Mornings

By Cassandra Sisenta

A/N: Yehehehehes, Kira and Aoi are here! ^_^ Waaaaaaahahahahaha….okay I've got nothing more to say. Just enjoy the tension okay?

DISCLAIMER: Oh God! I love Kira and Aoi and I'm so glad that they're mine! But I don't own Sailor Moon still…

Chapter III

Kira and Aoi

Eyes closed?

Check.

Breathing steady?

Check.

Loose hold around waist?

Check.

Free from blanket?

Check.

Free around the legs?

Check.

Seriously asleep?

Couldn't be too sure.

Aoi Kou bit her lip as she assessed her position once more.

It was early morning and she needed to get up to make breakfast. She was currently lying back on a monstrous white bed beside a certain red-haired senshi from the star of Striker, whom she desperately hoped was still asleep. As far as was the typical signs were concerned, he most certainly looked asleep. He was relaxed against her with his breathing steady. His protective/possessive embrace around her waist was now lax and she was pretty sure she would be able to get away easily and not wake him up.

But of course one would never be too sure with Kira Kou, Sailor Star Striker, who also happened to be known as the "perfect soldier".

She glanced over her shoulder, scolding herself silently when she lingered far too long on a lock of Kira's curly red hair that had fallen over one closed gray eye. The initial impulse to reach over and brush it back was nagging on her, but she refused to succumb for once. Her blue-green eyes shone with determination as she carefully began to move, slowly but surely.

No matter how small the odds, she had to at least try.

It didn't do that they had already been late two times that week because she hadn't been able to start breakfast early. She was not going to point fingers, but it could not be denied that a certain sneaky red-head had a direct hand on why those events happened.

She had managed to inch away a bit, just a little more and she would be free from the warm and comfortable crook of Kira's arm. Carefully, she slowly pulled herself into a semi-sitting position to ease upward, very conscious of how his limp hand was sliding down the length of her thigh in the process. It took some time and a lot of control before she was finally able to literally slip away from his arm, but before she could even rise from the bed and breathe a sight of relief, the inevitable happened.

It involved a quick rustle of cloth, a slight exclamation, bumping back down on the mattress, a pleasant weight over her and a damnable and yet oh so melting smirk.

Silver gray eyes were smiling down into her own as a deep drawl drifted to her ears and unconsciously made her tingle.

"And where do you think you're going, Koishii?"

With just looking back at those glinting silvery gray eyes, Aoi could tell that he was silently laughing at her. He was very clearly amused at her attempts to get free from him, especially when she knew that she just couldn't.

She frowned up at him, unconsciously shifting under him to make herself comfortable.

"I hate you. You were awake all along weren't you?"

Kira chuckled, kissing her affectionately on the tip of her nose before easing off and laying back down beside her, his arm automatically going around her waist and pulling her closer.

"Didn't want to ruin your fun, love." He told her as he reached over to pull back a lock of her blond hair from her cheek and kiss her on the spot where it used to be.

She shifted around in his arms and looked at him in distress, not knowing that he found her cute when she did that. Probably why he acted like some kind of an ass most of the time so that she'd scold him and pull that adorable pout.

"Kira, we have to go and I have to make breakfast." She told him firmly.

In answer to her serious tone, he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at her as he pulled her even closer. His mischievous gray eyes fell half-lidded as he murmured; "I'd live for a while with just having you for breakfast."

Her eyes were pleading when he looked intently at her, knowing what he meant. She shook her head helplessly against the fluffy white pillow under her head, but that was the extent of her protest.  "Kira no…" She protested softly as he leaned closer.

He silenced her with a kiss. It was a tender, soft kiss with a teasing, promising pressure that he knew she reacted better to than a more forceful one. He coaxed her gently until it was she who came to him, wanting more.

By the time that they surfaced for air, he was sitting against the head rail with a pillow behind him with her on his lap, looking up at him with bright blue-green eyes and enticingly swollen half-open lips.

Her chest was heaving slightly when she spoke, but her voice hadn't lost its serious quality.

"You sneak." She said to him, not accusingly but in a more affirming manner.

He grinned easily at her in return. "Why thank you."

She would not look away from him though he knew she had to.

"Breakfast."

He reached over and pulled her into a one-arm embrace against his chest stubbornly.

"Ten minutes."

She angled her head to frown up at him.

"Three minutes."

He frowned back, looking offended.

"Nine minutes."

She looked desperate as she pleaded.

"Three minutes."

He shook his head.

"Nine minutes."

"Six minutes."

"Nine minutes."

"Six and a half minutes?"

She was smiling at him this time. Her smile had a hopeful tinge to it that he was never known to ignore. He growled in frustration in his head as he felt his heart slowly, slowly thaw at the sight of it. He could never ever say 'no' to her.

"Seven minutes and that's final."

"But Kira—"

"No more words." He told her in a quiet, patient tone, silver gray eyes gleaming feral, before he silenced her again.

That sure made things quiet for the next fifteen minutes…