Here's a kiss that I already posted on tumblr pretty early on! I hope you like it, if it's new for you, and still like it, if it's not lol. Happy Monday!

A Kiss To Distract

"So, I've narrowed it down," Usagi announced, hopping with her knees onto his couch.

He did a double-take, knowing he should be focussing on the list she was holding in her hand and had been very serious about previously. Yet, the way she sat, her oversized T-shirt fell off her shoulder and revealed just that tempting little top part of a lacy bralette he was sure he hadn't seen on her before.

"You've… narrowed it down?" he parroted back to her, voice suddenly hoarse, eyes on the swell of lace covered boob, utterly distracted.

He swallowed. Supportive mode. C'mon. Supportive mode, no ogling.

He managed to rip his eyes away and focus on her face. She hadn't even noticed, which was saying something all in itself about how serious this was to her.

Usagi nodded vehemently and read from her list. "Still in the running aaare," she read in a rather dramatic voice and held up one finger in her dramatic pause.

"Vending machine placement scout," she announced proudly, and he snorted.

That received a kick in his side, issued out by a soft naked foot attached to a soft, almost naked leg.

"I'm serious!" Usagi cried with indignation. "Asahi is hiring! It's flexible hours and I get to eat on the job and run around Tokyo!"

He threw her a look. "What else is on this list, then?"

She glanced down on the little slip of paper only briefly.

"Professional apologizer," she read from her list.

He blinked at her.

"It's this service provided by this company that lets you hire people to apologize for you. Everything from heartfelt apologies via email to coming to grovel for them in person. The higher the apology needed, the better the pay," Usagi explained way too excitedly in his opinion.

"And that made the cut why?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

On her original list of possible jobs - now that she'd graduated high school and was looking - had been things like 'work at Osa-P' that he'd found perfectly reasonable, and she'd crossed out fairly soon. Obviously, it was her decision, whatever she did, but…

"Think of it! I'd get to use my talent of dealing with people's emotions and get paid for it! I'd be good at it!"

Mamoru frowned. He didn't like the idea of Usagi on her knees in front of people for things she hadn't done, used as a face to get angry at in people's stead.

"What else," he grumbled.

"Well, Maid Café–"

"Absolutely not," he interrupted her immediately with a firm shake of his head and all the horror in his eyes.

"But Mamo-chan, I'd get to wear pretty dresses and dance and sing on the job and make people smile and draw cute stuff on food and–"

"–and get paid to be ogled by men who get a kick out of the fact that you are calling them 'master'! No, absolutely not. Next."

He knew his tone was uncalled for and so was the clenched fist and narrowed eyes, and she had every right to glare back at him the way she did. He had absolutely no right, none whatsoever, he was not a judge here just a listening ear, and it was her decision, he knew this, but nope, not happening, not over his dead body.

She huffed at him but read the last point out anyway.

"Professional cuddler," she read.

His eyes whipped back around. "Excuse me?"

"It's a service that offers hugs and spooning to people who feel they need one. For anyone who's been lonely for a long time to people grieving or in depression or hikikomori. It doesn't go beyond the hugs or maybe a back-rub."

Her tone was careful. It couldn't dull out his absolute, horrified appallment.

"Think how good I'd be at it! It's a job I can literally do in a bed. And I'd get to be there for people who need me. All those people who need a hug and I'd be allowed to give them one and even get paid for it! I'd be great at it–"

She would. She would be wonderful at it. This service needed someone like Tsukino Usagi with her giant heart and abundance of compassion and she was made for this job description exactly, this company wouldn't believe their luck.

…But he was not prepared to share.

And so he interrupted her defense of what she undoubtedly had deemed the perfect job for herself by pressing his lips against hers and tugging at that too loose too big T-shirt, and poured it all out.

His kiss was probably a bit too possessive. His tongue insistent against hers, his lips too fast and demanding. Trying to distract her from the fact he was completely in the wrong to butt into this decision, but no way, no absolute fucking way.

Usako was his. He didn't share. He wouldn't.

She squealed into his mouth but wrapped her hands around his shoulders as he pulled her to him, his teeth pulling at her lower lip just as his hands pulled her into his lap.

The kiss was meant to be distracting, and it was, even when he knew she knew what he was doing. His own hands slipped underneath her shirt and over the lace of that mystery bralette, and really, she was the sweetest person in the world that she would want to do a job like that, but no one got to hold her but him.

"Mamo-chan–" she breathed into his mouth, tone amused, hands on his shoulders.

He moved his lips from hers down her jaw, her throat, started tugging up her shirt and she giggled and lifted her arms to help him along.

He tossed it blindly behind him.

"So," he said, voice breathy as he pressed them out between kisses against her throat, his tongue dipping into the hollow of her collarbone, teeth grazing along soft skin.

"Vending machine placement scout, yeah?"

He felt her rolling her eyes, even when she started tugging at his shirt in return.

Obvious Setting Tag: Post-Stars

All these jobs are real btw lol. Never let it be said there aren't jobs for you if your interrests and talents are eating, sleeping and reading manga lol.