Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon in any way, shape, or form. The show and the characters are the property of Naoko Takeuchi.
Chapter 6
Andrew walked through the kitchen door. It was seven o'clock in the morning and he had an hour to set up the diner for breakfast. Of course, after yesterday's events, the last thing on his mind was breakfast. Where the hell was Mina? He set out his materials and opened the freezer. After grabbing a carton of eggs, he shut the door and jumped back in fright, nearly dropping the eggs.
"Damn it Mina! I told you to quit doing that!"
She laughed. She had seen her chance and taken it. Whenever Andrew was looking through the fridge and not paying attention she would sneak up to the side and make a gruesome face, so that when he closed the fridge he would instantly see her. He was frightened each time.
She took off her coat and hung it in the closet. "I don't know why you get so scared. I do it almost every day."
"Yeah, well it gets uglier every day," he grumbled.
She laughed.
A silent minute passed. They both knew the other had something to say.
With her back turned towards him, she reached into the closet and took out her clean apron. She put it around her waist and began to tie it from the back when she felt hands other than her own, doing it for her.
Her heart beat faster. She turned around once Andrew was finished and he immediately descended on her with a kiss. She responded instantly without thinking. Her hands pulled him close, and she sighed. He felt good to be with. His arms enclosed her, and she felt his body's warmth all around her. The kiss deepened. His mouth slashed at hers opening it up with promises for more. They couldn't get enough. His lips captured her every moan while she gripped his thick hair in her hands.
He pulled away to catch his breath and saw her looking up at him. Grinning, he asked "Did you miss me?"
She smiled and stroked a finger along his cheek. "Of course, not."
He leaned in to take her again but was interrupted. The phone began ringing. He was tempted to let it ring to continue holding her but she frowned at him. Releasing her warm body, he cursed his way over to the phone, and answered it.
"Crown's Diner, how can we help you?"
Mina looked at his expression and knew immediately who was on the other line.
Andrew turned his back so Mina wouldn't see the scowl he was trying to hide. "I'm good. Yeah, the diner's well. Yeah, Mina isn't working too hard. Yeah. Yeah. Ok, one sec."
He looked at her, and held out the phone. She silently took it and placed it on her ear, as she turned her back.
"Hello? You're where? I can't believe it! For how long? That sounds like fun." She bit her lip. "I miss you too. I'll see you soon then." She paused. "I love you too. Bye."
She placed the phone back on the hook and turned around to stare at Andrew's back. He was silently washing his hands. She knew he was angry. His muscles were tense and his back was straight.
"Andrew we—"
"Is he coming?" he interrupted without turning around.
"Yes but—"
"Ok." He stated.
She clenched her fists and walked up to him. "Look at me, Andrew."
He turned around glaring at her. "What?"
She swallowed. "I need to know if what we did yesterday and five minutes ago means anything to you."
His glare grew harder, "Do you think I do that with any girl I see?"
The image of him possibly doing it hurt her. "Never mind that then. What does Molly mean to you?"
He raised his blond eyebrows in complete surprise. He had nearly forgotten about Molly and her welcome bed.
"She's a friend."
Mina placed her hands on the counter and turned away from him. His flip reply revealed it was more. It would be wise not to strangle him at this very moment. "I know there's something else." She paused and turned around at him. "You sleep with her, don't you?"
He gritted his teeth and looked away from her. He knew many people questioned his relationship with the short brunette. Some foolishly thought they were engaged while it was obvious to others that their relationship was based on sex. It was true they were friends. But then there were many moments when they turned to one another to fulfill their needs. He never examined their relationship, or questioned it. Up until yesterday, he was completely comfortable with it.
He stared hard at the wall. "I've been known to sleep with people I care for."
She closed her eyes. "Is that how you care about me?"
His temper flared but he quickly yanked it back. "My relationship with Molly is none of your business."
Her head snapped up at his angry tone.
"You didn't answer my question. But it doesn't matter. I think I know the answer." She began to storm off but was stopped by a strong grip on her arm.
His blue eyes gripped hers. "Are you seriously thinking I would destroy our friendship just to fuck you?"
Her breathing grew harsh and her muscles tensed. In her anger, she could only picture Molly and him together.
"What do you want from me?"
His grip tightened for the briefest second. He loosened and dropped his arm. He turned his back to her and walked over to the stove.
"I don't want anything."
Silence.
He heard her reply as the kitchen door swung shut.