closet
7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN! DON’T READ BELOW THE CUT!! My muse has drawn your number! Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.
13. Trailing kisses from the stomach up to the mouth.
{**For this drabble both are like 19-20-somethings!! Minako’s not the cougar type. :b**}
|♀| One minute she was spinning a bottle and the next she and Helios were being shoved in Usagi’s hallway closet. It was funny to watch the others make their way in the small space for seven minutes. However, she never expected to be thrown in with the powder blue-haired young man—although she wouldn’t deny he was cute. That was nice at least.
With a giggle and a bite of her lip she looked him over, seeing he was clearly nervous and she was just tipsy enough to take advantage of that. “Relax, Helios-san~! I’ll make this quick and fun.”
Minako did her best to ease the tension in his body; kisses to the neck, caresses to the back and shoulders, friendly pecks to the lips and cheek. Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt, her fleeting signs of drunken affection going from his navel and through the center of his chest before reaching his soft mouth again.
Before they knew it someone was pounding on the door, signaling their time was up.
