So, this one is a new kiss that wasn't on tumblr yet and it's in no way original lol. But it's BELOVED and I wrote it anyway lol. See end notes! ANYWAY. HAPPY TUESDAY AND CHECK OUT THE FIC EXCHANGE FIC FOR FALL IN LOVE 2019 THEY'RE AMAZING. ESPECIALLY THE ONE I GOT FROM TINA CENTURY GO LOOOOK!

Encouraging Kisses

It was a lazy sunday. A good Sunday. At least for him it was.

He snuggled his face closer into the crook of her warm neck, pulled her hips a little closer against him, arms wrapped firmly around her, clamped his knees a little tighter around her form, hugging her completely from behind and hanging from her like the lovesick fool he was.

But she smelled so good. And she felt so good. Warm and puffy from sleep, still in the pink shorts and white tank she'd worn to bed, skin soft and doughy and sleepy.

It was a weird few weeks. Where Usagi would willingly ignore him like this, in his apartment, on a Sunday morning, to sit at his coffee table and study English.

But last-minute-panic had her in a strong-hold. Her English finals, the last of her graduation finals (finally), were scheduled for Wednesday.

His job, 'while he was already there', she'd mumbled in amusement, was to check for mistakes as she scribbled arguments in English to the prompts she'd made him write her earlier in the morning.

She'd gotten UP for this. Left the BED for this.

"Two s and one c in 'unnecessary'" he corrected absentmindedly, puckering his lips at the end of his sentence and dragged them down her throat, one hand slipping underneath her shirt.

She nodded, crossed the word out with a determined scratch across her writing pad, and wrote it again. Her writing looked cute in English.

He looked at it only with his lips still trailing along her neck and shoulder, his hand traveling all the way up along smooth belly and soft shirt and found the enticing skin fold underneath one very warm and very inviting little perfect mound and dragged his finger slowly along the seam.

"Mamo-chan..." she scolded, her pretty pink mechanical pencil raised to tap his nose over her shoulder. "What are you doing?"

He hummed, puckered soft kisses onto her shoulder and spread his other palm flat across her belly, firmly underneath her shirt now, too. "I'm encouraging you," he murmured into her still so sleep-warm, puffy, perfect skin.

She shook a little in his arms with her chuckle vibrating through her. "Oh, are you now?"

"Mhmm," he hummed, unperturbed, dragging his nose along the curve of her perfect neck and nuzzling the nape of it.

"By distracting me," she intoned, half amused, half annoyed, a little temptation that she clearly fought shining through nonetheless.

He shook his head, dropped his lips to that spot behind her ear. "Not distracting," he whispered, and began tracing the shell of her ear with his lips.

She snorted, but it came out a little breathy, "uh huh."

"Mhmmm," he hummed happily, his lips pulling into a full smirk when he felt a shiver run through her under his touch, and his hand, stroking lazy lines underneath her breast, travelled up a little higher.

"Just keep going," he encouraged through a grin at her throat, and pressed another kiss against the skin. "Don't mind me."

She exhaled in a shudder, but her pen moved once more. She managed three more sentences before she tackled him.

It was a good Sunday.

Obvious Setting Tag: Post-Stars

So this one is in no way original lol. Antigone 2 already wrote it better with her ficlet Distractions, and even cockpit drew a version. Versions, even. But yeah, I firmly am behind the fact that these kisses would happen, lol. THIS IS SO IN CHARACTER IT'S PRACTICALLY CANON. So, two cakes. Seventeen cakes.