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A Kiss In Danger

"I won't tell if you won't tell…"

He whimpered, shivering. He was absolutely overwhelmed, totally turned on, and completely terrified.

Her mouth was at his ear and her hand skimmed his neck and his collarbone in the unbuttoned collar or his shirt, and really, they should know better. If there were any two people in the universe that should despise having to hide like that, it should be them.

He had no clue why this was so delicious.

He cried out a series of high-pitched, whispered, tortured sounds, when her lips once again wrapped against the junction of his neck, her tongue pressing against his skin before her teeth sunk and nipped and sucked and shit—

He bit his lip. "Usako," he groaned out. It was supposed to be a warning, instead it came out like a beg. Just as his hand at her hip was supposed to push her away, and yet instead his fingers twitched into her skin violently with every brush of her lips and tongue and teeth as he grabbed at her to pull her closer all the same.

"I can be quiet," she whispered, and licked a line against his mutilated skin, soothing it.

He'd have a hickey. And it wouldn't even be the most evident proof against him.

The collar of his white shirt was wide open; Usagi's temptress fingers has undone the top ones long ago. He didn't even have to look down to see the bright red smears of her sinfully sexy lipstick on his chest, on the corners of his shirt, to know they went up all the way to his throat and chin and mouth, marking him.

Her own smeared, swollen, painfully arousing lips were enough confirmation to know he looked certainly a whole lot worse.

"We can be quick," she whispered in his ear and tugged on his sleeve, and he was a tightly coiled mess of barely hanging on to his sanity.

"We can't. Usako..." he breathed back, but it was a wonton, utterly seduced and pitiful sigh, and his hand on her hip was fast slipping down the hem of her little white dress.

She didn't help matters by hitching her leg up and around his thigh, helping his hand along to slip underneath her skirt and dig into her thigh.

The sounds he made were desperate and defeated and way, way, way too wanting

"I want you," she breathed. Her voice was thick and low, and she underlined her words with a soft bite at his lower-lip, pulling it away from him.

"Your father," his last grasp on sanity rasped out against her puffy, perfect, sexy lips.

Her tongue ran against his lower lip, so slowly he shivered. "He's not here," she eventually whispered, then drawing the tip of her tongue along his upper lip on her way back.

He bit his lip, fought her tongue over it. "He's right outside," he breathed into her mouth. "He's bound to start looking for us. He'll—"

And he moaned, deep and guttural because her tongue drew into his mouth and stole his, and she tasted of the sweet berry wine she'd drunk all night and of the most potent drug in the world.

There were dozens and dozens of Kenji Tsukino's colleagues outside. His bosses and clients and the whole publishing world, basically, all in this brightly lit event hall that separated them just by the door to this darkened conference room, where she was sitting at the edge of this table and he was standing pressed against her temptingly spread legs and anyone might come in. This illustrious, glamorous event Usagi had had to beg and beg until her father had relented and given her tickets for it, on the condition she'd be on her best behavior here tonight.

Well, she definitely was on her best behavior, really. He was just pretty sure her father would not agree if anyone were to find them here.

"He'll never know," she promised things she couldn't promise.

"This is dangerous," he whispered even when he huffed out another of these high-pitched tortured sighs when her hands snaked down between them and to his belt. "He's gonna castrate me. He's never gonna allow me back into your house, Usako," he warned. But his voice was a drawn-out begging wail, and it wasn't begging her to stop. Not at all.

"We'll be fine," she promised, and popped his belt open with a metallic little click that seemed to shut off his brain, because he absolutely, totally, completely gave in.

Obvious Setting Tag: Post-Stars

And yeah I totally sometimes take these prompts in ways they weren't supposed to go lol.