Disclaimer: I still really don't own Sailor Moon.
Story 59: Parfait d'Amour: Part Nove
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The first time he entrusted his life to her
Excitement defined, Usagi's irises formed multiple sets of bright stars, her trembling digits running over the bumpy leather. Aura practically squealing she turned towards the boyish man who sat next to her, grinning.
"Alright," Mamoru began, uneasily his stomach fluttered, palms perspiring. "Slowly, take it out of park and shift it into drive before gently pressing your foot down on the gas petal." He instructed through a set of gritted teeth, unconsciously his hands formed fists on his lap as Usagi slammed her foot on the gas petal.
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An: Could you imagine? Lol poor Mamoru.
