8. Kiss
Sailor Raspberry
341 Words
He saw her. And that was all the encouragement he needed.
He strode confidently over to her lounging form, sliding across from her in the booth and resting his forearms against the cool tabletop.
She looked at him, surprise etched across her face, and he couldn't help the goofy grin that spread on his lips.
"What are you do-"
But she didn't get the chance to answer, because he had already leant forward, gripping her shoulders so she couldn't back away as he planted his lips flesh against hers.
Everything began to soar at the feel of her beautiful, pink lips slowly relaxing against his, and those mesmerizing blue eyes fluttering closed as he coaxed her into a world that neither of the two had ever experienced...
She mumbled something against him, but it was impossible to distinguish. So, he simply disregarded it.
She mumbled it again. Still, he paid it no mind.
"Mamoru-baka! What are you doing?"
Mamoru jerked upwards, fists rising to rub against his droopy eyelids. "No need to yell, Odango," he burbled, stifling a yawn as his eyes fell upon a crinkled textbook page.
Usagi scoffed, collapsing into the stool beside him. "Motoki said you've been asleep for the past half hour. So, I decided to wake you up!" She smiled proudly, swinging her legs back and forth, heels banging against the stool's edge.
He stared at her, watching as her eyes glimmered mischievously.
He considered grabbing her oh so tiny waist and hauling her up against him and kissing her senseless, but he settled to gathering his things together.
Turning to face Usagi, he nodded his head down at her, "Thanks for waking me."
"Huh?" The confusion was obvious on her face as she watched him saunter out of the arcade. "Wha... That's it? You're not going to say anything... Mean?"
Mamoru smirked as he heard her scamper after him, her cute blonde pigtails flapping behind her.
Maybe if she was lucky he would kiss her...
...And maybe if he was blessed, she would let him.