Distracting
Warning: Suggestive actions
Dedication: To Nozomi for her 20th birthday
Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, any of the characters mentioned below or the series from which they originate.
Schuldig was in a foul mood.
The morning had started off nicely; despite handling some rather hard liquor the night before he woke up without a hangover, discovered that, for once, the hot water in his shower was actually working, and, most importantly, Usagi had swung by and declared that she had the entire day free.
Unfortunately, just when things were getting good (maybe he'd convince her to let him actually do a little something this time?), the annoying watch she constantly carried around with her had begun to sound off and within thirty seconds of checking it she was climbing out his window, throwing apologizes over her shoulder.
Who knew romancing Sailormoon would turn out to be such a pain?
Reaching out to her mind had proved fruitless; within moments she was far enough away that he had only made brief contact and, as usual when she transformed, her automatic defenses had gone up, hiding her thoughts behind a myriad of flashing, distracting mirrors.
So now Schuldig was sprawled out on his unmade bed, frustrated and forced to watch reruns of some lame comedy show that had stopped being funny before it began.
A sudden thunk sounded from the window and he turned his head toward, ready to give her a piece of his mind. Really, how could she leave him high and dry after promising some time alone?
At the sight of her, however, every coherent thought went out of his head.
Schuldig had always found her outfit to be a little ridiculous, more like a kinky sex costume than something a person would wear into battle against hideous monsters. Standing in front of him as she was now – face flushed, hair tousled, wearing those sexy red boots and those long white gloves – he decided that someone had had a great time designing her uniform, made to distract the male species as it was.
"Ah, I'm so sorry, Schuldig," she declared, and he had the unnerving feeling that he was suddenly in a shoujo manga because her lips gloss had never seemed more apparent as her mouth formed the words nor her eyes so big and pleading. "It took a lot longer than—"
"Hey, don't worry about it," he interrupted, recovering from his shock. Giving her another once over, he began to smirk and waved her over. "How about we pick up where we left off?"
She blushed but smiled back, reaching up to press her brooch and undo her transformation.
"No, no." He couldn't help it; his smirk turned positively devious. "Leave the outfit."
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