SPIN THE BOTTLE By Princess Destiny [princessdestiny@hotmail.com] Chapter Five "Well-up you get" Michael motioned for Usagi and Mamoru to rise. Usagi sat there stubbornly, eyes glazed. That look that had been in Mamoru's eyes-both scared and frightened her. "No way" She yelled, crossing her arms. "Usagi-play the game. Come on" Makoto protested, pushing at Usagi's back. The blonde tumbled forward, almost landing on her face. Her arms shot out in time, stopping her ungraceful landing. "Thanks Makoto. What a pal" Usagi muttered to the carpet, leaping to her feet. "I don't want to be locked in with YOU either, Odango" Mamoru said, frowning darkly. She glanced at him, uncertainly. Now, his eyes were only annoyed. Anger was good. Sort of. "Fine, lets get this five minutes over with, okay?" Usagi growled, storming through the circle and into Mamoru's bedroom. "Don't kill him, Usagi!" Rei called out, laughter in her tone. "I kind of like him how he is" "Oooh" a girl sighed. Mamoru glared at Sally Freeman. "We're friends" She growled, striding after Usagi. "Why are all the girls interested in him?" Brad snapped, exasperated. "He's handsome" Rei said quickly. "Dashing" Makoto sighed. "Rich" Michael put in, grinning. "Stop my blushes" Mamoru's drawled, then disappeared into his room. He and Usagi came to a stop before the dreaded closet, staring at each other. "In you go" Steve said, grinning. "And no hitting" "Yelling is okay though-right?" Usagi said anxiously. "I don't have to be NICE to him? "Shout all you like, beautiful" Steve told her. Mamoru glared, eyes burning into Steve's eyes warningly. Steve swallowed, then thrust Usagi into the closet, gesturing at Mamoru. "In" He ordered. Once Mamoru and Usagi were in, he locked the door behind them and turned to leave. Steve emerged from Mamoru's room, then turned and closed the door behind him with a resolute click. "YOU CREEP!" "YOU ODANGO ATAMA!" The shriek and answering bellow was heard easily by the entire party. Steve and Michael exchanged a quick look across the room. Makoto watched, green eyes narrowing. "What's going on here?" She demanded. "You look like the cats that got the cream" Rei noted, frowning at the pair warily. "Spill, you two" Motoki advised, crossing his arms and staring the two down. Usagi and Mamoru WERE his friends, after all! "Oh nothing" Michael said easily, grinning. "We just decided to take a little action-where our esteemed host and pretty blonde were concerned" "Action" Steve nodded. "Since they were bound to try and never work this out-we've decided to help them along the 'getting to know and like you' bit" "How exactly?" Makoto demanded, eyes incredulous. "We're locking them in that closet for half an hour, instead of five minutes!" Steve said gleefully. Michael gestured and the music was turned up really loud. "Shut up, Odango!" Mamoru told her, glaring like a thundercloud as they were thrust again into the small space. "YOU shut up!" She snapped. Both barely noted as the closet door was closed, locked and Steve retreated from the room. "YOU CREEP!" "YOU ODANGO ATAMA!" There was a short silence, in which Usagi tried to gather her thoughts. HOW exactly had they ended up like this again? And she pressed up closely against her worst enemy-who she'd KISSED. ["And I liked it! OKAY?!"] She shouted inside her mind. This thought, of course, both horrified and excited her-since she was again in the darkness of the closet with the one guy who had ever kissed her-and might again... "NOOOOOOO!" Usagi wailed at the top of her voice, utterly horrified to find herself-once more-plastered along Chiba Mamoru's length...and wanting a kiss. "Let me ouuuuuuut!" "Shut up, you Odango-brained dimwit!" He bellowed back, loosing all patience. "I am NOT going to hurt you" Usagi breathed a deep sigh of relief, slumping against Mamoru's tall form. ["Does this mean that he won't touch me either?"] She thought hopefully. Yet was terribly disappointed at the same time. "Quite the opposite, in fact" He told her, voice filled with barely- suppressed feelings. She had no idea exactly how much he wanted to kiss her again. Usagi jerked back, trying to see his face in the near-total darkness. It was, of course, a futile gesture, but to say that Usagi was abruptly EXTREMELY nervous of her companion was an understatement. "Oh, that makes me feel HEAPS better! Don't touch me, creep!?" She shouted up at him, raising a finger quickly, she thrust it at his chest hard. He flinched under her finger, then laughed low in his throat. "I just can't believe this" he murmured. He let his head drop backwards bonelessly, hitting it painfully on the back wall. He barely noticed though, still convulsed with helpless laugher. This whole situation was just too ironic! He WANTED to kiss the little blonde. Mamoru had come through a complete about-face. "Why are you laughing?" She demanded crossly, withdrawing her little finger. She stuck it into her mouth. ["Boy, Mamoru's chest is hard!"] She thought silently. ["He REALLY must work out. Who'd have thought he had muscles under that jacket?"] Her eyes narrowed. "And while you're at it-don't call me a dimwit!" "But it's okay to call you Odango?" He drawled, raising his head. he tried to peer down at her, but pretty-much had to guess. It was pitch- black. he could feel her pressed against most of his length though-and it REALLY wasn't helping him! "Yes" She said absently. Mamoru gaped at her in the dark, then his dark eyes narrowed speculatively. "What was that, Odango?" He asked her gently. "Did you just give me permission o call you Odango Atama for the rest of your life? And that you're OKAY with it?" "Hmm?" Usagi said absently. "I said-WHAT?! No you creep! I do NOT give you permission!" She fairly shrieked at him. ["I want him to call me Usagi, just once! And I'll make him if I have to"] "Lower the decibels!" He yelled back. "Thhhbbb!" Usagi blew a raspberry at him, then flushed scarlet. "I can't believe I just did that to you" "I can't EITHER, Odango" Mamoru's voice echoed Usagi's incredulity. He smiled at her in the dark. "What are you? 5 years old or something?" "Wha was that, Chiba?" She said dangerously, eyes narrowing. She poked him in the ribs hard for the insult. Mamoru responded by poking her back in the ribs. "Arrgggh! Stop! It tickles!" Usagi gasped at him, flinching back. "Really?" he drawled, poking her again. "Stop ittttttt!" She wailed, poking him back twice. "Are you trying to send me deaf?" he winced. Mamoru rolled his eyes. "Now you have ME acting like I'm 5. Cut it out Odango" he ordered. She stuck her tongue out in the dark-which he SOMEHOW sensed. "And don't stick out your tongue at me-unless you intend to use it" He finished quietly. "WHAAAAAAT?" She shrieked. "You hentai! Like I'm going to EVER kiss you again! Not if I was DARED!" "Sure" Mamoru said, grinning. "Like you didn't enjoy it. And by the way, how exactly DID you know what I meant?" He reached out for her, hands sliding possessively around her waist. "Umm-" Usagi tried to back off further as Mamoru's hands slid around her hips and settled firmly around her waist. "Stop that!" "Stop what?" He said innocently, stroking the material around her waist lightly with his fingers. "That!" She yelled, struggling. It did no good though, for as much as she struggled to get loose, Mamoru's hands would tighten. "EXCUSE me" She hissed at him, coming to a dead halt in the circle of his arms. She could hear her heart thundering and knew that he could feel it also. They were that close to each other! Usagi hesitated, feeling that HIS heart also was thundering, but then her expression firmed in the darkness. "But aren't we ENEMIES?" "WERE" Mamoru hissed back, sounding strangely both exasperated and confused. Well, so was SHE! And his roving hands weren't helping in the slightest. "WHAT? What do you mean 'were'?" Usagi asked, bewildered. "Just as I said, Tsukino" He repeated firmly. "Were" "Were?" She muttered, blinking. "One...kiss? And 'bang', we're...WHAT?" She demanded. "I haven't the faintest idea" He muttered back, fingers smoothing over the material at the back of her waist. Then deftly, he swept the material up with his forefinger and slipped the rest of his hand under her shirt. Usagi promptly shrieked with a mixture of startlement and anger. "Arggggh-What are you...oooh! That tickles!" Usagi giggled, trying to smoother them by burying her face in his chest. She inhaled some of his t-shirt, while still giggling and it made the situation seem even funnier. "What do you think you're doing? I'm ticklish!" She gasped out into his chest. Mamoru gave a wicked laugh, rumbling from low in his chest. "I know" Usagi felt every moment of it-since her face was buried there anyway. "Quite it!" She snapped, wiggling in his arms. Mamoru gasped, fingers abruptly digging into the tender flesh of her waist. "Don't DO that!" "Ouch! Creep!" She gasped back, in pain. Usagi wiggled again, trying to get free. Mamoru's fingers slid quickly around to her back and jerked her closer to stop her movements. "What did I just TELL you? Are you crazy? Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" He shouted at her. Usagi gaped in the darkness, suddenly TERRIBLY aware of the man she was crushed to-along every little inch of his body. In fact, they were breathing in unison! "What are YOU doing?" She yelled back. "Let me go, jerk!" "Look here you ditz" He growled at her, lowering his forehead in the dark until it touched hers. His warm breath wafted over her face as he continued to berate her. "I know you're young and all-but you are driving me NUTS! So keep still or bear the consequences!" "Excuse me, you creep?" She growled back, tempted to bite his chin or something. He was the most infuriating person! And what did he mean exactly by 'bear the consequences'? "And what did I do to you exactly? You're the one with wandering hands, Mr!" "And you wonder why?" Mamoru groaned at her, rolling his eyes in the darkness. Something occurred to him and he pulled back his forehead, looking blankly at nothing. "Why are we still here?" He wondered out loud. "What? What do you mean?" Usagi blinked. Then she too remembered the five minute limit. "OH!" "Yes. Oh" Mamoru said, frowning. "Why do I have the feeling that we've been deliberately left here?" "LEFT here? They left me? With YOU?" Usagi shouted, horrified. She promptly tried to wrench herself from his arms, having completely forgotten that they were wrapped tightly about her small form. "How could they? Traitors" "Make a guy feel wanted, why don't you, Odango?" Mamoru said dryly, stubbornly refusing to let her go. But even he didn't know WHY. It just felt-so right with her held close in his arms. "Why would I want you to feel wanted, creep?" She demanded, straining to be free of his tight grip. She was crushed up against him. "Let me go-now!" "Stop. Struggling" he gritted at her, tensing. "Jeez, are you all muscle or what?" She muttered at him, raising a hand to grip his forearm. "Even I work out and I can get loose. Huh!" "What was that? You said that you worked out?" Mamoru leaned closer to hear her words, a brow raised incredulously. Usagi gasped. ["Ooops? Mamoru doesn't know I'm a Senshi and have to work out to fight the Youma!"] "Are you awake, Odango?" He said teasingly, leaning his forehead against hers again. Warm skin against skin. She muttered something vague at him, thinking hard. ["Why would the guys have left me here with Mamoru?"] "I was wondering the same thing" Mamoru muttered. "WHAT?!" Usagi shrieked in his face. He winced, but didn't pull back. "WHAT?" He bellowed back, annoyed. She winced. "You answered my question!" "So?" He said, confused. "I DIDN'T say it out loud, you moron!" Usagi hissed. "What? Don't be stupid, Odango" Mamoru laughed at her. "It was a coincidence. We were thinking along the train of thought, is all" Usagi leaned closer, deliberately thrusting her forehead at his hard to hurt him. "Creep" She glared at him. Mamoru glared back in the darkness. ["Fine, if she wants to play games"] He pushed his forehead back hard. "Cry-baby" He told her smoothly. "Jerk" Usagi said back, pushing harder. It was hurting-and really childish-but HE was doing it too! And there was no way she was going to let that jerk win! "Odango Atama" He hissed back, the pain starting to get to him. But there was no way the girl was going to win! "Ouch" Usagi moaned. "I mean-umm...Upper-class snob!" "Ugh" Mamoru muttered under his breath, moaning silently. This really was beyond stupid, but the blonde ALWAYS did this to him. "Umm-slob" "Slob? Excuse me, but when have I been a slob? I dress nice!" Usagi protested, shutting her eyes tightly. "So you do-I mean, well, I'm positive that you doing clean your room" Mamoru taunted, recovering. "I-clean it. Sometimes" Her glare increased. Usagi tried to elevate the pain a little by angling her head higher, but not letting off the punishing pressure. Mamoru knew what she was up to and lifted his forehead also, glaring into the dark. "This is dumb!" he groaned at her. "I know!" She groaned back. Usagi stiffened. "But you aren't winning this, Chiba" "We'll see, Tsukino" he groaned back, moving his forehead higher back. They were now almost nose to nose. "Well, I see that YOU live all alone!" She said triumphantly. "What-no girlfriend?" Mamoru stiffened. "No girlfriend, why?" "No reason" Usagi snapped. "So-did your parents dump you here with heaps of money and take off on a world cruise?" "My parents are dead, thank you" He told her tightly. Usagi's forehead jerked a little upwards in her shock. Her nose grazed his in the dark. "They are? I'm-I'm really sorry, Mamoru" She whispered. Her fingers came up, resting on his chest lightly and stroking unconsciously to ease his pain. "I don't want your pity, Usagi" he whispered back harshly, warm breath wafting over her mouth. "I don't PITY you, you creep" She growled at him, hands clenching into holds on his shirt. She grabbed hand-fulls and held on angrily. "You really are a creep-despite your loss and I feel pathos!" "Do you even know what that means?" He asked her, feeling curiously detached. He'd truly never felt so-strange. Here he was, plastered along the length of a girl, who he hate, who he'd kissed, who's forehead was mashed against his in some sort of childish game-and who was the only other person than Motoki that he'd told about his parents. "Do you HAVE to be so impossible?" She snapped, hauling him closer with her handfuls of shirt. Mamoru gasped slightly as they both fell off balance and crashed into the wall behind Usagi. Thankfully-or not-they had been holding each other so close that not even their head separated as Usagi was crushed between the wall and him. "Ouch?" Usagi groaned, practically into his mouth. Her lips touched his innocently. Mamoru's eyes widened in the dark, abruptly realising their positions. What had been a childish game had suddenly developed into much more for him. "Oh damn" He murmured, lisp brushing against hers helplessly. The barest touch. Usagi stiffened as their lips brushed lightly. She was sure that it had been intentional on Mamoru's part and ignored it, trying to inch her face back. But of course, there was nowhere to go. Their foreheads and noses were touching, lips barely brushing each other and she was crushed between him and the wall. "Mamoru?" She said tentatively, lips brushing his lightly again. "Mmm?" He groaned, lips brushing hers. With every word either of them spoke, he was becoming more frustrated. Because he was unable to LEAVE her! It felt as if it were an impossible task that would take all his willpower. It was just-impossible. "Are we still enemies?" She asked him, eyes wide. Her heart began to beat faster in her chest at his closeness. She didn't know why, but the situation made her blood burn. Her pulse was acting like a crazy thing and her forehead had become beaded with a light sweat. "Of course" he told her, blithely lying. Did she really think that they could go back to what they had been after he'd been THIS close to her? "Oh" Usagi trailed off, unable to think. All she could think of was him pressed against her and how wonderful it felt. Now, if only he's kiss her...Usagi's eyes widened even more. ["Do I-want him to kiss me? My worst enemy? What about Tuxedo Kamen?"] ["What about Sailor Moon?"] Mamoru thought simultaneously. Did he really have a chance with the girl anyway? Usagi was real, flesh and-in his arms. "Do you think someone will come soon, Mamoru?" Usagi whispered, lisp brushing against his lightly again. She swallowed as her lips tingled pleasantly and a thrill shot down to her toes. Unconsciously, she had used his real name. "Quite frankly, Usagi-" Mamoru began harshly, using her real name also. His hands tightened around her waist, as he pressed himself even close, breath ragged. "If anyone walks in now-I'll KILL them!" Usagi blinked and then her lips were crushed beneath Mamoru's. ["Oh"] She thought blankly, then melted into his embrace willingly. ["I think I'll kill them too"] She thought hazily, releasing his chest and sliding her arms up his chest slowly. Her fingers slid around his neck and then into the hair at the base of his neck. Mamoru groaned into her mouth, then deepened the kiss almost desperately. ["She's mine now"] He thought vaguely. And he'd kill anyone that tried to take her away. Usagi was HIS.