Good afternoon everyone.
I hope you all enjoy these last weeks of summer.
So here's chapter 4 of "It's never too late". Thank you to all my readers, I appreciate your constant support. It really warms my heart.
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Gabicg93: LOL, I like speeding up your heartbeat my friend. Enjoy this new chapter.
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Guest 1: LOL, clearly you don't like Usagi much and I think if that's the case, your just reading the wrong kind of stories my friend anyways, No, Yoshiro is not from my previous stories, he is a new character, and no, he doesn't have the "hots" for Usagi. Reread chapter one, and I think you'd be able to grasp that fact. He is merely a bully who tries to intimidate Usagi. As for the pairings, well I honestly don't know what to tell you, but these are my pairings and I'm sorry you don't like them, but...oh well, it can't be helped. Enjoy chapter 4.
Guest 2: LOL, no he probably won't be much amused :D Thanks and I hope you like the new chapter.
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PS: This chapter has been edited by my wonderful beta-reader, BrownB.
42, 43, 44, 45...
"...and I told Daiki to check and see whether there's any way to figure out their security system, I mean, it shouldn't be hard for him...but still. I know you said not to rush, but I think..."
46,47,48,49...
"Are you even listening to me? Yo, sweat man... are you paying attention?"
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Mamoru popped down on his front on the floor, taking a few much-needed deep breaths before lifting himself up on his knees.
Hisa was sitting on the locker room bench, legs slightly parted and she had both elbows leaned on her knees. She was watching Mamoru closely as he did his last round of push-ups.
"Did you hear what I said?" she asked as he got up from the floor and walked to his locker.
"I did..." he said while panting a little.
"So?" she asked again, eyes glued to his back, eyebrows up in a manner of question and impatience.
"So?" he asked as he retrieved his small gym towel from the locker.
"What do you mean 'so'? I've been talking to you for the past 15 minutes you dumb-ass, are you deaf?" she fumed with anger. It wasn't really unusual for Mamoru to tune out now and then, but this was really important; she needed to know what was going on his mind.
"It's actually really hard to ignore your voice Hisa, no matter how hard I try," he raised his eyebrows and smirked at her expression.
She went to say something else when the door to the locker room opened and a gawky teenager walked in.
He blinked twice before opening the door again and looking at the sign on the other side. "Um," he said and then glanced back at Hisa, "isn't this the guy's locker room?" he asked, eyeing the only two occupants of the room.
Hisa narrowed her dark brown eyes at the kid. "It is, is there a problem?" she asked him with a tone that was all too familiar to Mamoru. The poor soul in front of them was probably new or just pure stupid, because he had the audacity to just stand there and stare back. "Well...," he said while frowning a little, "I don't think you should be in here..." and he started to walk his way into the room.
Mamoru went back to his own chore, putting the towel back in his gym bag and taking out his school uniform from the locker, but he could hear Hisa's short angry snorts.
"Do you see that notch?" she suddenly asked the boy as she gestured with her thumb to a locker on the opposite side of where she was standing.
The boy narrowed his eyes at her and nodded with uncertainty.
"The soccer team is not responsible for that damage...I am," she said calmly without taking her eyes off of the boy. He just stood there, dumbfounded, as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly; that locker was as good as trash now.
"So I suggest you leave before I do it again...this time with your worthless skull," she said, without faltering and in the same calm tone.
Mamoru finally turned around as the door clicked shut behind the teenager. He met Hisa's indifferent stare and smirked once more. "Must you always do that?" he asked while walking away to get dressed.
"Well, he just looked stupid standing there, might as well give him something to really think about," she shrugged and then plopped back down on the bench.
"Tell Daiki that it needs to be done tonight," came Mamoru's voice from behind the changing room.
Hisa nodded in understanding, even though he couldn't see her, before her lips turned up in a knowing smirk.
"Oh my God Aino, you really suck at this game...and I am on fire!" Makoto beamed with enthusiasm, emphasizing on each word as she went on. She clutched the steering wheel tighter in her hands and glanced back at her competition.
She couldn't see Minako's face through the helmet, but she could see how her white hands were shaking with anger.
"Don't compliment yourself too much Kino, you... are GOING DOWN!" came her voice as she tightened her hold on the wheel and did a sudden turn and crashed right into Makoto's car.
The "game over" sign came in big red signals on Makoto's screen and she cried out in defeat and rage. "You little annoying blonde...you made me lose!" she cried out again and took off her helmet to glare back at her friend.
Minako's eyes were sparkling with happiness and amusement and she did a small victory gesture with her hand after taking off the helmet and meeting Makoto's angry stare with a huge grin.
"Oh come on Mako-chan, you just have to start playing something else...like," she looked around for a moment, "...that game," she pointed to a maze game where a couple of 10-year-olds were being busy with.
Makoto fumed again and narrowed her emerald green eyes at the blonde, who just laughed out loud and stood up and did an exaggerating flip with her hair.
"I don't think she could even win that," Rei said in a serious tone, not caring about the deadly glares Makoto was sending her.
Usagi watched her friends from her place at the counter and laughed. She had had her fair share of losses against Minako on the Sailor V game. That girl was just a genius when it came to games...and shopping...and probably boys!
"What are you laughing about?" Ami suddenly appeared beside her stool. Her blue eyes were droopy with fatigue.
"Those idiots," Usagi pointed to her friends with her head and then focused on the blue haired intellect sitting beside her. "Ami-chan, you look so tired, you should go home," Usagi said and then pushed her chocolate milkshake towards her friend. "Here, have some milkshake, you look pale."
Ami gave her a smile of thanks before pulling the drink in front of herself and taking two small sips of the sweetness. "Mmm, it tastes delicious." She closed her eyes and savored the sugary delight. One couldn't really call Mizuno Ami a germ freak, but she did want to become a doctor someday, and given her passion in science, she wasn't really a person who would share a straw with another. But this was Usagi, her very first and best friend, and even though she was lazy in doing...well almost everything, her daily chores in taking care of her oral health were extreme.
"I'm actually hungry, have you guys eaten yet?" Ami asked after taking a few more sips of the milkshake, knowing very well that Usagi was probably regretting her decision in sharing her drink by now.
"We have, but you know I can always eat more," Usagi grinned and then looked around to catch Motoki's attention.
He was leaning against one of the games and helping a little girl. Usagi watched him as he threw back his head and laughed. She smiled upon hearing his wholehearted laughter. He spoke to the little girl for a few moments before turning around and noticing her stare. He smiled at her with softened eyes and Usagi felt a blush making its self visible on her face.
"What can I get you ladies?" Motoki asked as he came behind the counter and stood in front of them. "Hey Ami-chan," he greeted the blue haired teenager.
"Hi Motoki-kun," Ami smiled at him. "I'm going to have a cheeseburger please," she said and looked over Usagi.
Motoki nodded at her and he too looked at Usagi, his eyes showing the obvious smile that was plastered on his handsome face, "What about you Usagi?" he asked her, knowing too well that she had had a burger with fries only an hour ago and a chocolate milkshake right after that.
Usagi's eyes narrowed in concentration and she pursed her lips together. "I'm gonna have...fries," she said and smiled up at the upperclassman.
"Just fries? Are you sure?" Motoki asked, suddenly sounding so serious.
"Yeah, I'm sure..." she said with uncertainty. Was she suppose to have something else?
"You feeling okay?" Motoki asked again as he reached out his hand and put it on her forehead. Usagi visibly jumped on her seat and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Nope, no fever. You had us worried there for a second Usa-chan. I mean, you've only had one burger today..." he said before his lips turned up in a huge grin. He watched as Usagi's eyes narrowed once more, this time with irritation. She slapped his hand away from her face and pouted. Motoki's attention immediately dropped to those lips... those small little pink lips, so kissable; he had to force his eyes to look away from them; kissing a 16-year-old high school student at his work place was probably not the brightest idea.
"I'm very well aware of that Motoki-san," she emphasized on the name, formal and far from intimate. "I just want fries right now, thank you very much," she heard his laughter again, as he nodded his head in understanding and went to get their orders ready.
"So how was cram school?" Usagi asked Ami when they were alone again.
"Cram school is tiring..." Ami sighed and leaned her chin against her palm.
They sat there for a while, joint by the other three girls, who insisted that they should move to their "own" booth.
Their chatter and laughter could be heard even from the back and Motoki smiled when he heard Usagi's loudness amongst their voices.
He came out with their orders and was about to hand Unazuki the food when he saw something outside. He looked more intently through the glass door and immediately frowned.
"What's wrong?" Unazuki asked after following her brother's gaze, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing," he said, still eyeing the two people who were standing outside of the arcade. "Nothing...here take these," he handed her the food and went to the door.
He watched from the inside as the blonde and the brunette continued their heated argument, and he dreaded the fact that they might step in and cause another scene. His eyes wondered around, looking for that specific head of ebony hair. But thankfully, he wasn't there. He sighed with relief when the other two also walked away and disappeared.
"Hey Motoki-kun," he heard Minako's voice calling, "come here for a sec," she said as she waved her hand at him.
"What can I do for you Minako-chan?" he asked her with a soft expression; these girls were like little sisters to him...well, maybe not all of them!
"Well for starters, you can tell me when you're going to take our dear Usa-chan out on a date?" she grinned up at him, ignoring the angry glares Usagi was sending her way. She also managed to ignore her tiny fist wiggling at her face the whole time she was speaking to him.
Motoki laughed, "And you just have to know this because?" he asked her before looking over Usagi with amused eyes.
Minako's expression turned serious all of a sudden as she scratched behind her ear and glanced back and forth between him and Usagi. "Well, she is in desperate need of shopping for some sexy cloths, and I just can't leave a friend at a time of need now could I?" she said and quickly dodged a handful of fries that were thrown at her with a loud yelp.
The whole table burst out laughing, everyone, except for Usagi who was busy making her way over the table to strangle Minako with her bare hands. "Oh my God MINAKO! I can't believe you just said that," she cried out in disbelief and humiliation.
Motoki's face literally hurt and he could feel tiny tears going down his cheeks with the intensity of his laughter. "You'll be the first one to know," he said and looked over Usagi once more; her face was like a little tomato and her eyes were wide with rage. "I think I like seeing her in whatever you have in mind Minako-chan," his grin got bigger upon seeing her flushed cheeks and the tell-tale embarrassment in her eyes as she tried to look away from him and her friends. A round of "awes" and "ohs" went through the table as Minako happily clapped her hands together and looked over Usagi with a knowing smirk. Even little Ami was giggling with a pink hue on her face.
The sun was almost gone when the girls decided to retire for the night, it was after all a school night and except for Makoto, everyone else had strict curfews, and even though Rei's grandfather was terrified of her temper, his rules in her outings were invincible.
"Are you leaving?" Motoki asked as he neared their booth once more, holding a tray in both hands.
Usagi looked at him after climbing out of the booth, in a rare graceful manner. "Yeah, it's almost 8:00 and I need to be home by dinner tonight," she smiled and watched her friends pass Motoki one by one, saying goodbye to their favorite arcade owner as they went.
He turned to her after his final farewell to them. "Are you coming in tomorrow?" he asked while putting the tray on the table beside them and stretching his arms above his head.
"I'm not sure," she said, deep in thought and concentration. "I'm pretty sure my mom wants me to do something for her tomorrow, I just don't remember what it is," she narrowed her eyes and held her pointy chin with one hand, glancing down to push her mind to remember.
Motoki laughed at her expression and watched her with a soft stare. "Well, I'm here till 4:00 anyways, I have a huge exam the day after so I need to do some studying," he told her and before she could nod her understanding, he suddenly took her hand and pulled her towards himself.
Usagi's body went stiff, so caught up in the sudden act that she stood frozen for a moment, before allowing him to decrease the physical gap between them.
"Come out with me this Saturday," he said, eyes searching hers, pleading. "There's this manga festival at Koto-ku, and I was thinking that you'd probably love it," he smiled at her, noticing the glow that lit up her eyes. "So what do you say? Would you like to spend some time with me?" he squeezed her tiny hand in his, noticing how small and fragile her fingers were; his own hand suddenly felt so big and rough against the soft flesh.
There was a pause where Usagi was able to look over Motoki's shoulder and out the glass door. She found Minako's eyes watching her over the blur of the windowed shield, and when their eyes met, the blonde smiled a happy smile and gave Usagi the thumbs up. Minako may never know it, but her approval always held a special place in Usagi's mind.
"Sure," came her slow response, before her eyes glanced at him again, a tiny smile plastered on the corners of her mouth. "I would love to Motoki-kun," her grin got bigger when she saw the sincere happiness in the depth of his green orbs.
"So I'll meet you here Saturday morning, say...around 10:00?" he immediately backed off seeing the horrified look on her face. "11:00?" he asked with suspicion... still no change, "11:30?" Usagi smiled again and nodded with excitement. Motoki chuckled, being totally aware that he shouldn't be expecting her anytime before 1:00 pm on Saturday; but he didn't care, he would wait for her countless hours...as long as he knew she was coming.
"So...I guess I'll see you on Saturday," Usagi managed to say, breaking the trance of staring at his handsome face and the tiny wrinkles around his eyes caused by laughter.
"See you Saturday, Usa," he whispered before bringing their clasped hands up and kissing the back of her hand ever so slowly.
Usagi felt a sudden heat rush into her veins, causing her hands to shake a little, her face flushing and her heart beating faster. The feel of his soft lips against her hand was nice, and maybe a little seductive...but it didn't burn her...this feeling...it could never burn her like his kisses did. Stop this, she commanded herself, stop thinking nonsense, she thought to herself.
She reclaimed her hand and back away from him after a moment of silence, where their eyes locked and the world around Motoki seemed to disappear.
"I...the girls are waiting for me...I have to go now...goodbye," she managed to say incoherently, perfectly aware of the fact that she looked like a stupid child, and caring less about how the scene was enfold in front of the others. She looked up at him once more, and then she was out of the door.
The sound of nearing footsteps made them falter in their tracks. They looked at each other for a mere second before shifting their bodies behind a nearby brick wall and holding their breaths. These people were sharp and highly attentive; any tiny sound could easily catch their attention.
They stood there for a while, side by side, bodies molded against the wall, arms spread wide around them to help with their balance.
They could hear the footsteps getting further away...but risking detection was not an option right now...so they stayed there until they could hear nothing but the light moan of the wind.
They came out of their hiding, eyes careful and pointed. They stalked the main gates with measured steps and precise glances. The building was dark and it looked vacant. But they knew better. The huge bar gate seemed impossible to climb.
But, getting in was always easy when you were Maeda Daiki, the ultimate high jumper in the neighborhood; getting out however...Daiki smirked when his feet touched the other side of the gates...thankfully he also had the brains to get out as easily as he always got in.
"OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE TO BUY THIS..." Minako yelled at the top of her lunges for the 12th time within the last half an hour.
It was Friday after school and knowing that Usagi's "big, hot date" was only a day away Minako had insisted that a shopping spree was in order. She had dragged Usagi to the mall, even though deep down she knew that her friend's opinion didn't really matter, and it would have been probably easier for her to just buy something and send to Usagi's house. But a girl could only dream.
Soon their intimate time with Minako's favorite stores had turned into a big event, joined by Makoto, Ami and Naru; and they all had come with baggage...full of opinions and suggestions...and they were getting on Minako's last nerve.
"Um, Minako-chan, it's so pretty...but don't you think it's just not quite appropriate for a festival?" Naru had questioned her, narrowing her big green eyes at the mini red dress with tiny beadings on the bottom.
Minako had done a double take on the dress, perfectly aware of the low cut and the shortness. "But it just looks so good on her, Usagi-chan, I think you have to get this," she whined.
Usagi looked at herself in the mirror...taking note of the small swells of her breasts in the low cut and the exposed flesh of her tights at the bottom. "Minako-chan, it's beautiful, but I guess Naru-chan is right...this dress is just not going to work out for a day out," she blinked rapidly at her friend in the mirror, trying to make a point.
Minako let out a loud "puuf" before shaking her head in disapproval and annoyance, "I knew I shouldn't have let you people tag along," she crossed her arms over her chest and went deep in thought.
None of them dared to protest, even though in one sentence, she had managed to, not only insult their intellect but also their sense of fashion.
"Ok...ok, let's not panic..." Minako mumbled to herself. The four teenagers looked at one another, trying to figure out which one of them was, in fact, panicking. "Ok...we can do this people...we just have to find the right dress...we just have to focus, don't worry Usagi-chan, we can do this," Minako murmured under her breath, eyes sharp and focused, looking around the small store with a predatory stare. Three sets of blue, dark green and emerald green stared at Usagi to see any trace of panic on her face; if anything, she just looked confused, and with Minako's weird behavior, she probably had a good reason for it.
"AHA," Minako's loud shriek made them all jump. Makoto let out an angry hiss and an incoherent curse. Usagi rolled her eyes heavenwards while Ami and Naru exchanged amused glances.
Minako sprang her way to the dress she had targeted and soon enough, she had shoved Usagi back into the fitting room with the pink floral dress. "Here, try this...try this..." she screamed with enthusiasm.
"God Minako-chan, I don't think I want to come shopping with you for your own dates," Makoto said with a slight pout and immediately fell silent when Minako's death glare pierced through her face.
"Can it Kino..." Minako fumed, and before she could retort with her own insult, the fitting room clicked open.
Four heads huddled in front of the door for better observation.
Minako's beautiful lips turned up into a naughty grin.
The sound of loud girlish laughter and chattering snapped him out of his reverie. He looked around in an annoyed gesture to find the source. And sure enough, there they were. A group of high school idiots talking out loud as if they owned the Goddamn street. His azure eyes narrowed at their approaching figures. From a distance, he could tell see all four of them. They all wore the same uniform, maybe the Juuban junior high school; his eyes fixed on the petite red-head among them, she looked so familiar; in fact, all of them looked familiar. The group laughed at something at the same time, and one of them, the blonde, turned around and grabbed someone's arm that was apparently walking a few steps behind them. His eyes immediately fixed on the new member.
Her hair was in the same style, those ridiculous odangos that had haunted his mind for far too long. She was in her school uniform and in her hands she held her school bag and a shopping bag. He couldn't see the writing on the bag, and he found himself wondering what she could have possibly bought. Was it a dress, a pair of shoes... and he imagined...picturing her in different outfits...sexy little lacy and black outfits.
He hadn't seen her for the past two or three weeks, and suddenly he felt a sharp tingling sensation in his chest when he watched her walk on the other side of the road.
She had told him to stay away from her, and he had...but who's to say Chiba Mamoru was a guy who played by the rules? When was the last time that he had obeyed anyone's orders?
He took one long final drag of his cigarette, nodded to his companion and started walking in their direction.
"I'm so excited," Minako radiated with joy, "you're gonna have so much fun, and how cute that he wants to take you to a manga festival?" she linked her arm with Usagi's and flipped her hair on the other side.
Usagi laughed at her antic and ran a hand through her bangs. The dress she had finally bought was so pretty, she couldn't wait to wear it again...and she just couldn't wait to see Motoki's reaction...she could almost imagine the smile that would probably play on his lips and the glint in his eyes...and a gentleman he was, he would probably compliment her, telling her how beautiful she looks...what more could she ask for? Yet still she wondered...what would he's reaction be? Would his eyes roam her body like it did the first time he started speaking to her? She mentally cursed herself, stop...just stop.
"Manga festival ne? That sounds...interesting," came a mocking voice from behind them and Usagi instantly froze in her tracks. The rest of the girls looked at her confused before they all looked over their shoulders; their eyes widened and jaws dropped.
She was standing right behind them, in her school uniform, minus the dark blue blazer; the unisex red tie everyone wore in their school was a little bit loose around her collar. A knowing smirk was plastered on her face and her eyes were fixed on Usagi.
They all stood there bewildered, all questions of why she would start talking to them suddenly fled from their minds as soon as Usagi took one step back.
Makoto was the first one to notice her friend's hesitation. She looked over at the petite blonde beside her, trying to read her blank expression.
"Hey kitty, fancy seeing you here," she said, her eyes never leaving Usagi's face; her expression was unreadable, though the little smirk on the side of her lips spoke volumes, and Usagi was so thankful that her friends were oblivious to her secrets.
She just stared at her...dreading the minute that she would open her mouth and unveil her secrets... Secrets she dreaded being revealed.
"What do you want?" Usagi came out of her haze when she heard Makoto's angry growl directed at the tall girl and she gasped at the bravery her voice held.
Hisa did a side glance at the "giant" standing at Usagi's left before turning her attention fully to Makoto. "Oh, someone's cranky today," her grin got wider when she felt Makoto's flinch. Oh, how she loved toying with these little teenagers. They couldn't be any older than 15 or 16. And they all looked so cute standing there, confused and maybe a little scared.
"Well I was having a great day, up until this second," Makoto retorted back without hesitation. The girl in front of her might have been older, and taller, but Makoto was one tough teenager. There was a reason for her constant expels from different schools, and she wasn't called a sukeban in her previous school for just the heck of it.
Hisa did a once over on Makoto, noticing her muscular physic and determined eyes. "Are you trying to challenge me pet?" she said in an obvious mocking tone, raising her eyebrows in pretend surprise and pushing her thin lips out.
"Mako-chan," Ami whispered under her breath. She didn't want to ruin their happy Friday, and she could tell that the tall brunette was just a bully who was looking for trouble.
Makoto kept her eyes on Hisa, not paying any attention to the uncomfortable shifts her friends were making.
"Are you trying to provoke me?" Makoto asked, taking one step towards the girl.
One thick eyebrow went up in curiosity; she had just gone up to them to tease them a little, especially the petite one with the odd hairstyle, but now she was genuinely curious to see how things would turn out.
"Mako-chan, let's go," Usagi's voice had an odd tone; it certainly sounded like a pleading, but at the same time, it held a hint of finality as well.
Hisa glanced back at the shorter girl, her lips lifting in a grin once more. "What's the rush kitty? Why won't you ever let me play with you a little?" she chuckled at her own joke.
Usagi narrowed her eyes at her, trying to figure out why she always seemed so amused at teasing her. It's not like she knew anything about Mamoru and her...right?
"Go find someone else to play with, and stop harassing us," Minako declared, taking one step in front of Usagi. She eyed the girl in front of them, noticing how her stance was turning from that of confidence to one of irritation.
Hisa folded her arms against her chest. Teaching these little ones a lesson or two wasn't a hard task to acquire...
"Hisa..."
The sound of his deep voice went beyond anything else in Usagi's ears. Suddenly, all her previous efforts in not seeing him seemed so...useless, when her heart pounds like this...
He was standing at the end of the alley; one hand in his blue blazer's pocket and the other held his bag in a lazy gesture over his shoulder. He looked at them with a dull expression, and his eyes didn't linger on Usagi at all.
Hisa turned around and snorted, recognizing the meaning behind that call.
"Oh well," she said once she looked back at them, "let's do this again sometime," she chuckled, eyes set on Usagi. "And kitty," she said in a low voice, "have fun tomorrow." Her smile never reached her eyes as she started walking towards Mamoru slowly.
Usagi hadn't even heard her properly; too busy watching the guy who had been haunting her dreams to notice the odd stares her friends were giving her.
He hadn't even looked at her once.
"Usa-chan?"
She snapped out of her dazed state and looked over at Ami. "Are you okay?" her blue haired friend asked, the worry in her eyes clenched Usagi's insides.
"Yeah...yeah I'm fine Ami-chan," she smiled, "let's get out of here."
She didn't look back at the street Mamoru had disappeared to.
And as she walked, side by side Minako and Naru, she couldn't stop thinking about her date tomorrow. And now, she just couldn't wait to show off her dress to Motoki.
She could deal with her friends' worries and questions later.
"Uh...oh...oh yes, yes, this feels so good..."
She was straddling him on the couch, upper body stretched in submission, legs open for his pleasure, and he moved his hands inside her soft thighs, grabbed her hips to pull her down.
Her shoulder length hair was flying around her seductively, cascading around her heart shaped face and clinging to her forehead as she arched her back against his solid chest.
"Oh, right there Mamoru, right there..." she pleaded with him, hands busy fondling with his thick black hair.
There was no doubt that Mamoru was enjoying himself. And honestly, who wouldn't when one of the hottest girls at school was wiggling and panting on their lap, begging to be groped and teased?
He latched his mouth to an erect nipple, suckling like a newborn baby. Her pleasure filled cries were the only sounds echoed in the small apartment.
His hands went up to rest on her waist...and for some odd reason, he wished they were curvier...and the hollows in her lower back a little deeper...and it would probably help a lot to feel some goose-bumps on the soft skin of her spine as well...and silver blonde hair lightly brush against his knuckles...
His eyes snapped open when he caught himself thinking like this...what was wrong with him?
He looked up and focused on the stretched neck in front of him; he pulled her down a little and brushed his lips against her collarbone, while his hands got busy stripping her from her remaining clothing...
He leaned down on her on the couch, settling between her inviting arms, she smiled up at him and he buried his face in her neck...oh how he wished she smelled like strawberries and the summer afternoon breeze.
The place was packed. It was literally one of the busiest festivals Motoki had ever been to. Who knew there were this many manga fans around town?
He was pleasantly enjoying his time being pulled around different booths and sections by Usagi, who had turned into an 11-year-old child as soon as they had arrived. She was simply ecstatic.
And Motoki had gladly allowed her to pull his arm every 5 seconds in different directions, taking pleasure in having her small hand wrapped around his forearm, strands of gold hair flying around like harvesting dozens of sunflowers at once.
He watched her with a smile as she tried to go on her tiptoes and peeked her head above the countless people who were gathered around a Panku Ponk booth. She grabbed his shoulder for better leverage as she leaned forward.
His eyes glanced at the side of her face before going further down...taking note of the small gold pendant resting on the soft skin of her chest, the sweetheart collar of her dress, which had blown his mind the minute he saw her walking into the arcade. He literally had to smack himself from the slideshow of all the dirty images his mind played when she had walked up to him and smiled almost sheepishly, clearly waiting for his reaction.
The light pink color of the dress was extremely alluring. The soft fabric was like a touch of feather against his palm; when he had guided her out of the arcade, hand on the small of her back.
He looked at her face again and sensed the hand that was clutching his right forearm falter in its hold and he immediately brought up his arms and encircled her waist, bringing her petite form off the ground and settling her body against his own. He heard the hitch in her breath before her eyes flew to his face...cheeks flushed and crimson.
"You'll be able to see better," he told her, as he took her higher, eyes piercing through hers.
She could feel the structure of his body against herself, he was so close and yet, she didn't mind being that close to him. The tingling feeling she had felt within herself at the arcade was growing more and more, and she didn't want it to stop. She draped her left arm over his shoulder and clutched the front of his shirt with her right, smiling at him in the eye level position she was now in, "Arigato," she said and blushed before turning her attention back to the booth.
And he still watched her. Treasuring the feel of her small round breast being lightly pushed against his side...she smelled like a cool summer breeze, blew over a field of strawberries, and he found himself leaning in, nuzzling her neck with his nose and upper lip.
He felt her body go tense in his arms, felt her heartbeat pick up speed under his touch... and he smiled against her skin, knowing too well what those signs meant.
His light nuzzling stopped as soon as she held her breath, not daring to look into his eyes just yet. She was just about to detach herself from him when she felt his hot breath against her skin again, and then his butterfly kiss right under her ear sent shocks of electricity down her spine.
She kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of being in his arms, not knowing why her heart would shout at her that this wasn't quite right...
"Are you hungry?" his simple question pulled her out of her struggling mind and at last she gathered her courage to look at him again.
Food was always the best distraction.
He was perched on the bench near the fountain in the park, one leg bent at the knee and settled on the surface while the other one was lazily stretched towards the floor. He was looking up at the star filled sky, and every now and then, he would bring down his right hand from the back of the bench to take a shallow drag of his cigarette.
He heard her light giggling way before he saw her.
His ears pricked after the first sound, as he lifted his head up and listened closely.
He could recognize the chiming sound of her laughter anywhere.
He sat up on the bench, dark blue eyes looking around, until they settled on her; and they immediately sharpened.
She was clad in a light pink floral dress, soft and flowing, her hair in the same style, twirling around her like petals of silk and gold.
And his arm was wrapped around her.
Mamoru watched them as they walked on the other side of the park, so lost in their own world, so oblivious to their surroundings to notice his closeness...and it made him mad.
Chiba Mamoru never liked to be ignored.
And he never played by the rules.
"I had so much fun today, arigato," Usagi looked up from under her lashes, giving him a tiny smile, biting her bottom lip.
"I'm glad to hear that," he said, brushing strands of blonde hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on the side of her cheek. "I really liked hanging out with you," he smiled down at her, finding the light blush on her face so damn adorable.
"Well I guess...this is goodnight," she said and licked her lips unconsciously, "Motoki-kun?" she asked after a moment of silence and he had to order himself to drag his eyes away from her lips.
"Yeah, I guess it is...goodnight Usa, sweet dreams," he said and watched her smile through a blur of desire.
And before she could turn around and walk up to her house, he wounded his hand around her neck in hurry, too lost in his haze and worry that if he didn't kiss her now, he just might go insane.
"Usa," he said before bringing her up against his torso and touching his forehead against hers, "I really want to kiss you right now," he confessed, staring right into her big blue eyes that held such kindness and passion.
And she smiled, letting him know that she wouldn't mind his kiss at all.
The gap between their waiting lips seemed so small...
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
Motoki sensed Usagi go motionless in his arms as her eyes widened in fear.
His heartbeat escalated, as he too recognized that voice.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and its fabulous characters in any way. I wish I did. But I don't. All the delightful rights of this wonderful manga/anime and its characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.