promised herself not to look directly at his eyes.
She shouldn't have though.
Because, the moment their eyes met, she knew exactly what they needed to talk about.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters. All the rights belongs to its amazing creator, Naoko Takeuchi. I just own the story I tell. I own the heartache and happiness I bring.
