Happy Wednesday guys! This is another older one from tumblr that some of you ight remember, but I hope it enrches your coffee break nonetheless, today! Hope you enjoy!

A Necessary Kiss

It hurt to be around Usagi the most when she was looking like this.

"No!" Chibiusa cried, whirling around and clutching his hand harder. "I want to spend the day just with Mamo-chan! Not you! Go away!"

He snuck a glance as well, Usagi's shoulders fell and she sighed hard, dejected and miserable. Her eyes were stubbornly at her feet, but they were shining. It was the third time Chibiusa had done this.

"Look, I'll stay back as far as possible, ok?" Usagi said. It was barely audible, she was too far away. To stress her point, she'd slowed her steps even more, falling back even further.

He felt every inch of widening distance as a rift in his heart.

From what he had been able to patch together by their fighting, Usagi's mother had instructed Usagi to watch over Chibiusa today. Something the small girl hadn't particularly taken joy in. They'd run into Mamoru and Chibiusa had stubbornly clung to him.

When Usagi had looked about ready to cry, avoiding his eyes as he had hers, but Chibiusa didn't make any inclination to let go of him, he'd suggested he could accompany her to the playground for a little while.

Chibiusa had insisted they leave Usagi behind - Usagi had taken the obvious rejection with a roll of her eyes and a sigh, explaining they'd have to leave to get her to her doctor's appointment soon, and her Mama trusted her to not leave Chibiusa's side.

The solution had been that Usagi trailed a far distance behind them.

"No!" Chibiusa yelled again, later, at the playground, when Usagi showed the audacity to attempt to enter the small square and sit on a bench instead of leaning uncomfortably outside against the fence furthermore. "I don't want you here!" she shouted angrily.

"Chibiusa!" Mamoru hissed. He couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take the hurt look in Usagi's eyes every time Chibiusa did this.

Usagi was risking her life on a regular basis to take care of this strange child that had fallen from the sky. And even though he knew what childhood trauma looked like more than most people did, and he understood that since it was her Mama the girl cried for in her sleep and missed so much, and that it was thus harder for her to trust and accept females trying to take her Mama's place in any way possible - it still crawled beneath his skin with every venomous, small, high-pitched shout.

"I know, I know!" Usagi sighed. "It's the we-don't-want-Usagi-around club, I get it. None of you want me here. Nobody wants me here. I know, ok? Just pretend I'm air."

She sat on her bench, turned her back to them with a whirl of her hair and since she wasn't looking, he allowed his eyes to stay on her form.

Her shoulders were shaking, her hand was lifting towards her face, rubbing at her eyes.

He knew he was hurting her as much as Chibiusa was. Probably even more.

Chibiusa did it one more time when he'd attempted to leave them when it was time to leave for the girl's doctor's appointment. This time, Usagi didn't react at all anymore, just nodded silently. Chibiusa had only agreed to go when Mamoru had suggested he drive them there.

He sighed long and hard when he killed the engine. He tried to find Usagi's eyes behind him on the backseat through the rear-view mirror, but her eyes were cast on her knees, clutching the hem or her skirt as she reached for the door.

He flew from his seat and opened her door before she had the chance to. Chibiusa was still bouncing in the passenger seat.

Her eyes blinked up at him in surprise and it felt like a stab to his heart.

He wanted to keep her safe from him. That's why he did this, that's why he was breaking her heart.

Had he really taken it so far that she was surprised when he did something as decently normal as open a door for her?

Her eyes were wide and confused, her brow furrowed, her look so very, very dejected and lost.

He realised with a start that he was glaring at her. He was glaring at himself, really. But he knew that always came out wrong.

Chibiusa was chattering loudly, banging his door, demanding his attention and griping about Usagi's presence some more.

Trauma. It was trauma. It wasn't the kid's fault. But Usagi's eyes dulled over and her gaze fell to her feet even under his gaze, her sigh so pained it stabbed him right through the chest once more.

He curled his hand against the roof of his car, trapping her between his chest and the door when he leaned forward and pressed a hard kiss against her forehead.

There was nothing he could do to stop his lips. It was as necessary as breathing in this moment. He couldn't stop it.

He heard her gasp even when his lips lingered against her skin and he kept his eyes scrunched shut. Felt her fingers curl in his shirt and her skin tremble beneath his mouth.

"She doesn't mean it," he whispered with his lips against her skin.

I don't mean it.

When he finally realised what he was doing, he ripped away from her and cleared his throat.

"Better not keep the doctor waiting," he said awkwardly and moved away without looking her in the eyes.

He then moved to Chibiusa, made him promise her to be a little nicer to Usagi for him, could she do that?

It took Usagi a while to move away from where she'd remained leaning against his car.

Her shoulders were still slumped when she disappeared through the building's door, and she hadn't looked back at him once.

He hit the roof of his car with a frustrated fist, and hit his head against the back of his seat with his eyes scrunched closed when he'd slipped back into the car.

He hated himself even more today than usual.

Obvious Setting Tag: R (break up arc)

Ya know, that time when Chibs was still a traumatised little brat who could have used getting some exploration on, ya know, being a war-traumatised child? Cause, well, that would have been totally easy to explain.

Anyway, tomorrow's kiss is the 50 and I'll have MADE IT. I'll have written and posted the whole kiss prompt list! Wooooot!

Anyway, always and forever, I would love to hear if you enjoyed my work!