This was actually one of the last ones that made it onto Tumblr! Anyway, guys, I hope you have a happy Monday! Enjoy!
(Attempts At) Discreet Kisses
"Shhhhh," Mamoru hushed into her mouth, trying to swallow all her moans, even when his hands wouldn't stop their torturous journey across her blouse and navy skirt and his teeth captured her lower lip between his in that way that would always make her whimper.
She tried to. She really did. She tried to stay quiet by all means.
But then his lips and tongue were back at her throat and his hands on her butt and his mouth was sucking on the tender flesh behind her ear in that way that made her dissolve in his arms and also make a lot of noise.
He hushed her again, and the whole purikura booth rattled when he lifted her up and set her on the white plastic alcove next to the camera and lights, and when he pulled her to him, hands around her thighs, lifting them so she would wrap them around him, it was him who moaned against her throat.
"Shhhh," Usagi repeated with mirth in her voice that just turned into another mewl.
Hiding in Crown was fairly easy, to be fair. Tons of places to discreetly hide away. They'd done way worse than this lately.
Fooling around in purikura booths on quiet days at the Crown was one thing. They'd snogged in changing rooms in Shibuya 109, in one of the segregated booths at her favorite Chicken Yakitori chain restaurants, that one glorious time the metro car had been empty except for the two of them - those were all the relatively tame ones. But at Hikawa? Her high school festival last week? In her bed with Luna sleeping in the room? They were getting careless and staying discreet was getting harder and harder and one day they'd get caught and Mamoru would remember why he actually tended to die at even the thought of PDA and all this adventurous, hormonal madness would stop and she would mourn it for the rest of her life.
So, she grabbed him by the hair and reclaimed his shuddering, swollen mouth and kissed him a little harder, clamping her legs around him tightly.
Usagi was fairly certain that nothing would ever be as exciting as the phase she and Mamoru were currently going through. It couldn't. No way.
Something had clicked. Something was… happening. Now. Soon. Eventually. Something like that. For all this fooling around, they hadn't done it yet. But it was close, so, so close, she could feel it in her bones - and so could he. Sometimes he was trembling when she touched him. It was intoxicating. Addicting. She needed more. She needed all. She couldn't wait.
Except she could. In fact, nothing seemed sweeter than drawing this out, whatever this magic was. Endlessly, forever. She was contented to savour this for every last drop.
After years of chaste, rated-for-all-audiences, always-pjs-wearing, oftentimes-their-future-daughter-was-around-for-god's-sake, sweet normalcy, something had suddenly snapped. Suddenly, Galaxia behind them, they were ready, or so it seemed.
Suddenly those make-out sessions wouldn't end, suddenly, when she was pressed into his couch for way longer than a single kiss, his hands were everywhere, his lips were too, and she loved nothing more than the feeling of his clothed hips pressing against hers because holy damn.
Heated, endless, sometimes hour-long make-out sessions. Even if very few clothes would fall (though it surprised her how still everything could be touched), it felt like she was drunk and high and addicted, and she couldn't stop.
Nowadays, he was mostly panting harshly, his hair was mostly tangled and disheveled by her hands, his eyes that half-lidded, impatient-yet-savoring intensity, his lips forever swollen and sometimes, the best times, his mouth was entirely and deliciously smeared with her lipstick that blotted all the way down to his collarbone.
She felt on top of the world. To think they could have been doing this for years?
"We shou–" He was cut off by her lips following his and he slid them back across hers wetly with a pained sigh before he tried again. "We should get back soon, they'll wonder where–"
The rest of the sentence was never uttered, he forgot what he wanted to say when Usagi's mouth found his earlobe and her hands slipped into the back pocket of his jeans and squeezed.
They did stop, eventually. Every hair out of place, his lips especially so swollen they looked painful.
The girls just rolled their eyes, resumed their conversation except for Minako, who threw them a wink as Usagi slipped in next to her.
"So, I'm guessing there was a long line?" Minako snickered when they re-joined them at their booth, dramatically sweeping her eyes across the almost deserted arcade.
"Mhmm. And then the machine wouldn't work," Usagi threw at Minako with a little smirk and stole a fry from her.
"Right. They're broken awfully often for you," Minako commented with her own smirk, and Mamoru blushed, got up abruptly, and walked to the counter to order, hands in his hair to try and tame the disaster.
"Yup, it's absolutely awful. We're cursed."
Minako snickered. "I bet."
She could get so, so, so used to this.
Obvious Setting Tag: Post-Stars
(And anyway, yes, I am 100% nostalgic for that time with those gloriously intense, seemingly ever-lasting, exciting, innocent teenage snogs and am so gloriously happy for everyone who has yet to experience this phase (fucking ENJOY IT) and really I hope everyone who did love this as much as I did had this phase very, very thoroughly because amazing. I miss those.)
On an unrelated note, there will not be a kiss tomorrow. I'm skipping tomorrow. Instead, you'll get my Fall In Love Fic Exchange Fic tomorrow!