Happy Friday guys! This is actually one of two jealous kisses I ended up writing for this prompt – in the original ask game that started this all, this was actually the most requested kiss, the jealous one!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

A Jealous Kiss

She loved these college parties. Especially since she graduated and decided not to ever in a million years grace any university with her presence, she enjoyed living this "only perk of university-life" vicariously through him.

And so he found himself at another of these now way too frequent university parties as of late. One more of the likes he had been so careful to avoid at all costs before, and now sought out to be invited to just because she enjoyed them so.

She humored his wishes. It wasn't that they pretended not to be together, nothing like that, not at all - he wouldn't want that. But she respected his wishes far more carefully here than she usually did and kept a slight and modest distance for the sake of his need for privacy, knowing public displays of affection made him uncomfortable. She was still affectionate with him, sweet with him. But she only ever brushed the tips of his fingers when he got her a drink, smiled up at him with her adorably crinkling nose and that heart-stabbing, faint spray of freckles that came out when she blushed, but never came too close, even when she, occasionally, seldomly, came to him and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear and he leaned his whole body towards her - because it might have been his wish but it didn't keep him from yearning for her touch and closeness all the same.

Tonight was torture.

He grabbed the bottle he'd been nursing for the past hour in a too tight grip.

These guys weren't even the first people he'd overheard talking about her in this way tonight. By far. She was gorgeous tonight, he was well aware of it. She was gorgeous always.

Usagi was laughing, dancing, luscious gold hair bouncing around her bright, wide laughing face as she danced through the night in that too short skirt, radiating joy. She'd started the night dancing with Saori, made friends on the dance floor and howled delighted compliments to them that made them blush and flush and smile at her in touched pleasure, boys and girls alike; danced with Asanuma later and kept encouraging him to speak to that girl he seemed to like who she'd met earlier.

She was pure sunshine, and everyone seemed as drawn to her as him. It was painful, aching torture, even if it made complete sense to him that they would see her in that way, too.

Do you think she's single?

Have you seen that butt? How could she be?

I hope she is.

I really want those legs around me not gonna lie.

Maybe she is single? I hope she's single.

Can you imagine? Those wanton sighs she made with those cupcakes? I bet she makes those in bed.

Get your mind out the gutter, dude.

Come on guys, don't tell me you didn't think the same.

She arrived with Chiba. Maybe she's with him.

That stick up the butt? C'mon, such a fun girl as her would be with someone more exciting.

I saw her at Kobayashi's party last week, too. She arrived with Chiba then, as well.

Maybe they're friends?

A snort. Yeah right, no way. They're like, polar opposites. What would they even talk about?

Maybe they're related?

Maybe.

Are you gonna make a move? You could go up and try to dance with her. I mean, don't be a creep but, you know.

Yeah, maybe worth a try.

She's totally cute. I bet she might be into you.

Yeah dude, you totally should. You're fun, she's fun…

There was only so much he could take. He'd endured it for a while, much longer than he'd have antipated, until he burst.

The irritation flew through him so hard, he was surprised the glass bottle didn't crack under his hold, and didn't crack when he smashed it onto the windowsill when he pushed off towards the dance floor in single-minded intensity.

He must have looked intimidating. His stride was fast and determined and the crowd parted for him and looked up.

Usagi was still giggling, eyes closed and jumping in joy around one of his co-eds who stopped dancing to look at him with surprise, when he reached out.

He shot out one arm around her shoulders, the other grabbing just beneath her butt, and lifted her off the ground and to his lips in one single motion.

She shrieked, and the look in her eyes changed from surprise to… surprise, when he crashed his lips to hers and his tongue right into her mouth, and she gasped and melted into him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

He didn't hold a hand in front of their mouths to shield their surroundings from possibly, maybe seeing a glimpse of his tongue moving against hers. He didn't move them to a secluded corner and wait till no one looked. He did none of the things he usually would. Instead, he did the exact opposite. Lifting her high, his hand splayed across her bottom, his neck craning up towards her lips as she threaded her hands into his hair and attacked his mouth right back, because if there was one thing Usagi would always be able to do, it was reading his emotions and moods and giving him what he needed.

Right now he kind of needed to brand her. As embarrassing and childish and petty as it was. Thankfully she seemed ok with that.

He only started blushing when he caught her sparkling, amused eyes when he dropped her back on her feet, and she bopped his nose with her finger with that glint in her eye that bulleted right through him, before she let him go back into his corner.

He went back after assuring her in whispers to her ear that he hadn't lost his marbles, and that she looked really pretty in that skirt, and dancing like that. And he brushed by the group of guys he'd overheard earlier on purpose, shoved forcefully right through them.

"She's not single," he growled, unseeing, to them all, and delighted way too much in the way they jumped, parting in the middle and away from him, looking at him in this startled, embarrassed, intimidated way.

He settled back against the wall, grabbed his beer where he'd left it. When Usagi's beaming smile and wave found him from the dance floor, he couldn't help but smile back.

He grabbed her hand and led her away with very clear and visible intentions about half an hour later, on a path that paraded her in front of every single person he'd overheard talking about her tonight. It felt satisfying in a way that was entirely wrong, and entirely exciting, and he would never be admitting ever.

Obvious Setting Tag: Post-Stars