Author's Notes: Yay! Chapter 3 and 4 all in one day! Maybe I'll get 5
up too... MAYBE... Have fun!

Candid Camera

Chapter 4

Rated PG


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Usagi was motionless.
she croaked mentally, the same way Mamoru had done
on the tape.
Usagi summoned enough energy to turn her head, but found that
Mamoru was not occupying the rest of the couch with her. He had stalked
into the bathroom only a few seconds into the taped confession of love.
"Mamoru..." she whispered hoarsely. Unfortunately, she didn't
have enough strength to say it louder for his ears to capture.
Motoki paused the tape and stormed to the bathroom, leaving
Usagi to her thoughts. Usagi took hold of the remote once Motoki was out
of view and rewound to the confession.
Usagi closed her eyes, letting Mamoru's croaking voice ease
her mind. She could fell her heart clenching, everyword he uttered sending
tremors of goosebumps down her skin.
"He loves me..." Usagi hugged the couch's arm pillow and burried
her face in the fabric.
The blonde's thoughts were cut off by screaming in the tiny
apartment bathroom.
"You IDIOT!" Mamoru roared. "How could you DO this to me?!"
"Mamoru..." Motoki hissed, trying to keep his cool, "this is good!
You should have seen Usagi's expression! It's obvious the feeling is
mutual!"
"Why would SHE EVER love ME?!" This time it wasn't in anger,
but in despair.
"Mamoru..." a voice whispered sadly behind the two men.
Motoki whipped around to see Usagi standing in the bathroom's
open doorway. Mamoru's eyes widened, and his face stained crimson.
"Um..." Usagi turned to Motoki. "Could we have a minute?"
"Oh, sure!" Motoki brushed past Usagi and winked at Mamoru as he
walked out of the tiny room.
Usagi took a shaky step towards the blushing, raven haired man
in front of her. She brought trembling hands up to his chest and rested
them over the silky fabric of his shirt.
Mamoru's heart was doing somersaults in his chest as his lungs
seemed to be giving out on him. The thing he was most afraid of was
his weak knees that were dying to give way.
"Mamoru... I..." Usagi took one of his hands and traced her
fingertips along every whorl of the pad of his fingers. She caressed
every crevice of his palm, slowly causing Mamoru to calm down. Usagi
flattened her hand along his own, realizing how small and fragile she
was compared to him. "Did you..." Usagi murmured, trying to finish
her long forgotten sentence. "I mean..."
"Shhh..." Mamoru intertwined his fingers with hers and brought
the linking of their hands to his lips. He very softly kissed every
knuckle of each of her fingers. Then he took her other hand off his chest,
leaving the area oddly cold, and repeated the process.
Usagi's breath was caught in her throat, her head spinning with
desire. Her face felt hot, even feverish, as he kissed her hands.
Mamoru kept his hands laced with hers even when he was done and
let them hover near his lips. He locked his gaze with Usagi's and watched
every emotion play across her face carefully.
Usagi slowly inched closer to him, so that their bodies were
touching. "Mamoru... The next scene on the tape..." Usagi's voice was
hardly even audible as Mamoru leant down towards her. "You should
watch it..." she whispered breathlessly.
Mamoru snaked one hand out from Usagi's and softly touched the
cloth of her shirt by the small of her back. The motion had shivers
of pleasure going up and down Usagi's spine. Her lips tingled with
excitement as Mamoru's brushed hers. She slowly closed her eyes as did
Mamoru, letting the kiss overwhelm them. It was chaste, as if a promise.
A promise that this was, by far, not the last kiss they would share.
Neither wanted to pull away, ever, but Mamoru started to think past
the sensations of the kiss.
Mamoru's mind was reeling with
questions. I took her first kiss...! And in a bathroom none-the-less!
Oh no... Girls always dream about their first kiss! Candle light,
dinner for two... Ugh... Now her dream's royaly screwed!
After Mamoru bashed himself verbally in his mind he realized he
had yet to pull away from the earth-shattering kiss. Mamoru very
softly broke the kiss, as to not make his love suspicious. He regretfully
took one step back and released his arms from her waist.
Usagi watched him, half confused, half hurt. She wanted to cry.
"We should go watch that tape then... That's what you want, right?"
Mamoru tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Mamoru..." Usagi clenched her fists and braced herself to hide
the tears welling up in her eyes. "Did you mean it...? When you said
you loved me...?" She couldn't help but tremble.
"Of course..." Mamoru stepped foward so that he could feel her
body against his again. The last thing he wanted was for her to cry.
Usagi stopped quiviering, seeing the truth and passion in his
eyes. A shaky smile slowly crept apon her lips. She rested her hands on
his chest like before. Usagi pushed herself up the tips of her toes so
her lips were just centimeters from Mamoru's.
"I'm glad..." she whispered. Usagi closed her eyes and tilted
her head up to kiss her love. Her lips just barely touched his when
Mamoru pulled away.
"We should get back inside..." Mamoru set his jaw tightly and
tried to show no remorse for his actions. He breezed past Usagi and
started walking back into the living room.
Usagi caught Mamoru's wrist, causing him to turn back around to
face her. Mamoru's stomach tightened into little balls, wrenching and
churning inside him at the sight of Usagi's tears threatening to spill
over.
"Tell me honestly..." It was more like a demand than a plea.
"Did you mean it?" Her voice was raspy, unfamiliar to either of them.
Usagi wanted to let go. She wanted to fling herself into his
arms and sob. But not yet. She had to get answers first. She had to
ignore the throbbing behind her eyes, the searing pain of her tears,
the tearing of her heart, and get an answer.
"Oh God, Usa..." Mamoru's gut continued stabbing at him, as if
punishing him for treating his love so badly. He swept Usagi into his arms
and cuddled her against his chest. Her body shook widly in his embrace.
"Yes, Usa. I do love you... More than you'll ever know..." His voice
was dripping with the love he obviously held for her and her alone.
Usagi sobbed loudly in his chest, tightening her grasp on his
waist. Now, however, she wasn't crying in pain. She was crying for relief.
The infliction in Mamoru's voice was obvious. He loved her.
"I'm sorry..." Mamoru's voice was cracking, as if he were to
start crying with her. "I just didn't want to ruin your first kiss...
So I pulled away..."
Usagi's shoulders shook, but this time with laughter. A bubbly
laughter that made Mamoru fall in love with her in the first place.
"Let's go watch the tape." Mamoru grinned down at the girl in
his arms, eyes asking for the "OK."
Usagi nodded and they both walked, arm in arm, to the living
room.

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End Chapter 4

Author's Notes: Awww! The romance! ^_^ Hehe! See ya next time!

"Nobody is perfect, I'm the proof"
~Me and whoever else who says it