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Usagi stumbled into the arcade, fanning herself with her hand. Her sweaty form sat down at a stool.

"It's so hot outside!" she groaned, panting. She heard someone sit down a stool down from her and looked over. She blinked. "Mamoru?"

"Yes, Odango?" he asked. She gawked at the man sitting at the counter, a chocolate ice-cream cone in hand.

"Are you eating ice-cream?"

"Obviously." he licked the cold, scrumptious treat. Usagi's mouth watered.

"Where'd you get it?" she asked.

"Motoki brought me the rest of the chocolate he had because he didn't like the caramel swirl or something." He continued eating.

"…is there anymore?" she asked hopefully, staring at the cone. It looked so delicious… She had a feeling that her usual chocolate milkshake wouldn't and couldn't compare to the caramel-ly goodness in his hand. She licked her lips subconsciously as he licked the dessert.

"Unfortunately no." he paused as he saw her tongue slowly trace her lips. He held in a groan and smirked instead when her eyes widened and disappointment spread over her face.

"What?" she cried. Her brows furrowed together. Somehow she had to get at least some of that ice-cream! Just to taste it…. It was certainly childish, but it looked so. Damn. Good. "Hey, Mamoru…" she said slyly, scooting to the stool in between them. He looked at her strangely. "Y'know, I have annoyed you for so long… almost a year now, right?" she asked, tracing her finger over his hand on the counter.

"…Yes." he answered slowly. Her eyes flickered from their hands to the ice-cream cone to his face. The ice-cream was beginning to melt onto the cone.

"And I think it's about time that I stopped annoying you, don't you think so?"

He wasn't sure how to answer. If she stopped annoying him, that would mean that they wouldn't have their daily quarrels. Over the past year, he had come to enjoy teasing her… making her cheeks turn red… her eyes darken with anger. It was quite amusing. If they didn't quarrel, would they just ignore each other? He couldn't bare that!

"I suppose." he shrugged, making sure that he wouldn't show his worry at all when he looked at her.

"Well… if you give me a lick of that ice-cream…" she smiled up at him.

"No, Usagi."

"Aw, but-! You don't eat ice-cream, though!" she cried.

"Sure I do!"

"Since when? Ice-cream is too sweet for you." she folded her arms and glared at him. He shook his head and switched the cone from the hand closest to the girl to the other, not noticing her eyes fall to his chocolate-covered fingers.

"You're not getting any of this ice-cream, Odango." He said with a final tone.

"Oh yeah?" she grabbed his index finger and sucked the ice-cream off slowly. His eyes widened as he looked down at the girl, sheer determination on her face. Her eyes watched him as her mouth released his finger. His mind spun- just what else could that sweet mouth do? He mentally slapped himself. Mamoru! Do NOT think about that! Her hands still held his as she licked the remaining ice-cream from her lips. His hand dropped the ice-cream cone and flew to her face, cupping her cheek as he pulled her up to his lips. He kissed her lips hungrily, slightly tasting the chocolate ice-cream. He barely felt her stiffen as he relished in the feeling of her lips on his, her nose barely touching his cheek. Her fingers squeezed his hand as she began to kiss him back. His right hand left her own to wrap around her waist, his sticky fingers gathering fuzz from her cotton shirt. He pulled her small body up against his. She stood as he pulled her, standing between his legs while his lips moved over hers. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin when his tongue demanded entrance. It should bother her that they were moving so fast and kissing in public, but she couldn't bring herself to even think or care about what was happening at all. She could feel the hard muscle of his chest and arms that seemed to catch her every morning. Both of his arms now were wrapped around her waist tightly, his hands bunching up the fabric at her sides. A hand of hers twisted into the hair at his neck before pushing slightly at his shoulder. Their faces broke apart and Mamoru's eyes opened. "M-Motoki might c-catch us." she whispered, opening her eyes to look up into his dark ones. He nodded, looking back to the kitchen door. Thank God it was later in the afternoon and almost no one was in the arcade anymore. He then looked to the floor and smiled down at the ice-cream. She followed his gaze.

"Guess we both can't have any now." He looked back up at her face and laughed at the thumb print of chocolate on her cheek. He licked his finger and cleaned it off of her face.

"No, it's alright. I'm suddenly not in the mood for ice-cream." Mamoru smiled and bent down to pick up the cone. "I'll get the mop." she said before turning around to go toward the back room, making sure to sneak a glance at his ass before walking completely by.

Hot.

Literally.

The kiss was sudden and out of nowhere, but I like the spontaneity of it.

What about you guys? :P