"Do you love me?" the blonde boy asked, face to face with Sailor.
"No." Sailor answered, not quite meeting his eyes.
"Do you fucking love me?" The boy asked her again.
"No." Sailor whispered.
In one, swift movement the blonde reached up with his hand, cupped her face and pulled him towards her, their lips meeting. Sailor felt every resolve she had break in that one moment. It was a kiss there was no coming back from.
"That's what I thought." he responded, forehead to forehead with her, both of them struggling for their breath.
"Shut up."
The boy kissed her again. Hard. They began walking backwards until he gently sat her on the bed. She sat there, looking up at him. The eyes that were always looking at her, while his mouth said nothing. The mouth that always spoke to her with so much passion. She reached her hands up underneath his shirt to feel his bare chest under her fingers. A motion she had ached to do for days. He reached up and pulled his shirt off to make it easier for her. Sailor took a minute to admire the tattoos in his skin and he took that moment to reach down and kiss her again.
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