Okay a show of hands, please. How many of you want the grandmothers to set you up with one of the WK bishies? ^^v Anyways thank you for the reviews!!! I love them all! ^_^ Warning: Not my best chapter^^;;
Disclaimer: Hehe...I've just noticed that I forgotten these little things^^;; Oops? I do not own Weiss Kreuz or Sailor Moon.
Love for Fun
Chapter Four: Morning Interruptions
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Damn metal springs.
There was a reason the couch, was meant for sitting, not sleeping.
Yohji turned uncomfortably, on the small place as he tried to fit his lanky form onto the much too small couch. Grumpily he pulled his blanket to his chin, only to have his feet become uncover. The playboy focused his green eyes on the ceiling, wondering why he was in this position.
Nevermind, he knew.
Annoying family members of the grandmother persuasion.
Yohji turned once again, before giving up and sitting up. He scowled in the direction of the bedroom. Inside there was a delectable blonde with long sexy legs, who also looked like a cuddler, and a large bed all to herself. If that wasn't a crime, he didn't know what was. Yohji casted a sly glance in the direction of the room. With all the dangers lurking about, it was down right cruel to leave such a beauty unprotected even if she was Sailor Moon. He should really look into that.
With those thoughts in mind, Yohji headed to his wife's side with a grin on his face.
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The next morning.
She was within her rights.
"Ecchi! Hentai! Ecchi! Hentai!" Was the chant.
No court would convict her. She had been kind enough to give him a pillow and blanket, and what happens?! The pervert sneaks into her bed. Smothering him with her pillow was to good for him.
That didn't stop Usagi from doubling her efforts. "Oi, sweetheart!" The pillow muffled, Yohji's voice. The sound of his voice, made Usagi put her weight in. Yohji reached out and clasped both of her hands tightly in his, using his other hand to toss the pillow off to the side. Usagi glared at the man below her as he grinned up at her.
"Cute pajamas." Yohji teased, not releasing his hold on her. He looked up at the women straddling him appreciatively. Now everything would be perfect if she wasn't scowling at him and if she was wearing a cute little teddy. Oh well, another time. "You know most women I know don't wear pink flannel pajamas with little bunnies for me. Then try to wake me up with a pillow in my face"
"I wouldn't wear anything for you." Usagi replied, "Now will you please let me go?"
Yohji grinned up lazily at the blonde. "If I don't want to?"
"Now, plea-"
Before she could finish her sentence Usagi found herself pinned under Yohji's body. Yohji grinned predatorily at the blonde, her hands still clasped in his. "Quite helpless aren't you?" He let his hand skimmed the top of her oversized shirt, letting it rest on the top button. "Now..." He began lazily enjoying the cute little angry look on her face. "Now how will the little rabbit react if I did this?" Slowly he unfasten the top three buttons allowing his fingers glided over the pale flesh.
Usagi ignored her pounding heart. "I'll scream," she promised.
Yohji smirked taking ahold of her chin. Before kissing her, he leaned down to whisper in her ear "I hope so," and effectively silenced any more protests.
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In the apartment flat next door, a certain red head awoke to what he considered an unpleasant sound.
"Chibi Chibi!!!"
Tiny hands smacked his cheeks, waiting for her playmate to awake. Aya opened his eyes to glared to the toddler sitting on his chest. She smiled happily at him, throwing her hands air in joy, and then promptly attached herself to his face. "CHIBI!"
Outside the room Omi looked up and wondered if it had been a good idea to allow the child in there? Considering the fact, the little girl had constructed a ladder of everything she could gather to reach the door knob to the older man's room starting with Ken's soccer ball as the base, it had seemed like a good idea before she got herself killed. From the way Aya slammed opened his door and stalked out wearing only boxers, it would have been safer to distract the child with Sesame Street. Though Omi had a feeling that
Chibi Chibi found Aya far more interesting then Big Bird and Elmo. Aya made his way across the room holding the child upside down by her little ankle. Chibi Chibi thrusted out like she was some flea bitten blanket. "Aya-kun?"
Aya ignored him as he jerked open the door leading into Usagi's flat. Chibi Chibi giggled and clapped in excitement, thinking they were playing a fun game. "Aya-kun!" She repeated earning another glare.
"Aya-kun. That can't be good for her health." Omi called out as he followed.
"Aya-kun!"
Aya scowled as he shoved opened the final door.
Omi's eyes widened before, he turned bright red. "G-g-g-Gomen!!!" He stuttered, with his eyes shut tightly. Aya reminded unfazed as he continued to glared.
"What the hell?!" Yohji exclaimed as the bedroom slammed opened. Usagi took advantage of the opportunity, and shoved Yohji off of the bed. With a thud the playboy landed on the floor as Usagi scrambled out of the room, stopping only to grab Chibi Chibi from Aya and glared up at the red head.
Damn! He had been so close! Yohji scowled up at his teammates as the sound of the slamming bathroom door echoed in the flat. "I hate you all."
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"Stupid, stupid man!" Usagi muttered as she shampooed Chibi Chibi's hair. Chibi Chibi happily splashed water all around the floor as they took a bath.
"Stupid man!"
"Un huh." Usagi agreed, as she handed the child, a rubber ducky. "What makes him think he has the right to share MY bed with ME?!"
"ME!"
"Didn't I give him a nice pillow and blanket? I could've just left him without nothing."
"Nothing."
"He had no right! Yohji-san is a complete stranger no matter how sexy he is!"
"Sexy."
"So you're against me too?" Usagi sighed. She was spilling her heart out to a three year old, who was trying to figure why her rubber ducky didn't stay on the bottom of the tub after she let go. Usagi slumped back, wondering why she out of all people was stuck in a situation like this. This was not how she pictured getting married. She had always pictured, a beautiful white wedding...Lots of guests...A giant cake...The perfect wedding dress...
Usagi's eyes narrowed at the thought. She had a wedding dress. A magnificent white dress...It hadn't been the dress she'd wanted, but the one Mamoru wanted. That slimeball. That dress went straight to the bottom of Tokyo Bay along with a certain green jacket and a red Ferrari, after she found out that her darling fiancé ran away with a stripper the day before the wedding. That bastard. But Rei had been nice enough to help her rig the car to fly off of the cliff and make Yuuichirou provide an alibi when the police came by. It was good to have friends like that.
Now she'd been cheated out of a perfect wedding twice! Life was not fair.
Grumpily Usagi got out to the tub. "Come on Chibi-chan. Out we go." Usagi picked up the little girl and pulled the drain. Chibi Chibi stared at the water disappear down the drain and held on a little tighter to Usagi. "Damn." Usagi cursed. She forgotten her clothes.
"Damn."
Usagi winced. Her mother would kill her if she found out. "No, bad word."
"Bad word." Chibi Chibi, repeated cheerily waving her rubber ducky in the air.
Cinching her towel a little bit tighter around her body, Usagi poked her head out of the door. Looking for any signs of Yohji, she proceeded out of the bathroom Chibi Chibi in her arms. She let out a relived sigh as she reached the bedroom door. "Sweetheart...I think that's a much better outfit." Yohji drawled from where he laid sprawled on the bed, his arms behind his head and shirtless. For a moment Usagi stared...It had to be a sin to look that good in the morning.
Yohji looked appreciatively at Usagi's towel clad body. "Need any help getting dress, sweetheart? Not the area of my expertise. But I'm quite willing to learn. Maybe then I can help you undress."
Usagi was tempted to hurl the rubber ducky at his head. Instead she set Chibi Chibi down, and searched for clothes for the both of them. She tried to ignore Yohji's gaze, which followed her every movement. It wasn't easy. "Don't you have anything better to do than watching me?!"
"Nope."
"Why not?!" "Day off."
"Can you please leave the room?" Usagi grounded out between clutched teeth, once
Chibi Chibi was dressed.
"Nope," Yohji grinned wolfishly, "I'm enjoying the view."
Usagi turned bright red. Yohji chuckled as Usagi angrily searched through her closet, wishing that her towel would give him a better view. He wondered why she was so against him, after all it took two to tango and sneaky family members to get them hitched. Cute little Usagi was as much to blame as he was...He smirked "Need any help, sweetheart?"
Usagi lowered her arm and tugged at her towel that was beginning to slip. "No."
Yohji didn't listen.
Usagi stiffened, as she heard the bed springs groan as Yohji got up. What was he up to? Mere moments later, an arm settled around her waist, as the other reached for a folded sweater sitting on the closet shelf. Yohji grinned, as he pulled her a little closer. She hadn't threaten him or hit him again. Usagi's heart rate picked up a little bit, while Yohji gently pulled back her hair and brushed his fingers across the smooth skin of her neck and back. Yohji retraced the exposed skin with feathery kisses, he grinned as a soft gasp escape Usagi's lips.
He was getting to her. Like he said before, who could resist Kudou Yohji? No one. Completely confident, Yohji moved in...
"OWW!!! SHE BIT MY LEG!!!"
Usagi jumped as Yohji bellowed in her ear. Realizing what almost had happened, she jerked away from the man. Yohji cursed. First Aya ruined his morning, now the ankle biter. Someone up there really hated him and they were on his grandmother's payroll.
Chibi Chibi scowled, cutely, at the strange man. He had been doing something strange to Usagi...He was bad! Or so she thought.
"You scared Chibi Chibi!" Usagi accused.
"I scared her?! She bit me!" Yohji snapped, irritable due to the fact he wasn't getting any where fast with Usagi. "That little brat has little shark teeth!"
"She's a little kid, she didn't mean anything by it!" Usagi retorted, mad that he had almost gotten her to give in and because he call Chibi Chibi, a brat. "And don't call her brat!"
"MINE!!!"
Usagi and Yohji looked down. Chibi Chibi stood in front of Usagi, arms outstretched as if trying to block Yohji from Usagi. Seeing that he wasn't going to move, the toddler latched on to Usagi's leg still glaring at Yohji. "Mine."
Yohji bit back a groan. He knew he wouldn't score any points by getting rid with the ankle biter even if she was competition. Life was so unfair. He was married to a gorgeous blonde who was so close, but so far away. Now he had to deal with a pint sized human blockade...
Yep, life was unfair.
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Babies and toddlers are very possessive of their mommies or their mother figures, when they're grumpy.^^v I found that out the hard way, thanks to my baby brother^^;;. I'm thinking wouldn't it be fun if Yohji did to?^_~ What do you think?
Disclaimer: Hehe...I've just noticed that I forgotten these little things^^;; Oops? I do not own Weiss Kreuz or Sailor Moon.
Love for Fun
Chapter Four: Morning Interruptions
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Damn metal springs.
There was a reason the couch, was meant for sitting, not sleeping.
Yohji turned uncomfortably, on the small place as he tried to fit his lanky form onto the much too small couch. Grumpily he pulled his blanket to his chin, only to have his feet become uncover. The playboy focused his green eyes on the ceiling, wondering why he was in this position.
Nevermind, he knew.
Annoying family members of the grandmother persuasion.
Yohji turned once again, before giving up and sitting up. He scowled in the direction of the bedroom. Inside there was a delectable blonde with long sexy legs, who also looked like a cuddler, and a large bed all to herself. If that wasn't a crime, he didn't know what was. Yohji casted a sly glance in the direction of the room. With all the dangers lurking about, it was down right cruel to leave such a beauty unprotected even if she was Sailor Moon. He should really look into that.
With those thoughts in mind, Yohji headed to his wife's side with a grin on his face.
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The next morning.
She was within her rights.
"Ecchi! Hentai! Ecchi! Hentai!" Was the chant.
No court would convict her. She had been kind enough to give him a pillow and blanket, and what happens?! The pervert sneaks into her bed. Smothering him with her pillow was to good for him.
That didn't stop Usagi from doubling her efforts. "Oi, sweetheart!" The pillow muffled, Yohji's voice. The sound of his voice, made Usagi put her weight in. Yohji reached out and clasped both of her hands tightly in his, using his other hand to toss the pillow off to the side. Usagi glared at the man below her as he grinned up at her.
"Cute pajamas." Yohji teased, not releasing his hold on her. He looked up at the women straddling him appreciatively. Now everything would be perfect if she wasn't scowling at him and if she was wearing a cute little teddy. Oh well, another time. "You know most women I know don't wear pink flannel pajamas with little bunnies for me. Then try to wake me up with a pillow in my face"
"I wouldn't wear anything for you." Usagi replied, "Now will you please let me go?"
Yohji grinned up lazily at the blonde. "If I don't want to?"
"Now, plea-"
Before she could finish her sentence Usagi found herself pinned under Yohji's body. Yohji grinned predatorily at the blonde, her hands still clasped in his. "Quite helpless aren't you?" He let his hand skimmed the top of her oversized shirt, letting it rest on the top button. "Now..." He began lazily enjoying the cute little angry look on her face. "Now how will the little rabbit react if I did this?" Slowly he unfasten the top three buttons allowing his fingers glided over the pale flesh.
Usagi ignored her pounding heart. "I'll scream," she promised.
Yohji smirked taking ahold of her chin. Before kissing her, he leaned down to whisper in her ear "I hope so," and effectively silenced any more protests.
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In the apartment flat next door, a certain red head awoke to what he considered an unpleasant sound.
"Chibi Chibi!!!"
Tiny hands smacked his cheeks, waiting for her playmate to awake. Aya opened his eyes to glared to the toddler sitting on his chest. She smiled happily at him, throwing her hands air in joy, and then promptly attached herself to his face. "CHIBI!"
Outside the room Omi looked up and wondered if it had been a good idea to allow the child in there? Considering the fact, the little girl had constructed a ladder of everything she could gather to reach the door knob to the older man's room starting with Ken's soccer ball as the base, it had seemed like a good idea before she got herself killed. From the way Aya slammed opened his door and stalked out wearing only boxers, it would have been safer to distract the child with Sesame Street. Though Omi had a feeling that
Chibi Chibi found Aya far more interesting then Big Bird and Elmo. Aya made his way across the room holding the child upside down by her little ankle. Chibi Chibi thrusted out like she was some flea bitten blanket. "Aya-kun?"
Aya ignored him as he jerked open the door leading into Usagi's flat. Chibi Chibi giggled and clapped in excitement, thinking they were playing a fun game. "Aya-kun!" She repeated earning another glare.
"Aya-kun. That can't be good for her health." Omi called out as he followed.
"Aya-kun!"
Aya scowled as he shoved opened the final door.
Omi's eyes widened before, he turned bright red. "G-g-g-Gomen!!!" He stuttered, with his eyes shut tightly. Aya reminded unfazed as he continued to glared.
"What the hell?!" Yohji exclaimed as the bedroom slammed opened. Usagi took advantage of the opportunity, and shoved Yohji off of the bed. With a thud the playboy landed on the floor as Usagi scrambled out of the room, stopping only to grab Chibi Chibi from Aya and glared up at the red head.
Damn! He had been so close! Yohji scowled up at his teammates as the sound of the slamming bathroom door echoed in the flat. "I hate you all."
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"Stupid, stupid man!" Usagi muttered as she shampooed Chibi Chibi's hair. Chibi Chibi happily splashed water all around the floor as they took a bath.
"Stupid man!"
"Un huh." Usagi agreed, as she handed the child, a rubber ducky. "What makes him think he has the right to share MY bed with ME?!"
"ME!"
"Didn't I give him a nice pillow and blanket? I could've just left him without nothing."
"Nothing."
"He had no right! Yohji-san is a complete stranger no matter how sexy he is!"
"Sexy."
"So you're against me too?" Usagi sighed. She was spilling her heart out to a three year old, who was trying to figure why her rubber ducky didn't stay on the bottom of the tub after she let go. Usagi slumped back, wondering why she out of all people was stuck in a situation like this. This was not how she pictured getting married. She had always pictured, a beautiful white wedding...Lots of guests...A giant cake...The perfect wedding dress...
Usagi's eyes narrowed at the thought. She had a wedding dress. A magnificent white dress...It hadn't been the dress she'd wanted, but the one Mamoru wanted. That slimeball. That dress went straight to the bottom of Tokyo Bay along with a certain green jacket and a red Ferrari, after she found out that her darling fiancé ran away with a stripper the day before the wedding. That bastard. But Rei had been nice enough to help her rig the car to fly off of the cliff and make Yuuichirou provide an alibi when the police came by. It was good to have friends like that.
Now she'd been cheated out of a perfect wedding twice! Life was not fair.
Grumpily Usagi got out to the tub. "Come on Chibi-chan. Out we go." Usagi picked up the little girl and pulled the drain. Chibi Chibi stared at the water disappear down the drain and held on a little tighter to Usagi. "Damn." Usagi cursed. She forgotten her clothes.
"Damn."
Usagi winced. Her mother would kill her if she found out. "No, bad word."
"Bad word." Chibi Chibi, repeated cheerily waving her rubber ducky in the air.
Cinching her towel a little bit tighter around her body, Usagi poked her head out of the door. Looking for any signs of Yohji, she proceeded out of the bathroom Chibi Chibi in her arms. She let out a relived sigh as she reached the bedroom door. "Sweetheart...I think that's a much better outfit." Yohji drawled from where he laid sprawled on the bed, his arms behind his head and shirtless. For a moment Usagi stared...It had to be a sin to look that good in the morning.
Yohji looked appreciatively at Usagi's towel clad body. "Need any help getting dress, sweetheart? Not the area of my expertise. But I'm quite willing to learn. Maybe then I can help you undress."
Usagi was tempted to hurl the rubber ducky at his head. Instead she set Chibi Chibi down, and searched for clothes for the both of them. She tried to ignore Yohji's gaze, which followed her every movement. It wasn't easy. "Don't you have anything better to do than watching me?!"
"Nope."
"Why not?!" "Day off."
"Can you please leave the room?" Usagi grounded out between clutched teeth, once
Chibi Chibi was dressed.
"Nope," Yohji grinned wolfishly, "I'm enjoying the view."
Usagi turned bright red. Yohji chuckled as Usagi angrily searched through her closet, wishing that her towel would give him a better view. He wondered why she was so against him, after all it took two to tango and sneaky family members to get them hitched. Cute little Usagi was as much to blame as he was...He smirked "Need any help, sweetheart?"
Usagi lowered her arm and tugged at her towel that was beginning to slip. "No."
Yohji didn't listen.
Usagi stiffened, as she heard the bed springs groan as Yohji got up. What was he up to? Mere moments later, an arm settled around her waist, as the other reached for a folded sweater sitting on the closet shelf. Yohji grinned, as he pulled her a little closer. She hadn't threaten him or hit him again. Usagi's heart rate picked up a little bit, while Yohji gently pulled back her hair and brushed his fingers across the smooth skin of her neck and back. Yohji retraced the exposed skin with feathery kisses, he grinned as a soft gasp escape Usagi's lips.
He was getting to her. Like he said before, who could resist Kudou Yohji? No one. Completely confident, Yohji moved in...
"OWW!!! SHE BIT MY LEG!!!"
Usagi jumped as Yohji bellowed in her ear. Realizing what almost had happened, she jerked away from the man. Yohji cursed. First Aya ruined his morning, now the ankle biter. Someone up there really hated him and they were on his grandmother's payroll.
Chibi Chibi scowled, cutely, at the strange man. He had been doing something strange to Usagi...He was bad! Or so she thought.
"You scared Chibi Chibi!" Usagi accused.
"I scared her?! She bit me!" Yohji snapped, irritable due to the fact he wasn't getting any where fast with Usagi. "That little brat has little shark teeth!"
"She's a little kid, she didn't mean anything by it!" Usagi retorted, mad that he had almost gotten her to give in and because he call Chibi Chibi, a brat. "And don't call her brat!"
"MINE!!!"
Usagi and Yohji looked down. Chibi Chibi stood in front of Usagi, arms outstretched as if trying to block Yohji from Usagi. Seeing that he wasn't going to move, the toddler latched on to Usagi's leg still glaring at Yohji. "Mine."
Yohji bit back a groan. He knew he wouldn't score any points by getting rid with the ankle biter even if she was competition. Life was so unfair. He was married to a gorgeous blonde who was so close, but so far away. Now he had to deal with a pint sized human blockade...
Yep, life was unfair.
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Babies and toddlers are very possessive of their mommies or their mother figures, when they're grumpy.^^v I found that out the hard way, thanks to my baby brother^^;;. I'm thinking wouldn't it be fun if Yohji did to?^_~ What do you think?