Author's Notes: This story was planned to be rated PG… planned. Rating went up one notch for this chapter. 'Nough said.
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No Way Out
Chapter 4: Really. BAD. Timing.
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"Good God, don't you ever stop?!" Mamoru cried; yanking the beer can from Usagi's fumbling hands for the second time that day.
"You can't stop me!" Usagi replied back in a sign-song voice of a spoiled child. "I'm just gonna find a way to get the can from you, or another one from the fridge, and drink 'em all down until you kiss me!!"
Mamoru rolled his eyes. "You're hopeless." The older man trudged over to the fridge and examined it closely. "I'm sure there's a way I can keep you out of there…"
"Unless you're gonna duck tape it closed, then I don't see how—"
"Yeah, duck tape!!" Mamoru shouted triumphantly. "I'll duck tape the fridge closed!" He turned around quickly to face Usagi once more, carefully clutching the beer can in his hand. He leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. "That's such a great idea!"
The blonde blinked in the delayed way only the mind of a drunk could. Her lower lip began to slowly push out in a small pout and her eyes dulled and saddened. A small whimper emanated from her lips, followed by more soft puppy-dog moaning.
Mamoru, in his frantic search for duck tape, didn't even notice.
Usagi's mood quickly turned foul. Well, apparently being sad and cute wasn't getting her anywhere….
"Mamoru!!!" she screeched in a horribly whiney voice. "Give me back that God damn beer!!"
The raven-haired man snickered, placing the beer can down on the mess of a table before him. He shook his head and ignored the fuming blonde. His hands and eyes swept over the piles of clutter covering every spare inch of the desk. Old magazines, flashlights, matches, paper, jewelry, food, you name it, it was there. Mamoru cringed as he felt his hand sink into something sticky. He promptly pulled the offended fingers away and wiped them off on a pant leg. He didn't even want to know what the bloody hell that was…
Mamoru continued his frantic search to find duck tape, or any suitable substitute, but was interrupted by the feeling of two arms slipping around his waist and a small, warm body being pressed against his length. He nearly choked. A stain of crimson leapt up on his cheeks as Usagi nuzzled her head against his back and a soft sigh parted her lips. How odd it was to feel this incredible warmth coming from such a fragile girl…
"You're heartbeat…"
"Huh?" Mamoru turned his head back as far as it could go to try to get a glimpse of the blonde, but to no avail.
"You're heartbeat," she began again in a hushed, almost sober-sounding, voice, "it's nice…" She cuddled herself in closer, her hair tickling the back of Mamoru's neck. "It's… relaxing…"
Mamoru mentally cursed himself for finding it so hard to breathe at a moment like this. Never in all his days, not even when he was on the track team in high school, had his lungs been so deprived of air. The burning pit he once considered his stomach was not helping the matter, either.
He gulped carefully, so as to not choke. Mamoru weighed his options in a mental scale behind his eyelids. He could ignore the tantalizingly flirtatious drunk, and continue in his search for duck tape, which would then cause her to sober up, and they could both pretend (or Usagi not even remember) that any of this ever happened. However, despite what a grand idea that was, option B was much more appealing to a man like Mamoru who had the damn most adorable girl he's even seen pressed up against him (plus he had drunken a beer or two as well). So, option A was to ignore her, and option B was… He sighed. Option B was to turn around and kiss her senseless until she kept her end of the bargain.
Mamoru turned around slowly; slow enough to keep his thoughts intact and try to reason himself out of this, and slow enough so that Usagi wouldn't pull her arms away and the warmth wouldn't leave.
Mamoru was successful only in the latter.
The raven-haired man, despite his itching fingers, kept his arms against his sides. He opened his mouth to speak, but a small popping sound interrupted his thoughts. Mamoru blinked. "What was that?" he questioned, in the process of turning his head back to the table where the noise had come from.
"Nothing!!" Usagi cried out defensively. Mamoru quickly spun his head back to her with an incredulous look. "It was… nothing," she tried again, sheepishly this time. He was still eyeing her warily.
"What did you do…?" he offered as the calm before the storm. When he got no response, only an incredibly well-designed grin from the blonde, Mamoru blew all questioning to the wind and turned around.
The warmth of the small girl's body left him abruptly, leaving his body shivering in room temperature. His eye's scanned the area behind him swiftly, trying to ignore the sudden loss of body-heat, when he noted a beer can slipping away from his peripheral vision. Mamoru blinked again. How was it that the beer can was moving away from him without…
"USAGI!!" Mamoru bellowed, whipping around, catching the thieving blonde in her act. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO DROP IT?!!!"
Usagi giggled, sipping down a good half of the can. Mamoru advanced on her dangerously, a sadistic gleam in his hardened eyes. This produced more giggles from the drunken blonde. She took a small step back, wiggling her one finger as a motion for him to come closer. "Come and get me, Chiba," she cooed. Mamoru's flush resurfaced, but he quickly brushed it aside and kept following her.
The next thing Usagi knew, she was pressed up against the wall in a demanding thud. Mamoru's hands were on her shoulders, pinning her there almost tightly enough to bruise. The blonde felt something lukewarm drip down the outside of her leg, mentally noting that somewhere along the line she had dropped the can, and it had spilled down her legs. Had she not been drunk and pinned to a wall she would have probably thought ahead to how horrifying it should look to someone, as if she had wet herself. However, Usagi was drunk, and she was pinned to a wall, and not only that, but Mamoru's nose was brushing severely close to her own.
"If I do it, will you stop?" the older man hissed, breath wafting over Usagi's dry lips.
She could feel her eyes glaze over, even in her tipsy state. "Do… what…?" she somehow managed to sigh out, but was almost certain it came out in a mass of jumbled, incomprehensible words.
Mamoru's eyes narrowed. Good God, couldn't she see, even as a drunk, what she was doing to him?! "Kiss you," he whispered. "If I do it, will you stop?" It was getting harder and harder now to think, far as form sentences, when he felt himself subconsciously moving closer to the girl beneath him.
The blonde nodded numbly, a pink tongue darting out to wet chapped lips. Mamoru's eyes flickered to her movement, fingers digging in deeper into the flesh of her shoulders. His whole body was burning, and he was positive that if he didn't stop this soon, a certain part of him would be doing more than just burning…
"And," he managed out hoarsely around the lump in his throat, lowering his pitch so it wouldn't be so noticeable, "when you're sober, you won't be pissed?" Usagi shook her head in response. Mamoru's jaw clenched. "You won't hold it against me?" Another shake and he was pressing himself up against her, neck forced down, and her own craned up. "And you won't do me any bodily harm?" One more shake had her arms snaking their way along his neck and her back arching up to press herself further against him. Mamoru bit back a groan. "Fine."
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"You know what I think?" Rei offered, drumming her nails in a jazzy pattern against the tabletop. Motoki arched a curious eyebrow in response. "I think we should go check on them."
"Hmm…" the college student hummed thoughtfully. "That is a good idea… The only one I heard a scream or two from was Mamoru, and that was a minute or two ago… Plus, Usagi is drunk…"
The priestess pressed her palms flat on the counter and pushed herself up from her stool. Motoki nodded and took a quick survey of the near-empty arcade, making sure no one would need anything for the next few minutes. The sun had begun to set and soon the arcade would be closed, which meant the two match-makers would have to make sure Usagi and Mamoru were stable enough to make it through the night.
Motoki held out a careful hand to Rei. He smiled adoringly and winked. "Shall we, madam?" The raven-haired girl blinked in mild surprise. A warm grin slowly spread over her lips despite herself. She rested her lithe hand softly in his.
The few yards to the "Employees Only" room was short, shorter than the two had wanted. Rei relished in the warmth of the older man's hand one moment more. Motoki reluctantly released her hand and fished in his pockets for the key. The door clicked open smoothly, in one long swoop. Motoki was just about to give into temptation and reach for Rei's abandoned hand once more when the vision of Usagi and Mamoru filled their eyes.
Rei opened her mouth in a silent scream.
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Author's Notes: Bwhahahahahahaha. ^_^