It wasn’t cheating, she told herself over and over, her hands sliding into his hair, her lips finding his again and again, sharing breath and caresses and warmth in the cool air of the marina, the chilling breeze causing nearly as many goosebumps as his fingers as they traveled up her back; her mind kept tugging at her heart, demanding explanation, demanding reason, demanding that loyalties to a life long lost put an end to this affair, even as her love flew stronger and larger than life in the gale storm they made when they were together. Whenever he was near, that guilt-laden kitestring was nothing but a passing annoyance dwarfed by the excitement of being with him - the pleasure of his presence, the allure of their easy banter, the thrill of his touch, the impossible temptation of his kiss… everything else simply ceased to be when she was with him. There was no war, no Dark Kingdom, no past life, no present danger - there was just him and her and them, plain and simple and only too easy to get lost in.

He pulled farther away than a taking a breath warranted and her eyes fluttered open, her arms moving to pull him back, nearly falling off of the railing in the heady dizziness that being with him caused her. He steadied her easily, his hands finding her waist, his head shaking, an intoxicating smile pulling at his lips as he marveled at her carelessness; she took advantage, linking her fingers behind his neck and leaning in closer, “Please don’t go,” she said, the space between them already giving enough room for the unpleasantries to push their way back in.

“We’ve got school in the morning,” he stepped in to rest his forehead against hers, “It’s late enough as it is, Bunhead,” he replied, his rough voice sending a shiver down her spine, “And you can’t convince me you’ll get up on time this time - I know better.”

She laughed at his response and he lifted her down, his hand easily finding hers as they followed the path towards the city streets. She intertwined her fingers with his and wished they didn’t have to part - not now, not ever - but as they reached her house, they did. She avoided her mother’s mischievous smile, her father’s questioning gaze, her brother’s loud tease, and as she closed her door behind her, she avoided Luna’s wide eyes, but she felt their weight anyway as she gathered her things for her bath. “Usagi-chan…” Luna said, her voice trailing off without finishing her thought as Usagi paused by her door.

“I…” she swallowed, the easy giddiness she had felt with him all but gone, her chest heavy, the words sticking to her throat. “I’m selfish,” she said quietly, “I can’t help - “ she choked on the lie, “I…” Her hand gripped the door handle and twisted, “I’m sorry I’m disappointing you,” she said, then quickly exited, closing the door behind her. She couldn’t bear to see Luna look at her like that.

You stood with you mouth open staring at your boyfriend. He was wearing a tight white tshirt and jeans with yellow sneakers. He looked damn good too, if you did say so your self. But that was beside the point. His shirt was HUGGING his chest, a chest you loved to lay your head on at night as you fell alseep and wake up on the next morning. The things running through your mind at this moment where not safe to share with anyone not even said boyfriend, no those thoughts where for you alone. Your boyfriend looks to you just as you pick your jaw up off the floor.


Is there something wrong with my shirt?
No no nothing's wrong at all.


Oh there was something wrong alright.. his was wearing the damn shirt and you couldn't see that gorgeous chest of his. Ok ok breath you need to focus your thoughts away from your boyfriend or neither of you were going to make it out of the apartment. Not that you truly cared.