This is actually the first of the kisses that I've originally written for the Kiss prompt game! I feel it doesn't QUITE fit in with the others as much because of it, but... Yeah. So anyway, this has been sitting a while. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this Tuesday kiss!
A Kiss Where It Hurts
His heart screamed in his chest so loud it felt like it was trying to rip its way right through the painful lump in his throat and the panic tingling in his toes all at the same time.
Her grip on it so light, the cutie moon rod bounced against Sailor Moon's leg in a boneless, dull thud and bumped almost comically off her shin, but it didn't fall. She deflated in a heap, after the droid had disappeared in a flash of pink magic.
Usagi gave off a pitiful groan and collapsed against the wall beside her, the one she'd previously been cornered against and he'd had no way to get to her, pinned as he'd been.
She wasn't crying. She wasn't screaming. The tears sat wet in her eyes, but they wouldn't fall.
That was worse.
Sailor Moon never howled when the pain was too hard. While Usagi would cry and bawl and lament and wail at every last little scratch - she had that one threshold, that one point where the screaming and wailing would end, and her pain would meet silence and numbness. It was a point he had sworn to never allow her to get to again, and here it was.
With the droid gone, his restraints now dissipated in a flash of almost gas like substance, as if they'd never existed, and he dropped to the ground completely graceless, his heart unwilling to slow down. His eyes were fixed on her, heartbeat in his throat, zeroing in on the angry, bleeding red marks all around her neck where the droid had tried - and almost succeeded - to choke her, suspended and kicking.
Sailor Moon had almost been hanged in front of his eyes and he had been left to fucking watch. Watch her claw at the restraints on her neck, watch her wild, panicked eyes pleading with his while she did.
He stumbled forward, heart screaming. Tears and lingering fear were in her eyes and a grimace pulling at her lips.
She'd almost died. He did all this, pretending not to love her, pretending not to care, breaking her heart over and over and over again, to keep her safe. And yet she'd almost died. Right under his useless watch.
He fell against her in a way he would have hated himself for if he were in any state of mind to notice. Knees wide and wrapping around her legs, weight unfiltered and unchecked, crushing her as he almost dropped on her.
She didn't seem to mind.
Her fingers clutched at the dressy black fabric covering his biceps as he brought both hands up to hover over her neck.
His hands trembled. His whole being zeroed in on the bleeding marks, and the way his white gloves came away with a stain of red when he finally touched, and she hissed.
She wasn't crying. But he was. His face was wet and his sobs were ugly and unhinged, and her eyes were wide and watching him in silence.
His lips met her skin in a wet, salty, frantic way. Kissing the marks, her jaw, her cheeks, her eyes, her head, the marks.
His lips came away wet and red and he pressed harder when her skin started to glow golden.
One by one, the marks faded, the skin healed, her breath came harsh beneath his assault.
He hadn't known he could do that. He hadn't known his lips could do that. But he had no thought left to spare to wonder about that, just like he had no thought left to spare that he was actually still supposed to be pretending not to love her.
"Don't leave me, don't ever leave me," he cried against her neck, as if he hadn't been the one leaving her, who kept leaving her, his lips still kissing the skin that wounds no longer marked.
The clunk of the cutie moon rod as it fell from her grip resounded around him, and her arms came up and clutched at his back in a hold that was tighter than his, clinging and grabbing and pushing his form against hers.
She finally started crying.
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