FIC: Predictability 2/3 Het
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Predictability
Slrmn82
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Rating: HE
Couple: Usagi/Mamoru
Series: No
Multi-Part: Yes
One Hour Challenge #: 56 “So you think I‘m predictable? You think I can‘t surprise you in any way? Would you like to bet on that?” (In part 3) And # 51: One of your couple are hit with a dart coated with truth-serum and tells the absolute truth for the next 48 hours (In part 1)
Summary: When Usagi is infected with a truth serum will she be able to keep her secrets from Mamoru?
Thanks for all the lovely feedback. I love you all to pieces.
“Is this some kind of joke your friends put you up to, Odango?” Mamoru asked in confusion as he watched Usagi become visible more upset. She covered her mouth quickly with her hands in an attempt to keep herself from speaking, which only served to worry Mamoru more. Usagi sure wasn’t acting like herself. She mumbled incoherently through her hands. “What did you say?”
“I said it’s not some joke!” Usagi screamed in exasperation. “Look Mamoru, I can’t talk right now, okay. So just leave me alone.”
As Usagi tried to run away from him, she found herself held immobile in Mamoru’s arms. Her heart was beating twice as fast as usual, and she had to clear her suddenly parched throat twice before she managed to speak at all. Although her voice when she did speak was not it’s usual disdainful snarl, instead a breathless exclamation.
“What do you think you’re doing, baka?” Usagi asked faintly, squirming uncomfortably in his sudden embrace. The more she tried to squirm away the tighter he held her, until she eventually stopped moving in hopes he would release her.
“Come now, Meatball Head. You can’t just tell me you’re attracted to me and then try to run away.” Mamoru answered sounding amused.
“Um… Why not?” Usagi asked, for once at a loss for words. “I’m really sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Mamoru asked softly, looking down at the distressed girl he still held in his arms. She was steadfastly staring at the ground two feet away, refusing to look at him.
“Yeah, I mean, er… I don’t know what I’m saying.” Usagi said thinking fast, trying to explain using the truth without giving away too much information. “I think I’ve caught a virus. I don’t feel to well. Heck, I don’t even know what’s going to come out of my mouth next.” [Isn’t that the truth.] “I’m really not myself right now.”
Mamoru continued to stare at the blonde for a few tense moments, only then noticing her pale complexion. Instantly he became worried about the petite imp.
“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” Mamoru said leading Usagi away with a light hand on her back. “You really aren’t looking well.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine on my own.” Usagi protested cautiously, although for once, forced to be honest with herself, she didn’t mind the raven-haired man’s company.
“Let’s just make sure shall we?” Mamoru murmured close enough to Usagi’s ear to make her shiver in reaction.
“Um… sure. If you want.” She agreed hesitantly.
They walked the rest of the short distance to her house in silence. Mamoru kept his arm securely around her waist; presumably to make sure she didn’t stumble, although she wasn’t complaining about the uncharacteristic gesture. The silence that stretched between them was surprisingly comfortable considering that usually the only thing they do is yell at each other.
Conversely, although they often came into close contact with each other daily when they inevitable bumped into each other, this time the close proximity had a noticeable effect on both of them. They were each however concentrating on ignoring their own reactions, that they didn’t notice how close they were walking, nor the fact that Usagi’s arm had come up to wrap possessively around Mamoru, in much the same manner as he did. Pedestrians stared at the couple walking seemingly in their own blissful world. They were brought out of their prospective daydreams when they came up to Usagi’s house. Noticing for the first time the near-embrace they had been in for the last few minutes they hurriedly stepped away from each other.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Odango.” Mamoru said softly, brushing a hair out of her eye before her turned away. Usagi stared at his retreating back before she realized that tomorrow was Saturday.
“Tomorrow?” She asked in question, taking a few steps in the direction he was departing.
“I’ll see you at the Crown Arcade around two o’clock.” He answered looking back at her from his place near her front gate. “We still have a conversation to finish.”
Before she could answer he had already began walking away this time at a steadier pace. He quickly became a dot on the horizon, and only once he disappeared completely from view did Usagi enter her house, closing the door softly behind her.
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Predictability
Slrmn82
E-Mail:
Rating: HE
Couple: Usagi/Mamoru
Series: No
Multi-Part: Yes
One Hour Challenge #: 56 “So you think I‘m predictable? You think I can‘t surprise you in any way? Would you like to bet on that?” (In part 3) And # 51: One of your couple are hit with a dart coated with truth-serum and tells the absolute truth for the next 48 hours (In part 1)
Summary: When Usagi is infected with a truth serum will she be able to keep her secrets from Mamoru?
Thanks for all the lovely feedback. I love you all to pieces.
“Is this some kind of joke your friends put you up to, Odango?” Mamoru asked in confusion as he watched Usagi become visible more upset. She covered her mouth quickly with her hands in an attempt to keep herself from speaking, which only served to worry Mamoru more. Usagi sure wasn’t acting like herself. She mumbled incoherently through her hands. “What did you say?”
“I said it’s not some joke!” Usagi screamed in exasperation. “Look Mamoru, I can’t talk right now, okay. So just leave me alone.”
As Usagi tried to run away from him, she found herself held immobile in Mamoru’s arms. Her heart was beating twice as fast as usual, and she had to clear her suddenly parched throat twice before she managed to speak at all. Although her voice when she did speak was not it’s usual disdainful snarl, instead a breathless exclamation.
“What do you think you’re doing, baka?” Usagi asked faintly, squirming uncomfortably in his sudden embrace. The more she tried to squirm away the tighter he held her, until she eventually stopped moving in hopes he would release her.
“Come now, Meatball Head. You can’t just tell me you’re attracted to me and then try to run away.” Mamoru answered sounding amused.
“Um… Why not?” Usagi asked, for once at a loss for words. “I’m really sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Mamoru asked softly, looking down at the distressed girl he still held in his arms. She was steadfastly staring at the ground two feet away, refusing to look at him.
“Yeah, I mean, er… I don’t know what I’m saying.” Usagi said thinking fast, trying to explain using the truth without giving away too much information. “I think I’ve caught a virus. I don’t feel to well. Heck, I don’t even know what’s going to come out of my mouth next.” [Isn’t that the truth.] “I’m really not myself right now.”
Mamoru continued to stare at the blonde for a few tense moments, only then noticing her pale complexion. Instantly he became worried about the petite imp.
“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” Mamoru said leading Usagi away with a light hand on her back. “You really aren’t looking well.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine on my own.” Usagi protested cautiously, although for once, forced to be honest with herself, she didn’t mind the raven-haired man’s company.
“Let’s just make sure shall we?” Mamoru murmured close enough to Usagi’s ear to make her shiver in reaction.
“Um… sure. If you want.” She agreed hesitantly.
They walked the rest of the short distance to her house in silence. Mamoru kept his arm securely around her waist; presumably to make sure she didn’t stumble, although she wasn’t complaining about the uncharacteristic gesture. The silence that stretched between them was surprisingly comfortable considering that usually the only thing they do is yell at each other.
Conversely, although they often came into close contact with each other daily when they inevitable bumped into each other, this time the close proximity had a noticeable effect on both of them. They were each however concentrating on ignoring their own reactions, that they didn’t notice how close they were walking, nor the fact that Usagi’s arm had come up to wrap possessively around Mamoru, in much the same manner as he did. Pedestrians stared at the couple walking seemingly in their own blissful world. They were brought out of their prospective daydreams when they came up to Usagi’s house. Noticing for the first time the near-embrace they had been in for the last few minutes they hurriedly stepped away from each other.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Odango.” Mamoru said softly, brushing a hair out of her eye before her turned away. Usagi stared at his retreating back before she realized that tomorrow was Saturday.
“Tomorrow?” She asked in question, taking a few steps in the direction he was departing.
“I’ll see you at the Crown Arcade around two o’clock.” He answered looking back at her from his place near her front gate. “We still have a conversation to finish.”
Before she could answer he had already began walking away this time at a steadier pace. He quickly became a dot on the horizon, and only once he disappeared completely from view did Usagi enter her house, closing the door softly behind her.