Happy Tuesday, everyone! This is a new kiss for your coffee break again, and I hope you enjoy it!
Greedy Kisses
Mamoru froze in sudden panic when he entered his apartment and found his expensive couch cushions littered in open buckets of paint, the rest of his furniture pushed away, and Usagi on the floor with a paint brush in her mouth, kneeling with pink-spotted knees on his hardwood floor over a giant bedspread or two that were hopefully not his.
She looked up with a bright, beaming smile and almost dropped the brush, mumbling a "Welcome home," around it.
He blinked at her, then down at the bed sheets. She'd started writing a giant character in pink paint.
"What are we doing," he asked carefully, intoning it more like an accusation than a question, and dropped his jacket and his books without taking his eyes off the buckets balanced on the leather.
"Mama's making me do all sorts of things for her because I broke the washing machine," she said with a shrug, and swirled her paintbrush in one of the wobbly buckets.
He winced, and made his way quickly to her side, though only to carefully lift the buckets from his property, and onto the side of the second of the sheets instead.
She threw him a look.
"And your mother is making you do things here?" he asked with a lifted eyebrow, and pushed his sleeves up his forearms, then lifted the next bucket. "And how'd you manage to break a washing machine?"
Of course, she decided to answer the latter, not the former. "I forgot to take my brooch off before dropping my school uniform in the wash. Turns out the silver crystal doesn't like getting washed."
He threw her a hard and entirely judgemental and entirely unsurprised look, because of course his girlfriend would accidently put the most powerful object in the universe into a washing machine.
She swirled her brush back into one of the buckets and drew another wonky line.
He knelt beside her. "What are we writing?" he asked, and lifted a corner of the fabric to rub across it.
Nope. None of his. Phew.
Usagi stuck the paint brush back in her mouth as she reached for something and he rolled his eyes and pried the brush from her lips at the same time to hold it instead.
'DO YOUR BEST, YOU LITTLE BRAT!' The sample paper she held up read in rainbow colored script, surrounded by pink hearts.
"Chibiusa's competing in this school competition thingy tomorrow. We're making banners to support her," she explained, and retrieved the brush.
He huffed, and took the brush right back from her, dipping it himself, but in a way that didn't endanger his rental apartment.
"Let me," he grumbled.
He worked quickly, and much more precise, than Usagi had. And while she still took a smaller brush and provided the hearts, he took the liberty to go off script and wrote in his neatest calligraphy, 'Do your best, Chibiusa-chan!'.
She hummed, watching him work. "Mamo-chan's handwriting is so much prettier than mine," she murmured in a sing-song kind of voice, chin in her hand, elbow on her knee, red-tipped paint brush painting in the air with her free hand, which he eyed nervously out of the corner of his eye.
He rolled his eyes again but couldn't suppress the smile.
"Hmm," she continued kind of absently. "My beautiful Mamo-chan is so much better at it this than I am."
It wasn't the self-depreciating kind of remark. More the 'put Mamoru on a pedestal' kind of remark with that soft kind of dreamy voice she sometimes had when she talked about him, and he blushed, and rolled his eyes even harder.
"Ah," he deadpanned without looking up, dipping the brush into the next color. "And what does my beauty have to do with it?"
Usagi proceeded to drape herself against his back, curling her hands around him to stroke against his stomach absentmindedly. He felt her cheek rub against his spine.
"Nothing," she sighed into his back, dropping all her weight on him. "It's just your moniker. Ya know, Alexander the Great, Mamoru the Pretty," she said, and pulled at his shirt. It stretched down enough so she could drop a kiss against the nape of his neck.
He chuckled, and she climbed a little higher on his back, wrapped around his chest now, her knees digging into his butt, and settled her face into the crook of his neck so they were cheek to cheek.
"I see I've been immediately demoted," he commented, then threw her a smirk.
He earned an eye roll in return that mimicked his previous one almost exactly, and she detangled herself from him as he wrote the last character.
"There," he said, and deposited the brush into the paint water glass. Then he stole hers and dropped it in there too, before his chin was captured.
She drew him to her, a warm smile shining in the little adorable smile lines at her eyes. "Thank you," she purred, and leaned up.
He came immediately, of course, and dropped a small peck of a kiss onto her lips. And then another, and another, and another.
Only when the kisses turned a little longer, a little more lingering, and her soft lips started moving a little more sensually, did he withdraw.
There were open paint buckets all around them. On his hardwood floors.
She wrinkled her nose cutely. "Hmmmm," she hummed again. "I want more."
He grinned a too toothy grin at her, too smug and challenging, and he knew he should dial it down for the safety of his floors, but he didn't.
Instead he flirted back like the helpless idiot he was.
"Aren't we greedy today?" he purred right back.
She was already back on her knees, between his spread legs this time, wrapping her arms slowly around his shoulders and nodded a too smug smile right back at him. "Mhmm," she hummed back. "Always." - And leaned in.
He sighed, gave up, tilted his head, opened his mouth, and played his favorite game of 'what ice cream flavor did she eat today' as she melded herself to his lips.
He still cursed loudly when, a little later, the first bucket toppled over.
Obvious Setting Tag: Super S
In a somewhat unrelated note, I'm having trouble with tomorrow's kiss. It's an old one from tumblr (A Kiss Out Of Lust), and while I black the scene out once they do something about that lust, it's very… apparent in his mind. I don't want to yank up the rating for one single kiss and I also am absolutely unsure whether it would even be necessary, aka, if I can have it pass as T if you squint. But also my squinting is very biased so I don't know if it counts. Anyway, I guess you'll find out tomorrow what I decided and if it gets posted here, or if I skip a day, or well… we'll see.
(Tbf, I think it would be a shame to leave it out. It's in my personal top 5 of all the kisses…)