Hey, guys! I return with another kiss!

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"Mamo-baka, I bet you I can beat you at that game."

"Oh do you now? Well, what if I told you I always win that game?"

"It wouldn't make a difference. I will win."

"What makes you so confident?"

"I was a champion at it for years."

"Was?"

"…Ami beat me at it…"

"Hah, so you're not the champion anymore?"

"No, I'm not, but I can beat you at anything!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Yes!"

"Fine, then it's a deal. MOTOKI."

The blond turned to find the two on their usual barstools, both staring at each other in the eye with malice. Mamoru had his arms folded while Usagi had a hand on her hip. He rolled his eyes.

"What?" he asked, walking over.

"Get the Connect 4 game out."

Annoyed with their antics, the man got the board out from the lowest shelf in the bar. When were they just gonna give in to the tension and date already? "Here." He threw the box onto the counter with a thud and went to go "check up" on his customers, but made sure to be in earshot. One, he wanted to know who won, and two, if they got into a pretty roudy argument (or even a steamy love scene) he'd be able to hear and kick them out!

The sliding sound of plastic against plastic filled the air around the couple, soon replaced by a soft click. The same sounds filled the air over and over again until a sharp intake of breath interrupted the continuous noise.

"Getting nervous?" he asked, watching her chew her bottom lip nervously.

"No! Never!" she said, putting a checker in one of the slots. She watched him contemplate her move. Then he chuckled. Usagi's eyes widened. "What? What?" she cried. He put a black checker into the standing board and waited for her to realize that he won. Her eyes widened. This is impossible! she thought, double checking the aligned colors. "Aw, what? How did- but- but I- OOH!" she stood up, running her hands through her hair in frustration. He laughed, watching her cheeks turn red and her eyes grow angry.

"Told you I'd win!"

"Go on, rub it in. But just realize that I can win at EVERYTHING ELSE."

"Everything, eh?"

"Yes, everything." she said smugly, sitting back down on her stool.

"Like what?"

"Uh… at… at-at BEING FEMALE!"

"Does that mean you win at being male, too, Odango?" he asked, humor lacing his voice.

"Yes. I mean no! No!" He suppressed a giggle.

"See? You don't win at everything."

"But that doesn't mean that you win at everything, either!"

"True. But I win at a lot of things."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Y'know the students my school have this little 'contest'."

"Oh?" her brow arched up. He smiled. Interest sparked!

"Yes. It's a contest for the most attractive students there."

"Pssh!" she scoffed at him. "Of course there is! You'd make that crap up."

"I didn't, actually, a group of girls did. I also didn't make up the fact that I win it every time." he winked. She scowled, shivering involuntarily at his flirty, midnight eyes. She passed it off with a shake of her head.

"You're so pigheaded."

"It's true!"

"I don't see how you could win at being… attractive." she prolonged the word with an appalled tone, looking him over and folding her arms.

"No?"

"No! You're arrogant and rude and you pick on me!"

"Personality wise… what about physically?"

"You- I… You're not my type. AT ALL. You'll never be attractive in my eyes, Chiba."

"You betting on that one, too, Tsukino?"

"What if I am?"

"I'd probably win again, Odango."

"Nuh-uh! I'm betting that even if you… kissed me right now to try to make me like you in that way, I'd be disgusted."

"Okay, then, it's a bet." his arms reached for her, his hands grabbing either side of her face to bring her lips to his. Her eyes went wide. She didn't expect him to actually do it! But she didn't find their predicament uncomfortable… no… not at all… Her eyes slowly closed, her lips tingling against his-

"A-hem." a throat was cleared, a shoe tapping. Usagi gasped and flew back away from Mamoru. They both turned their bewildered faces toward Motoki whose arms were folded. He was obviously trying not to smile… too much. "Hey, guys…" he said, watching them exchange looks. "Why don't you guys continue that in the backroo-" he started to ask.

"No, we're good, Motoki…" Mamoru said immediately, watching Usagi out of the corner of his eye. She nodded quickly, her face bright red. Motoki practically was brimming with happiness.

"Alright then." he turned away, walking away from them and into the kitchen. Once the door shut, he burst out laughing. The two turned toward each other, slightly confused about the kiss they just had.

"Umm."

"Are you disgusted?" he asked after a minute. Her brows furrowed in confusion before she began blushing even harder, her face as red as a tomato. Mamoru smirked and watched her begin stuttering and babbling. He placed a lingering kiss on her lips mid-sentence. When he pulled away, Usagi's eyes slowly opened again, their depths hazy. "I take that as a no."

"N-no…" she repeated, still looking at him like a love-struck fool. Then she sobered. "Augh, damnit!" he began laughing as she slapped her palm to her face to hide her embarrassment. "Are you disgusted?" she questioned, curious about what he felt. Mamoru paused.

"No…" They stood there in an awkward silence for a few moments.

"Well…" Usagi coughed. "I have homework…" she said before running out the door faster than he could blink.

I wanted to write something humorous, so I did! I hope you all enjoyed it!

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