SPIN THE BOTTLE
By Princess Destiny
[princessdestiny@hotmail.com]




Chapter Six



["This feels so right..."] Usagi thought vaguely. It was the only 
thought that could filter through the feelings overwhelming her. And 
all from a kiss. Who would have thought that the kiss of her worst 
enemy could reduce her to this?
Mamoru's thoughts were along similar lines-yet far more intense than 
the young girls'. And though he was overwhelmed, the realisation that 
she was only fourteen was like a barrier between them. He'd tried to 
protect her from BRAD and now was doing exactly what his 'friend' had 
intended! Mamoru wrenched his lips from Usagi's swiftly, groaning in 
disappointment. "No" He breathed harshly, moving back from her warmth.
"What?" Usagi's eyes slitted open in the darkness. She was completely 
bewildered. One minute, she'd been in heaven and the next-Mamoru's 
comforting warmth was gone. That amazing feeling of melting. His hands 
were still about her waist, but he was no longer pressed into her. 
"What's wrong?" She said, dazed.
"This is wrong!" He said, breathing hard. He groaned again, then let 
his head fall sideways until it thunked on the back of the closet. "Not 
only are you only fourteen! You're also my worst enemy!"
"Oh...right" Usagi agreed, blinking. Suddenly though, the words really 
meant nothing. Not like they once had. "This is way beyond weird" She 
said abruptly, frowning. Usagi tried to straighten in her cramped 
position and Mamoru's arm fell away from her. Her skin felt cold from 
it's absence and her frown deepened. ["How can this be wrong? it felt 
so right! Even if he IS my enemy"] Usagi thought, biting her bottom 
lip. Inspiration hit her then and she brightened. "Well-I guess...we 
can just pretend that this never happened?" She suggested, tone 
dubious. "Tomorrow, it'll be back to 'jerk' and 'Odango Atama'. Right?"
Mamoru groaned loudly, thunking his head again with deliberate 
harshness. "No, Usagi. It WON'T" He said strongly. "Everything has 
changed now!"
"Well-" Usagi glared in his direction. She'd only been trying to HELP! 
"Then, you shouldn't have kissed me!"
"Oh, so it's MT fault now?" He yelled at her, straightening. He forgot 
where he was and bashed his head on the top of the closet roof hard. 
"Ow, damn it!" He shouted.
"What?" She yelled back, ignoring his obvious groan of pain. "Of course 
it's your fault, jerk! When WASN'T?"
"Excuse me?" Mamoru said, holding a hand to his head, where there was a 
noticeable bump growing. It irritated him almost as much as the blonde 
did! "But I seem to recall you kissing me back, Odango Atama!" He 
shouted at her.
"Oh, so we're back tot he name-calling, you creep!?" she shrieked 
loudly. Usagi glared the more, then clenched the first of her right 
hand and shot it up swiftly into the darkness.
Mamoru was stunned when something connected painfully with his ribs, 
thrusting him backwards. He yelped with surprise and pain as he kept 
going-falling through the hanging clothes and finally bashing head-
first into the far side of the closet. It shook threateningly as he 
crashed through the hanging clothes, which could not hold his weight. 
Mamoru tumbled the rest of the way to the floor, half-raised and 
bashing his head painfully on the wall. The closet wasn't THAT large, 
after all.
"Mamoru? Ooh! I didn't mean...what happened?" Usagi called out 
anxiously. She tried to peer into the darkness, but could see nothing. 
From the crashing noises she had heard though, Mamoru had fallen 
through the clothes and possibly bashed his head! In fact, she was SURE 
of it! The whole closet had shaken like a boat after she'd punched 
Mamoru. ["Oh no! Is he okay?"] She wondered silently, again biting her 
bottom lip nervously.
Mamoru stayed in his position, half against the wall and half on the 
floor, next and head at an oddly painful angle. "Stay away" He told her 
expressionlessly. He really couldn't decide what was worse about that 
night. Being locked in the closet with the Odango Atama? Well, he'd 
kissed her and liked it-so maybe that wasn't the worst. Maybe her 
shrieking in his ear? And now, the punch to the ribs. What next? And 
WHY exactly had they been in the closet for so long? What was Steve up 
to? ["Is he TRYING to make us murder each other?"]
"Ugh! Are you hurt or not, you moron? Answer me!" Usagi yelled at him. 
She awkwardly crouched down, felt around until she found his ankles and 
then began to crawl along him. Her head bashed into something dangling 
from above and she winced, halting. "Ouch!" She gasped, reaching up 
with one hand cautiously. Usagi found that she'd hit a pair of jeans. 
The HARD object had been the buckle of a dangling belt. ["He hangs his 
belts on a hanger?"] Usagi thought, astonished. She put hers in the 
draw...Maybe it was a guy thing?
"This is just-to much" Mamoru muttered under his breath, laying there 
painfully. His back was beginning to cramp, but he'd be damned if he'd 
move! The girl had hated-and now like, had just punched him! "I never 
that that she had it in her" He whispered wonderingly. All in all, he 
deemed it far safer to lay there until someone came and got them. 
They'd BELIEVE him if he said that she punched him for insulting 
her...and she would be at the other side for the closet and away from 
his kisses. Safer for HER to. If Usagi had know just what thoughts he's 
had about her-she'd KILL him! Mamoru frowned as he felt Usagi crouch 
and touch his legs cautiously. Then he heard the hangers clink together 
as she moved them slightly. He waited in the silence and then Usagi's 
fingers touched his ankle delicately. ["What is she doing?"] He 
wondered, eyes going wide.
Usagi felt along the jeans and then further on, to discover that there 
were FAR to many clothes in the way for her to even reach Mamoru. 
["I'll-have to crawl low then"] She decided, reaching down for his 
ankle. Then, she moved further forward and then lay herself down until 
her chest touched Mamoru's long legs. If she staying close to his body, 
her head wouldn't bash anything from above. NOT that there was much 
room! What did Mamoru have so many blasted pairs of slacks and jeans? 
["Because he's a guy, you ditz!"] She yelled silently at herself. And 
they WERE locked in a closet!
Mamoru's eyes widened as he felt delicate fingers on his ankle, then he 
felt Usagi's body starting to press against his legs as she crawled up 
his length. ["What is she DOING?!"] Mamoru shouted mentally, thoughts 
going wild. Here was his worst enemy-turned greatest lust...crawling 
bodily up his form and pressed against him in the most enticing manner!
Usagi groaned, pressing closer to Mamoru and trying to duck all the 
overhanging slacks and shirts above her head. The closet, to make 
things WORSE, was so small that she had to crawl up Mamoru's length, 
pressed close. She couldn't crawl on her knee's, because of the 
overhanging clothes and how much space the jerk was taking up. ["Well, 
maybe not the jerk any more"] She said mentally, smiling slightly as 
she reached his chest. Her fingers spread over the now-familiar 
material, trying to find a purchase. He was STILL dead silent and she 
was worried that something had happened to him. ["How did this happen 
in the first place? Oh WHY did he have to kiss me...and me LIKE it?"] 
She wailed mentally, laying over his full-length. Her fingers felt over 
the skin of his neck and then up to his face. Usagi pulled herself up 
further with her hands and Mamoru groaned. "Are you okay? I thought 
that you were unconscious!" She breathed, fingers trailing urgently 
over his lips to see if he was breathing okay. 
"NOT if you don't keep STILL, you blonde ditz!" He almost roared at 
her, body tense as a spring. She was driving him utterly NUTS! And she 
didn't KNOW it!
"What?" Usagi gaped into the darkness, stunned. "I was only trying to 
see if you were okay, jerk!"
"By laying on TOP of me and wiggling around?" He yelled back 
disbelievingly. "What did I tell you about that before?"
"Well-" Usagi began defensively, blinking at him in the darkness. "With 
al the clothes up there, the only way I could REACH you was to crawl! 
Maybe if you didn't have so many clothes in here-"
"It's a bloody closet, Usagi!" He yelled at her, exasperated. "Where 
else would you find clothes?!"
"Umm-right" She giggled with embarrassment, resting her elbows on his 
chest and absently playing with a lock of his hair at the base of his 
neck. "Are you okay?" She repeated her earlier question anxiously. "I 
didn't mean to punch you so hard"
"You did it very well" He said dryly, trying to adjust his head 
comfortably. It was near impossible. "Hang on a second" He muttered, 
shifting his form. There really wasn't enough room for her on top of 
him-and he at this awkward angle.
Usagi shrieked as she almost tumbled off. She reached up and wrapped 
her hands about his broad shoulders as Mamoru shifted them both down 
until he was laying almost flat on the floor. He moved his legs and 
both of her tumbled between his, leaving her again pressed full-length 
into him. Usagi flushed scarlet. "Umm-" She began.
Mamoru laughed, moving his legs until they were bent at the knees. The 
closet wasn't that big, after all and he was tall. "I really don't 
believe this" he gasped at her, trying to stifle his laugh. He raised 
his hands hesitantly, then reached out to wrap them behind Usagi's 
back, linking the fingers.
"Can believe what? That we're trapped in a closet, on the FLOOR? That 
you kissed me? That we HATE each other-" Usagi said heatedly.
"That would it, yeah" Mamoru rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Despite 
the weirdness of the situation, having the blonde laying on top of him 
on his closet floor-just seemed...comfortable? Natural?
"So-now what?" Usagi asked him timidly. She was tense from how close 
she was pressed against her and the way that his fingers had once more 
crept under the material of her shirt and was stroking the skin of her 
waist. Somehow, she sensed that he didn't know he was even DOING it! 
And it was that reason alone that kept her from screaming bloody 
murder. ["Besides-I kind of like it"] She whispered mentally, blushing.
Mamoru abruptly felt something hard digging into his chest, which he 
had felt before as he kissed her against the closet wall. He'd ignored 
it then, but now it was really hurting, being pressed between him and 
Usagi. "What IS that?" He demanded, letting go of her waist. He tried 
to reach in between them for the object and his fingers accidentally 
brushed against the side of her breast. "Oops"
"Hentai!" Usagi screeched at him, jerking back. Her skin tingled 
strangely, making her breathing erratic. "What are you DOING?" She 
shrieked, flushing.
"Hentai? Me?!" Mamoru yelled at her, embarrassed. "I was trying to see 
what the bloody hell was digging into my chest so hard!"
"Me!" Usagi shouted back, then paused. "No-wait. Oh! This!" She giggled 
in embarrassment, face the colour of a tomato in the darkness of the 
closet. And she would glad that Mamoru couldn't see her! When his 
fingers had brushed her breast, she'd felt a zing of excitement fill 
her body. She'd never felt anything at all like this in her life. It 
had been like-when Mamoru kissed...Usagi shook her head and reached for 
her broach, which had been on her shirt and digging into them. 
Personally, she was used to it, so had thought nothing of it. But 
Mamoru was not.
"What is 'this'?" Mamoru growled, annoyed. Really, what was he to 
think? She was his worst enemy, but he'd kissed her and now he was not 
only fiercely protective and willing to do bodily harm to any guy that 
touched her-other than himself-they were STILL fighting! "Unbelievable" 
He muttered.
"My broach" Usagi said, taking it off of her shirt and reaching down 
for one of his hands. Her fingers touched his and another wave of 
excitement went though her. She groaned involuntarily, then tried to 
muffle it.
Mamoru heard her and knew what had caused it. He two had felt stirred 
by the touching of their hands. ["Why did we never feel this in all the 
times we crashed into each other on the street?"] He wondered to 
himself, letting her guide his hand upwards.
"Here" Usagi whispered, pushing the broach into his hand. Immediately, 
the closet was filled with a pulsating silver light, as the broach 
exploded in power...