Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Days ❯ Chapter 6 - What a mess! ( Chapter 6 )
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By: CattyKitty 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 516 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 516 | Status: Completed
CattyKitty
(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. The story is my original and I write for fun without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)
Seven Days
Chapter 6
What a mess!
*Usagi*
She was about to open her mouth to ask Mamoru what the hell was he staring at, but she didn't get the chance as he bent down toward her. He pressed his lips against hers silently; the kiss was quick, but wonderful and she felt her body heating up to his touch. She looked up wonderingly at his gaze once he backed away. Those eyes...
He moved away from her and into the seat across from her, fixing her with a cocky grin. She wanted to swoon! However, embarrassment quickly settled over her when she realized how willing and susceptible she was to his charms. Damn him for being so sexy. Even worse however, was the way her body was reacting to him; she was breathless and excited and oh god, she wanted more!
But anger quickly rose in her along with a bit of panic. She looked around her to make sure none of her friends were at the arcade. Thankfully they weren't. This idiot! Didn't she make it perfectly clear that she didn't want anyone knowing about them! What would happen if Motoki or worse, Rei, had seen them? Could she live through that experience? She shuddered at the thought of Rei catching them: it would be bloody murder!
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked angrily. He leaned back on his seat with his head resting on his arms behind him and just watched her. He didn't answer her right away; his lips were curved into a sexy little grin.
"I just had a long day at work and this is how you treat me?" he said sighing loudly at her lack of enthusiasm for his presence.
"You jerk!" she hissed. "Don't you know anything about personal space? You can't kiss me whenever you feel like it! As a matter of fact, why are you even sitting here with me? We're not friends! Go away!"
"I thought we were done with all the pretending Odango. You know you want me," he said arrogantly, stroking her legs from under the table. Heat rose to her face; this stupid, conceited, brute! She didn't want to be touching him, but there just wasn't enough room under the table. She moved her legs as far away from him as possible, but it was no use; he was too tall and no matter what she did, her leg would still be brushed up against his. "Stop trying to fight it..." he teased. She wanted to scream. He drove her nuts (in both good and bad ways) and she hated him for it.
"Just in time to interrupt your pointless arguments!" Motoki said cheerfully, coming out of nowhere to plop a huge bowl of dessert in front of her. "Usagi-chan, this is for you!" Her eyes widened, momentarily forgetting her anger toward Mamoru.
Right there in front of her lay the most beautiful looking thing she'd seen in her life; a multi-scoop sundae with chocolate and vanilla ice cream, topped with all her favorite fruits, caramel swirl and whipped cream. She turned to look at Motoki in awe and he smiled at her; she could faint of happiness!
"This is a thank you for helping me out. I couldn't have done it without you." She smiled appreciatively; he really WAS the best!
"Geez, Motoki. What about me? I helped too you know." Mamoru commented dryly and Motoki shrugged indifferently, handing him a spoon as well. She glared at Mamoru for wanting some of her ice cream; this was all hers, hers!
"But it's mine!" she whined in protest as his spoon dipped into her yummy whipped cream; she didn't want to share with this egotistical jackass!
"Relax, Odango. Pretend this is a date," he teased easily, taking another spoonful. Although she was starting to get thoroughly annoyed by his stupid comments, she decided that it was best to just ignore him. She took a deep breath to calm herself and even though she was overly protective over her food, she forced herself to let it go.
"Thank you, Motoki! You're the best!" she smiled up at Motoki and he smiled back.
"You know, we should hang out more often," Motoki suggested and she nodded her head enthusiastically. "You're pretty fun," he winked.
"Thanks!" she smiled back. "And I never knew that you were such a good tango partner!" she laughed, reminiscing about their morning adventures; they did have a lot of fun. Motoki shrugged whimsically.
"I'm just full of surprises!" he said in mockingly mysterious tone while shimmying his shoulders. She laughed.
He walked away from them and she turned back to her ice cream, dreaming about taking her first delicious taste. She picked up the spoon that Motoki had offered her and was about to start digging in, when she realized to her horror that about half of the chocolate ice cream was nearly gone.
"You didn't want to tango with me last night..." Mamoru commented, a smile barely gracing his lips. "Why Motoki?"
She didn't even want to give him an answer to such a ridiculous question; he knew that they were talking about completely different things! She couldn't meet his eyes though; why was he looking at her like that.
"Be serious..." she muttered, taking a spoonful of her ice cream. He dipped his spoon again into her bowl, taking another bit of her whipped cream and caramel.
"Is it because you're in love with him?" he asked, still staring at her. She almost laughed because although his expression was totally serious, he was saying the silliest things.
"Oh please!" she mumbled, but he was still looking at her with his annoyingly sexy smile. "That's not true," she replied lowly. Motoki was a great friend of hers; and sure, she'd liked him when they first met, but not anymore. "I don't like Motoki..." She liked him...
"Then let's go have sex right now," he offered smoothly, his hand grabbing her leg from under the table again. She couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth!
She let go of her spoon suddenly at his touch and it disappeared into the whipped cream and quickly melting ice cream. She clenched her jaw in frustration; dammit why did he do stuff like that to her! His fingers were softly passing over her knee and making her stomach summersault; this had to end!
"Don't say stuff like that!" she whispered in embarrassment. What was wrong with him?!
She reached over to grab the napkin that was on the table to wipe off the ice cream that had splashed on her hand and a couple of blueberries rolled off the table in the process. Apparently, Mamoru didn't like blueberries and spit them out into the napkin; what a retard.
"Dammit, Mamoru!" she accused him angrily, noticing how they all scattered across the floor in front of their table.
"I did nothing," he said calmly.
She ignored him and was about to clean up the mess when she heard an alert message come from her phone. She dug for it in her bag until she found it and realized that it was a text message from Makoto saying that she wasn't able to make it tonight for their running session. She pouted at the news, how lame!
"Now, this is something you don't see everyday." They heard someone drawl from behind her and she turned around to see Rei coming toward them, a curiously surprised expression on her face. Usagi stiffened and gave a warning glance to Mamoru. He better not start acting up!
"Rei-chan!" Usagi said casually, not knowing how to explain why she was sitting with Mamoru.
Rei studied them closely and she knew the sticky situation she was in. She and Mamoru were sitting in the back of the arcade squished up in a couple's booth with two spoons and an ice cream bowl between them. She tried her hardest not to look guilty.
"I just passed by to tell you about our plans," Rei smiled, playing oblivious to their situation. "Ami finally agreed to come to the beach tomorrow, so we're all gonna go. You're coming, right?" she asked her excitedly and she nodded her head enthusiastically; hell yeah she was going! She loved the beach!
"Of course!" she gushed. "Wait, do you want to go running with me later cause Mako-chan cancelled on me." Rei shook her head apologetically. "Please?! You know I don't like going alone!" she begged, but Rei had already dismissed her.
"I'm sure you'll find someone else to go with you, Usagi," Rei said and Usagi didn't like her subtle implication. Rei turned to Mamoru, who had been watching their encounter uncharacteristically silent. "Would you and Furu-san like to join us?" Rei asked him politely and Usagi held her breath; please say no, please say no!
"Sounds like fun," he said with a charming smile and Rei smiled graciously. Aw gawd! What had Rei done! Going to the beach with Mamoru was going to be pure torture for her! There was no way that she'd be able to behave chastely with his beautiful body in full view! What was she going to do; Rei couldn't see her like that!
"Well, we all are going to meet in the morning to take the train." Rei started giving them the instructions of where to meet.
"How about we all just meet here at about ten," Mamoru interjected. "I'll get a bus to drive us over there." Rei protested, saying that he didn't have to do that, but he insisted and so it was settled. Rei said that she'd see them tomorrow and left because she was meeting with some friends from her school to go to the mall.
Usagi turned to Mamoru once Rei was gone and stared at him angrily; why had he agreed to come? What was wrong with him; he was going to make things totally awkward! She seethe. He loved getting her mad. He ignored her disgruntled look and pointed to the berries on the floor, which were now crushed because Rei had stepped on nearly all of them.
She threw him a scowl, not caring about the damn jelly on the floor; now she really had something to be mad about. One- how was going to act around Mamoru tomorrow and two -(even worse), she couldn't look like a fat cow in front of him! Did you see the size of the thing she just ate! Now she most definitely needed to go running. But she couldn't go running by herself; it just wasn't cool. Not only did she need the motivation of another person to even to go in the first place, but also she only liked going at night, usually around nine. Sailor Moon or not, it wasn't exactly safe to be out that late. She wanted to howl in frustration; now she really was going to turn into a fat pig!
Her thoughts were disrupted she watched as Motoki walk over to their table with his apron was off. He had three bottles of soda in his hand and she scooted over as much as she could so that he could sit next to her because there wasn't any space for him on the other side; Mamoru took up practically the entire tiny bench.
"So what's going on?" Motoki asked, passing them each a drink while taking a sip from his own.
"We're going to the beach tomorrow," Mamoru informed him and Motoki grinned, stretching his arm casually around the back of her seat.
"Oh really? Who else?" he asked curiously.
"Her friends and I think I'll probably tell Jed and the rest of them," Mamoru answered. She sighed in relief; although she had no idea who he was talking about, she thanked god he was inviting his friends too, she needed a distraction from him. He finished relaying the plans and Motoki nodded.
"Sounds like fun," Motoki answered and looked around on the floor noticing the mess. "What's all that shit on the floor?" he asked and she looked at him a little guiltily, ready to explain herself.
"Odango's mess," Mamoru said calmly and she stared evilly at him. Motoki looked down at her beside him and waited for her answer.
"I'll clean it up before I go," she assured him and he nodded, twirling his fingers around her ponytail.
"You should get away from him, before he starts sniffing it," Mamoru warned her and Motoki rolled his eyes.
"What do you mean?" she wondered. "You like my hair?" Now that she thought about it, he had played with it before; she just never really gave it much thought.
"Yeah, I do..." he said, his fingers still twirling around her curls. She looked at Motoki with a smile; how cute! Maybe it was a little odd since she thought only girls liked playing with hair, but she didn't mind him touching hers.
"I think that Motoki must have been a gay hairdresser in his previous life," Mamoru smirked. Motoki chuckled.
"You're probably right," he said with a shrug, moving his hand away from her hair, but keeping it around her shoulders.
"I can't believe that you didn't know about his weird fascination with girls hair," Mamoru said with a shake to his head. She frowned at him; it's not like she hung out with them for her to know these things.
"At least I'm not freakishly obsessed with ham," Motoki responded sarcastically and Mamoru narrowed his eyes at him.
"I'm not obsessed; it just taste really good," Mamoru defended himself and she had to admit that she was highly amused. Ham?
"Did you know that Mamoru puts ham on everything? His salads, sushi, dumplings or he just eats it straight out the package, by itself!" Usagi covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Somehow she couldn't imagine Mamoru having the midnight munchies and grabbing the cold cuts package in the back of his fridge.
"It's perfect for when I'm craving something salty..." Mamoru admitted, a slight look of embarrassment in his features. She couldn't contain her laughter anymore; seeing Mamoru flustered was much more than she could handle! Surprisingly, that he didn't look mad actually either and was kind of laughing too.
"That's so funny!" she laughed, wishing that she knew what other quirky habits they had. It was a shame that she really didn't know much about either of them; these past two days having been the most time that she'd ever spend with them.
"I saw Cass yesterday," Mamoru said sporadically to change the subject off of him. Motoki's expression changed at the mention of her name.
"Oh yeah?" he asked, eyes furrowed. "She came yesterday?" Mamoru nodded in response. "She didn't look for me...but she has been avoiding me ever since I asked for my keys back. Can you believe it's been almost a month?" he said with a shake of his head.
"She lives in your house?" she asked confused. Who was this Cass girl to them anyhow? Yesterday she had wondered when she and Mamoru had chatted quite casually, even flirtatiously she thought. But was she Motoki's ex-girlfriend or something? Because what other reason was there for her to have his house keys?
"No, she doesn't. She's just a friend that we're letting stay at another place that we have uptown," he said, but his answer only confused her further. Motoki and Mamoru had a house together?
"You and Mamoru have a place together?" she deadpanned. "What are you guys; married or something...?" she mocked and Mamoru rolled his eyes at her.
"It's kind of a party pad," Motoki clarified with a shrug. "But we rarely use it."
Well that made sense then, she couldn't forget that they both attended college and probably partied all the time. To have a place just for that seemed kind of a waste to her, but then again they were both rich. Filthy rich probably if she really thought about it.
She'd always known Mamoru had money, from where, she didn't know, but she guessed that it was his parent's. And even though Motoki didn't act like it, he was the owner of the arcade, so he definitely had money. Now that she thought about it, she was sure that he also owned the restaurant a couple of blocks down from here; what was it called... the Crown Fruit Parlor or something like that.
Then it came to her: wow! They really were perfect! They were both ridiculously handsome and insanely rich. They attended the best University in the country AND apparently, were also party animals with various homes around the city. It didn't get much better than that! She was sure they were also the most popular guys at school too (yesterday's party was packed with the most good looking people she'd ever seen in one place) and they were probably the guys that every guy wanted to be.
She knew Mamoru was the typical playboy, but she didn't really imagine Motoki being like that even though she new he was. Motoki (in her eyes) was nice and sweet and didn't insult her like his jackass of a friend. The simple fact that he worked, even though he could definitely afford not to, was proof enough that he was a very grounded person. Sure Mamoru worked too, but she knew it was an easy office job. She'd heard him complain to Motoki once about how pointless some meetings were and how he was tired of sitting on his lazy ass all day because there was nothing else for him to do. If only he had a piece of humble pie like Motoki, then he'd realize that at least he was lucky that he was getting paid to do absolutely nothing!
"A 'party pad'?" she rolled her eyes. "It sounds dirty..." she shivered. She would never in a million years ever want to go to bachelor pad, especially if it belonged to Mamoru. If the walls could talk, they'd probably only know how to moan and pant.
"I doubt your mind can even fathom just how dirty that place is," Mamoru said as he and Motoki laughed at their own filthy inside jokes. She grimaced; she did not want to know what happened there.
"You guys are sick," she concluded and neither one protested her opinion. "What else don't I know about you freaks?" she wondered. "Clearly three years is not enough to know that you're obsessed with ham and hair..."
She was getting more curious about these two; they were both people that she just happened to see on her way to do other things, but she'd never actually did anything with either of them. Yesterday was the first time really that she and Mamoru had spoken without being in some sort of argument (kind of) and this morning was her first real conversation with Motoki where it wasn't just her talking and him nodding the whole time.
"You know us, Usa," Motoki said, but she shook her head in disagreement.
"I know that you have a sister and that you own this arcade," she said looking at Motoki and he nodded slowly. She turned to Mamoru. "And I know that you're an ass. That's it."
"Come on, Odango; I'm sure that you know more than that," Mamoru commented, a devilish gleam in his eye.
"And that you hate blueberries," she added for his benefit. "But I only just found that out right now," she said mentioning the mess on the floor. "So besides your name, your age and what school you both go to, I don't know anything else."
"Motoki grabbed our high school social studies teacher's ass in front of the whole class in 11th grade..." Mamoru blurted randomly and she had to admit she was surprised.
"Mamoru kissed a dog as a dare in that same class!" Motoki added. Oh god that was nasty.
"Motoki was a horrible student in high school!" Mamoru shot back.
"Mamoru failed every class his freshman year of college!" Motoki countered and Mamoru glared at him. Okay so now they were starting to look angry at each other.
"Only because I was too busy fucking your girlfriend!" Mamoru snapped. She hoped that he was kidding...
"And that's why Setsuna came running to me..." Motoki purred and Mamoru stayed silent. Awkward!
"That's a little harsh!" Usagi whispered, wondering if it was true that they had slept with each other's girlfriends. Why were guys were so mean to each other when they were supposed to be joking around?
"Fuck you," Mamoru finally muttered to Motoki, but he didn't really look mad. Motoki sat back triumphantly and Usagi was surprised at his attitude. Weren't they friends? They shouldn't be trying to hurt each other's feelings!
"That's what Setsuna asked me every night..." Motoki continued and Usagi elbowed him in the ribs. What was wrong with him!
"Why are you being so mean?" she hissed. Talking about stealing someone's girlfriend was not okay!
"Geez, Odango relax. We're just kidding," Mamoru drawled and she wasn't sure if he was lying or not. Seriously, who joked around like that? But Mamoru was grinning now and she couldn't understand why. "Do you seriously think that I'd still be friends with him if he stole a girl away from me?" She shrugged, not really knowing the answer.
She knew Mamoru was extremely possessive and had a nasty temper; so yeah, she did doubt that he'd ever talk to Motoki again if that did happen. But then again, the nature of their very friendship was questionable to begin with. Motoki and Mamoru were almost polar opposites in attitudes and she always wondered how it was that they were even friends at all, so anything was possible really.
"And do you seriously believe that I would actually steal someone's girlfriend?" Motoki asked her angelically. His tone had her wondering actually.
"Well, I guess not..." she said. "But, was it any of it true then?" she asked them confused. "Did you really kiss a dog?" she wondered because she really had to know; she'd never imagine Mamoru ever doing something so gross like that.
"I kiss bitches all the time," he replied nonchalantly and Motoki laughed. Usagi rolled her eyes, giving up. These two were imbeciles...
"Forget it," she muttered, mad cause they were just taunting her now.
"Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow," Motoki said finally after he stopped laughing. He slid off the booth to leave, but Usagi pulled on his arm before he left; how could she forget! She should ask him to go jogging with her. He probably wouldn't want to go, but she doubted he would say no to her.
"Will you come jogging with me later?" she asked hopefully and he looked at her uneasily.
"I really... don't want to," he said carefully and she pouted; at least he was honest.
"Please!" she begged; he really was her last option. "It'll be a quick run, I swear! I just don't want to go by myself."
"If all you need is a companion, then take Mamoru. He likes to run..." Motoki said uncomfortably, looking toward Mamoru for his help.
"I already went on my run this morning so you're out of luck, Odango," Mamoru said very unsympathetically.
"See? He doesn't want to go with me!" Usagi accused even though in reality she hadn't actually asked Mamoru if he wanted to join her, but knew she'd be declined either way. "It's entirely your fault that I have to go in the first place, you know! You're the one that gave me that huge ice cream bowl!" Motoki sucked his teeth at her comment, but knew he was feeling the guilt.
"I really don't want to," he said stubbornly.
"I came to help you today..." she said finally, knowing that he couldn't say no after that.
"Fine. I'll go!" Motoki said exasperated and she clapped excitedly. She told him where and at what time they were going to meet and he agreed with a heavy sigh. "Oh and Usagi, please go to the back and get a broom to clean this shit up," he said pointing to the floor, slightly on edge from losing the battle. She blushed embarrassed, but nodded dutifully.
"Whatever you want, Motoki-sama!" she said and scampered off to the back to fix the mess she'd made.
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*Usagi*
She had already checked in two rooms and three closets, but she still wasn't able to locate the elusive broom Motoki had told her about. It today's earlier mess, nothing yet seemed to be where it was supposed to be and she couldn't simply pick up the mess with napkins because her skirt was way too short for her to bend down. She sighed and gave up trying to find the broom by herself; she would just have to find Motoki to ask him where to get it.
She knocked on the door to Motoki's office before stepping in and she was surprised to find Mamoru instead, sitting at his desk. He was busy scribbling notes on papers that were messily arranged around him while crunching numbers into a calculator. He didn't appear to be snooping through Motoki's things, but then what else could he be doing there? He looked up at her briefly when she entered, but didn't pay her any more attention than that.
"What are you doing?" she asked when he ignored her. He jabbed another equation into the calculator before speaking.
"I'm Motoki's financial advisor," he said busily, answering her question in one shot (she really didn't know a thing about him). She wanted to make a quick joke about him knowing how to count, but decided against it and stood pensive against the doorway. "What do you want?" he asked her after a moment of silence and she stuttered embarrassingly, realizing that she'd been creepily watching him the whole time as he worked.
"I... uhh, can't find the broom," she said dumbly and he held up a finger to her.
"Wait," he told her, getting up and piling the papers neatly around him. Although she had no idea why he asked her to do so, she obeyed and waited at the doorway until he finished a brief phone call. "I have the papers... yeah... I know... I need you to look through the dates from February to April... no... I'm faxing them over now." He hung up quickly and threw her an apologetic look as he loaded in the fax machine in the left corner of the room and pressed numbers. It wasn't until he saw it suck up the papers and start its task that he turned to face her.
"Do you know where it is?" she asked him and he looked at her confused.
"What do you want again?" he asked, walking to exit the room with her.
"I just need the broom to pick up the stuff off the floor," she said and Mamoru nodded quickly in remembrance, steering her into the empty employees lounge. They peeked in and sure enough the sweeper and dust pail lay alongside the couch in the corner of the room; she felt dumb for forgetting to check in there earlier. "Thanks," she mumbled and went over to grab it.
She picked it up and turned around; Mamoru stood in the center of the doorway with a mocking grin and she had this strange feeling that he was going to stop her from leaving. He did look so good though; maybe she wouldn't exactly mind getting into it with him at the moment... NO! She couldn't let herself think that way!
"Are you sure this wasn't one of your plans to get me alone?" he asked and she took a deep breath; only he would ever see an innocent situation as a sexual quest!
"Trust me," she muttered walking toward the doorway. "I don't want to be alone with you." He stubbornly stood in her way as she tried to leave.
"Probably because you're scared you can't behave yourself around me," he teased and she had to hide her face from him. His words could not be truer.
"Let me pass," she pleaded. The longer she stood in the room, the more susceptible she would become.
"I think this is a great opportunity for me to try my luck again," he teased, talking a step closer to her. She looked up at him flushed. She had no idea as to what he was proposing, but understood just one thing: she had to leave while she still had a chance!
"Not going to happen!" she refused quickly, trying to sidestep him.
"What's the rush, darling?" he said, grabbing onto her wrist before she swiped by him. "You can't seriously believe that I'm going to let you leave here, do you?" His stare was enough to make her gulp, but it was his words that froze her in place.
"You've got to be kidding me, right?" she asked shakily. He didn't respond and simply shut the door behind him with his foot. She looked at him wide eyed; how dare he trap her?
"I want you right here," he explained rather intensely. She took a couple of steps backwards, but he matched them.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a nervous laugh, her throat becoming dry. The gleam in his eye didn't look exactly innocent and she was so scared, but incredibly excited at the same time. Oh the paradox of Mamoru!
"What you were practically begging for last night before you chickened out," he replied taking the final step forward so that they were almost touching. She forced herself to take another step back and placed a hand on his chest to keep him from getting closer.
"Don't think that I won't scream," she threatened, but he didn't believe her for a second.
"You wouldn't dare," he said wryly as he slid his hand down the arm that held the cleaning utensils. As soon as he gently pried them from her, she let them go instantly and they fell to the floor noisily.
"You don't know anything!" she bluffed, but he could probably see it in her eyes that she was lying. He was so close to her and who was she kidding? She probably wanted this more than he did!
"Trust me; I know," he insisted, pulling her to him. His hands slowly slid around her waist and caressed her lower back. Their bodies pressed up against each other sent shivers running up her spine and she could feel his breath right by her ear, quickening her pulse. "You want this as much as I do."
She closed her eyes as he started kissing her neck and her breath hitched at the feel of his lips. How in the world was she supposed to resist him when he so perfectly knew just how to destroy her? Every single one of his touches drew a moan from her and there was nothing in her arsenal that could prevent this outcome. She was completely helpless against him.
"Don't do this to me..." she begged because it seemed like the only way to ask for his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted with her right now and she wouldn't be able stop him (not that she really wanted to anyhow). "You're such a jerk," she whispered. She couldn't take any more of his soft caresses...
"I promise that I won't do anything you don't want me to," he assured her, but they were empty words. Although he was claiming that she had some sort of control over the situation, they both knew that it wasn't true; he could do whatever he wanted to her right now and she would let him.
He kissed up her jaw, stopping short of her lips and stared at her expectantly. When he didn't press on, she realized that he really was giving her a choice and that this was her chance to move away, to put an end to the charade before it went too far. They both knew that once they kissed fully, they would be all over each other; there would be no turning back after that. His touches were completely intoxicating, driving her up the wall in both anxiety and exhilaration, but the truth was, she had no idea if she was ready for him.
Last night it was relatively easy to get caught up in the moment, which was how they'd gotten so far in the first place, but today was the sobering day. It was the day dedicated to thinking about those actions, to follow through with the consequences of those actions. Last night could be easily overlooked as a moment of irrationality, but today the excuse no longer held up. If they continued on, the game would take on a whole different meaning; it couldn't be discounted as a one-time lapse of judgment. It would go deeper, way deeper.
There were so many pros and cons in this situation that she was torn in two directions. She could either walk out the door behind him or throw herself into his arms... Both decisions would lead to regret--that was a given. If she left this room right now, at first she'd feel embarrassed and immature for acting like a prude, but as time went by, she would eventually become proud of herself for resisting temptation. She'd only wonder how long it would take before she wished that she'd lived a little and taken her chances with this encounter (probably not too long...).
If she stayed here with him, she knew that the gratification would be immediate, because being with Mamoru was like having a ticket straight to cloud nine. Of course, the repercussion of those actions would come later on in the form of their eventual encounters. Would they even be able to look each other in the eye? Would they ever talk to each other again afterwards, or would they avoid one another altogether?
That was the unknown that she was most afraid of because it was the one consequence that she knew she couldn't handle... Her choice all boiled down to at what cost was she willing to pay for her steamy experiences with him. Deep down she knew that she'd only really had one choice to begin with and in a unanimous decision between her body and brain, she finally made up her mind.
"How can I believe you're going to let me dictate," she responded, "when you locked me in here like you're ready to rape me."
"Oh that's still not completely off the table," he countered with a smirk. "I was just giving you a courtesy option to make you feel more comfortable, but we both know the choice you'll make anyway."
"Oh really? And what decision is that?" she wondered, barely able to keep a straight face as he teased her.
"The one where I undress you," he said, his hands ready at the hem of her shirt. She couldn't help but laugh lightly at his incredible arrogance, but didn't dispute with him. He was right anyway.
"I can't believe that I'm letting you do this," she said shamefully, reaching out to grab onto his shoulders. He easily caught her as she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I swear, its like you bring out the worst in me," she complained, sliding her arms around her neck.
"Yeah right. You're the Queen of Recklessness; this is perfect for you." She thought about what he said for a moment and found herself oddly agreeing with him.
"I guess that's why I can't stay away from you," she admitted thoughtfully. "It's cause you're so bad for me." He grinned at her revelation, bringing her face closer to his.
"I'm glad you're finally admitting that you can't resist me," he joked and she bit her lip, wishing she hadn't just said that.
"But I still hate you," she insisted, staring at his ever nearing lips.
"Oh course you do, Odango." He held her backside with both hands, massaging her buttocks rigorously and she felt the flame light within her. "I hate you too," he teased, his mouth just millimeters away. No longer being able to withhold herself, she moved in to kiss him.
He responded quickly and she melted into his embrace as he rubbed her more urgently. His mouth was hot on hers, making her body tremble. She was really grateful that he was holding onto her so tightly because although she was grabbing onto him as much as she could, she still felt herself slipping...
He carried her over to the couch and sat down, bringing her down onto his lap. Once she straddled him, he pulled her down roughly to him and she couldn't contain her moan at the feel of his erection pressing against her. His lips came down hungrily on her throat and neck and she started moving her hips on top of him, craving their intense friction. He in turn, ground himself further into her and they increased their pace, her desire for him growing with each sensuous movement.
Her breathing was erratic and she was flushed; he was making her so hot! She knew that she was going a hundred miles an hour, but she didn't want to stop... she wanted this... him. He silenced her moaning with a rough kiss and she could feel her whole world spinning as their tongues mixed together.
He finally removed her shirt, his hands roaming madly over her exposed body and she twitched in pleasure under his burning gaze. His clouded eyes focused on her pierced navel before rising up to admire her chest and popped her breasts out of her bra. Her arousal peaked at the feel of his hands on her and she was so ready for him to completely ravish her!
"Beautiful..." he murmured and she burned with anticipation as he licked all around her breasts, but avoided her nipples. As much as she enjoyed his teasing, this was not the time for him to be playing around with her and so she grabbed his hair and forced him to latch on. He groaned with her nipple in his mouth and looked at her wickedly. "Oh baby girl, you really want this..." he teased and she didn't know how to formulate coherent words to tell him to shut up and keep sucking!
His teasing set the tone for which she knew their fooling around was all about. They were literally reflections of how they acted normally; it was the same push and pull that they were so used to. It was like their teasing would never end and for some strange reason she could not find herself bothered by it.
"Oh shut u-!" she started, but she only ended in a whimper when he bit down on her painfully. She knew she should have been angry, but could only find herself more turned on by his rough play and cried out in pleasure as he pinched her other nipple just has hard. He was just as dominating now as he was in conversation and it was turning out to be a much better attribute than she thought.
"You're not allowed to complain," he reprimanded her, pushing her down onto the couch so that he was now hovering over her. One of his hands moved up her skirt and she moaned as he rubbed over her panties sensuously. He definitely knew all the right moves. She started unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to have more of him to touch and she roved over his muscular chest and broad shoulders; his body was perfect.
He spread her legs and wedged himself in between them, propping her up on the armrest of the couch. He slowly kissed down her chest to her navel, hooking the hem of her skirt with two fingers and slowly pulling them lower, swirling his tongue tantalizingly close to the waistline. She gasped and twitched when his tongue reached daringly low and he smirked at her na•ve reaction.
He moved away from her and she was disappointed at herself for squirming like a little kid; she really didn't want him to stop! Thankfully he only moved so that he could place one of her legs on his shoulder and started caressing it softly. He kissed her knee, slowly making his way up her inner thigh.
He kissed higher, making sure to tease the extra sensitive areas with his tongue before slowly skipping over her panties and moving down the other leg. Oh why did he love teasing her so much? His warm tongue and lips taunting at her delicate flesh was making her anxious to know what he was going to do to her next. She knew that he was purposefully teasing her, but she needed more than this... She just wanted him to touch her already!
When they heard the door open behind them, both of them froze instantly. She looked over to the door to see Motoki walk in while reading over a stack of papers. At first he didn't notice them, but at her sudden movement to cover herself, he looked in their direction and yelped in surprise.
"What the hell!" he yelled in astonishment, staring at them both accusingly as he crumpled the papers in his hands.
She lifted her leg off of Mamoru's shoulder and scrambled to cover herself quickly. OMG! She couldn't believe that Motoki had caught them like this! Not to mention, he'd just seen EVERYTHING! This was completely mortifying! She tucked her breasts back into her bra and pulled her skirt to cover her red panties that were now visible due to Mamoru's tugging. She tried to avoid looking at Motoki's face as much as she could.
Mamoru however, simply straightened up calmly and pulled her into a hug that was half shielding her from Motoki and she was grateful. She was still overexposed due to the fact that Mamoru had flung her shirt across the room and there was no way to get it without getting embarrassingly close to Motoki... Oh god she wanted to die!
"Motoki..." Mamoru addressed him casually, as if they had just pleasantly bumped into each other in the park. She wanted to kill him for being able to keep his composure even in the worst of situations! He got up while buttoning his shirt, thankfully blocking Motoki's view of her and she curled up into a little ball in the couch.
This served her right! She knew that hooking up with Mamoru was a terrible idea! Why did she still do it anyway? Now look at her punishment... it was the most cruel of them all! Motoki would never be able to look at her the same way. She was a WHORE!
"I can't fucking believe you, Mamoru!" Motoki yelled. She felt tiny in his roaring anger; she'd never seen Motoki truly mad before and she definitely didn't want to face him like this now. She gulped; oh please let her disappear into the cushions! "Usagi!" Motoki called to her threateningly, moving around Mamoru to look at her.
She crossed her arms in front of her protectively and shrunk back into her seat; she felt like her father had caught her! She was sure that she couldn't feel any guiltier or dirtier than this. If only she had some sort of Sailor power that could allow her to erase his memories so she wouldn't have to go through this embarrassment! She'd probably erase Mamoru's mind as well and maybe hers too because she just didn't want to ever remember this moment in her life again!
"Are you serious?" Motoki demanded and she had no idea how to respond to him; she didn't even know what he was really asking her. She got up hurriedly, trying to pass him to get her shirt off the floor quickly before she lost anymore of her dignity. But Motoki held his arm out, blocking her from passing and she stepped back confused. "Mamoru? Really?!" he asked her in disbelief.
"I have to go," she muttered, pushing past him and picking her shirt off the floor. She didn't have time to stand there being questioned. The faster she could get out of this awful situation, the better. Mamoru gave her a sympathetic look as she made her way to the door, but she ignored him, putting her shirt back on.
"We still on for that run?" she heard Motoki ask, but she refused to turn around. He was mocking her and he knew it, asshole. She didn't think that there was any way that she was going to be able to face him so soon AND THEN not to mention, there was that beach trip tomorrow... She was screwed.
"I think I'll pass," she uttered sarcastically, not caring whether he'd heard her on not and just focused on opening the door and leaving. Maybe she just wouldn't go to the beach tomorrow either.
She walked out the room and made a right to leave out the back exit; she needed to get out of there fast. She felt her arm being tugged right before she got outside and she turned around to find Mamoru looking surprisingly apologetic.
Although she was so fucking embarrassed at what she'd been caught doing, she couldn't help but want to blame it all on him. He should have known better than do this with her when Motoki was around! When she had seen Mamoru at Motoki's desk, she'd assumed that it was because Motoki had gone home for the day. If she'd known that he was still here, she (maybe) would not have done anything with him.
"He had told me that he was going home," Mamoru said guiltily at her red face. "I thought that he had left already." She took a deep breath; she had to let it all go and try to forget this ever happened. "He'll get over it," he promised. "We can always try again tomorrow," he teased, but she wanted to punch him for saying that. Couldn't he see just how sensitive she was about what just happened?
"You're such a jackass," she muttered, walking away from him.
"You'll get over it too," he promised before going back inside. She rolled her eyes.
Hopefully, tomorrow she could avoid looking Motoki in the face and pretend like this hadn't happened in the first place. She started walking briskly, hoping that she wouldn't bump into any of her friends on her way home; she really needed time to think. Oh the things that could of happened if only she and Mamoru had not been interrupted... She sighed dreamily despite herself; it had been going so good too. But like he said, there was always tomorrow.
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(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. The story is my original and I write for fun without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)
Seven Days
Chapter 6
What a mess!
*Usagi*
She was about to open her mouth to ask Mamoru what the hell was he staring at, but she didn't get the chance as he bent down toward her. He pressed his lips against hers silently; the kiss was quick, but wonderful and she felt her body heating up to his touch. She looked up wonderingly at his gaze once he backed away. Those eyes...
He moved away from her and into the seat across from her, fixing her with a cocky grin. She wanted to swoon! However, embarrassment quickly settled over her when she realized how willing and susceptible she was to his charms. Damn him for being so sexy. Even worse however, was the way her body was reacting to him; she was breathless and excited and oh god, she wanted more!
But anger quickly rose in her along with a bit of panic. She looked around her to make sure none of her friends were at the arcade. Thankfully they weren't. This idiot! Didn't she make it perfectly clear that she didn't want anyone knowing about them! What would happen if Motoki or worse, Rei, had seen them? Could she live through that experience? She shuddered at the thought of Rei catching them: it would be bloody murder!
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked angrily. He leaned back on his seat with his head resting on his arms behind him and just watched her. He didn't answer her right away; his lips were curved into a sexy little grin.
"I just had a long day at work and this is how you treat me?" he said sighing loudly at her lack of enthusiasm for his presence.
"You jerk!" she hissed. "Don't you know anything about personal space? You can't kiss me whenever you feel like it! As a matter of fact, why are you even sitting here with me? We're not friends! Go away!"
"I thought we were done with all the pretending Odango. You know you want me," he said arrogantly, stroking her legs from under the table. Heat rose to her face; this stupid, conceited, brute! She didn't want to be touching him, but there just wasn't enough room under the table. She moved her legs as far away from him as possible, but it was no use; he was too tall and no matter what she did, her leg would still be brushed up against his. "Stop trying to fight it..." he teased. She wanted to scream. He drove her nuts (in both good and bad ways) and she hated him for it.
"Just in time to interrupt your pointless arguments!" Motoki said cheerfully, coming out of nowhere to plop a huge bowl of dessert in front of her. "Usagi-chan, this is for you!" Her eyes widened, momentarily forgetting her anger toward Mamoru.
Right there in front of her lay the most beautiful looking thing she'd seen in her life; a multi-scoop sundae with chocolate and vanilla ice cream, topped with all her favorite fruits, caramel swirl and whipped cream. She turned to look at Motoki in awe and he smiled at her; she could faint of happiness!
"This is a thank you for helping me out. I couldn't have done it without you." She smiled appreciatively; he really WAS the best!
"Geez, Motoki. What about me? I helped too you know." Mamoru commented dryly and Motoki shrugged indifferently, handing him a spoon as well. She glared at Mamoru for wanting some of her ice cream; this was all hers, hers!
"But it's mine!" she whined in protest as his spoon dipped into her yummy whipped cream; she didn't want to share with this egotistical jackass!
"Relax, Odango. Pretend this is a date," he teased easily, taking another spoonful. Although she was starting to get thoroughly annoyed by his stupid comments, she decided that it was best to just ignore him. She took a deep breath to calm herself and even though she was overly protective over her food, she forced herself to let it go.
"Thank you, Motoki! You're the best!" she smiled up at Motoki and he smiled back.
"You know, we should hang out more often," Motoki suggested and she nodded her head enthusiastically. "You're pretty fun," he winked.
"Thanks!" she smiled back. "And I never knew that you were such a good tango partner!" she laughed, reminiscing about their morning adventures; they did have a lot of fun. Motoki shrugged whimsically.
"I'm just full of surprises!" he said in mockingly mysterious tone while shimmying his shoulders. She laughed.
He walked away from them and she turned back to her ice cream, dreaming about taking her first delicious taste. She picked up the spoon that Motoki had offered her and was about to start digging in, when she realized to her horror that about half of the chocolate ice cream was nearly gone.
"You didn't want to tango with me last night..." Mamoru commented, a smile barely gracing his lips. "Why Motoki?"
She didn't even want to give him an answer to such a ridiculous question; he knew that they were talking about completely different things! She couldn't meet his eyes though; why was he looking at her like that.
"Be serious..." she muttered, taking a spoonful of her ice cream. He dipped his spoon again into her bowl, taking another bit of her whipped cream and caramel.
"Is it because you're in love with him?" he asked, still staring at her. She almost laughed because although his expression was totally serious, he was saying the silliest things.
"Oh please!" she mumbled, but he was still looking at her with his annoyingly sexy smile. "That's not true," she replied lowly. Motoki was a great friend of hers; and sure, she'd liked him when they first met, but not anymore. "I don't like Motoki..." She liked him...
"Then let's go have sex right now," he offered smoothly, his hand grabbing her leg from under the table again. She couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth!
She let go of her spoon suddenly at his touch and it disappeared into the whipped cream and quickly melting ice cream. She clenched her jaw in frustration; dammit why did he do stuff like that to her! His fingers were softly passing over her knee and making her stomach summersault; this had to end!
"Don't say stuff like that!" she whispered in embarrassment. What was wrong with him?!
She reached over to grab the napkin that was on the table to wipe off the ice cream that had splashed on her hand and a couple of blueberries rolled off the table in the process. Apparently, Mamoru didn't like blueberries and spit them out into the napkin; what a retard.
"Dammit, Mamoru!" she accused him angrily, noticing how they all scattered across the floor in front of their table.
"I did nothing," he said calmly.
She ignored him and was about to clean up the mess when she heard an alert message come from her phone. She dug for it in her bag until she found it and realized that it was a text message from Makoto saying that she wasn't able to make it tonight for their running session. She pouted at the news, how lame!
"Now, this is something you don't see everyday." They heard someone drawl from behind her and she turned around to see Rei coming toward them, a curiously surprised expression on her face. Usagi stiffened and gave a warning glance to Mamoru. He better not start acting up!
"Rei-chan!" Usagi said casually, not knowing how to explain why she was sitting with Mamoru.
Rei studied them closely and she knew the sticky situation she was in. She and Mamoru were sitting in the back of the arcade squished up in a couple's booth with two spoons and an ice cream bowl between them. She tried her hardest not to look guilty.
"I just passed by to tell you about our plans," Rei smiled, playing oblivious to their situation. "Ami finally agreed to come to the beach tomorrow, so we're all gonna go. You're coming, right?" she asked her excitedly and she nodded her head enthusiastically; hell yeah she was going! She loved the beach!
"Of course!" she gushed. "Wait, do you want to go running with me later cause Mako-chan cancelled on me." Rei shook her head apologetically. "Please?! You know I don't like going alone!" she begged, but Rei had already dismissed her.
"I'm sure you'll find someone else to go with you, Usagi," Rei said and Usagi didn't like her subtle implication. Rei turned to Mamoru, who had been watching their encounter uncharacteristically silent. "Would you and Furu-san like to join us?" Rei asked him politely and Usagi held her breath; please say no, please say no!
"Sounds like fun," he said with a charming smile and Rei smiled graciously. Aw gawd! What had Rei done! Going to the beach with Mamoru was going to be pure torture for her! There was no way that she'd be able to behave chastely with his beautiful body in full view! What was she going to do; Rei couldn't see her like that!
"Well, we all are going to meet in the morning to take the train." Rei started giving them the instructions of where to meet.
"How about we all just meet here at about ten," Mamoru interjected. "I'll get a bus to drive us over there." Rei protested, saying that he didn't have to do that, but he insisted and so it was settled. Rei said that she'd see them tomorrow and left because she was meeting with some friends from her school to go to the mall.
Usagi turned to Mamoru once Rei was gone and stared at him angrily; why had he agreed to come? What was wrong with him; he was going to make things totally awkward! She seethe. He loved getting her mad. He ignored her disgruntled look and pointed to the berries on the floor, which were now crushed because Rei had stepped on nearly all of them.
She threw him a scowl, not caring about the damn jelly on the floor; now she really had something to be mad about. One- how was going to act around Mamoru tomorrow and two -(even worse), she couldn't look like a fat cow in front of him! Did you see the size of the thing she just ate! Now she most definitely needed to go running. But she couldn't go running by herself; it just wasn't cool. Not only did she need the motivation of another person to even to go in the first place, but also she only liked going at night, usually around nine. Sailor Moon or not, it wasn't exactly safe to be out that late. She wanted to howl in frustration; now she really was going to turn into a fat pig!
Her thoughts were disrupted she watched as Motoki walk over to their table with his apron was off. He had three bottles of soda in his hand and she scooted over as much as she could so that he could sit next to her because there wasn't any space for him on the other side; Mamoru took up practically the entire tiny bench.
"So what's going on?" Motoki asked, passing them each a drink while taking a sip from his own.
"We're going to the beach tomorrow," Mamoru informed him and Motoki grinned, stretching his arm casually around the back of her seat.
"Oh really? Who else?" he asked curiously.
"Her friends and I think I'll probably tell Jed and the rest of them," Mamoru answered. She sighed in relief; although she had no idea who he was talking about, she thanked god he was inviting his friends too, she needed a distraction from him. He finished relaying the plans and Motoki nodded.
"Sounds like fun," Motoki answered and looked around on the floor noticing the mess. "What's all that shit on the floor?" he asked and she looked at him a little guiltily, ready to explain herself.
"Odango's mess," Mamoru said calmly and she stared evilly at him. Motoki looked down at her beside him and waited for her answer.
"I'll clean it up before I go," she assured him and he nodded, twirling his fingers around her ponytail.
"You should get away from him, before he starts sniffing it," Mamoru warned her and Motoki rolled his eyes.
"What do you mean?" she wondered. "You like my hair?" Now that she thought about it, he had played with it before; she just never really gave it much thought.
"Yeah, I do..." he said, his fingers still twirling around her curls. She looked at Motoki with a smile; how cute! Maybe it was a little odd since she thought only girls liked playing with hair, but she didn't mind him touching hers.
"I think that Motoki must have been a gay hairdresser in his previous life," Mamoru smirked. Motoki chuckled.
"You're probably right," he said with a shrug, moving his hand away from her hair, but keeping it around her shoulders.
"I can't believe that you didn't know about his weird fascination with girls hair," Mamoru said with a shake to his head. She frowned at him; it's not like she hung out with them for her to know these things.
"At least I'm not freakishly obsessed with ham," Motoki responded sarcastically and Mamoru narrowed his eyes at him.
"I'm not obsessed; it just taste really good," Mamoru defended himself and she had to admit that she was highly amused. Ham?
"Did you know that Mamoru puts ham on everything? His salads, sushi, dumplings or he just eats it straight out the package, by itself!" Usagi covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Somehow she couldn't imagine Mamoru having the midnight munchies and grabbing the cold cuts package in the back of his fridge.
"It's perfect for when I'm craving something salty..." Mamoru admitted, a slight look of embarrassment in his features. She couldn't contain her laughter anymore; seeing Mamoru flustered was much more than she could handle! Surprisingly, that he didn't look mad actually either and was kind of laughing too.
"That's so funny!" she laughed, wishing that she knew what other quirky habits they had. It was a shame that she really didn't know much about either of them; these past two days having been the most time that she'd ever spend with them.
"I saw Cass yesterday," Mamoru said sporadically to change the subject off of him. Motoki's expression changed at the mention of her name.
"Oh yeah?" he asked, eyes furrowed. "She came yesterday?" Mamoru nodded in response. "She didn't look for me...but she has been avoiding me ever since I asked for my keys back. Can you believe it's been almost a month?" he said with a shake of his head.
"She lives in your house?" she asked confused. Who was this Cass girl to them anyhow? Yesterday she had wondered when she and Mamoru had chatted quite casually, even flirtatiously she thought. But was she Motoki's ex-girlfriend or something? Because what other reason was there for her to have his house keys?
"No, she doesn't. She's just a friend that we're letting stay at another place that we have uptown," he said, but his answer only confused her further. Motoki and Mamoru had a house together?
"You and Mamoru have a place together?" she deadpanned. "What are you guys; married or something...?" she mocked and Mamoru rolled his eyes at her.
"It's kind of a party pad," Motoki clarified with a shrug. "But we rarely use it."
Well that made sense then, she couldn't forget that they both attended college and probably partied all the time. To have a place just for that seemed kind of a waste to her, but then again they were both rich. Filthy rich probably if she really thought about it.
She'd always known Mamoru had money, from where, she didn't know, but she guessed that it was his parent's. And even though Motoki didn't act like it, he was the owner of the arcade, so he definitely had money. Now that she thought about it, she was sure that he also owned the restaurant a couple of blocks down from here; what was it called... the Crown Fruit Parlor or something like that.
Then it came to her: wow! They really were perfect! They were both ridiculously handsome and insanely rich. They attended the best University in the country AND apparently, were also party animals with various homes around the city. It didn't get much better than that! She was sure they were also the most popular guys at school too (yesterday's party was packed with the most good looking people she'd ever seen in one place) and they were probably the guys that every guy wanted to be.
She knew Mamoru was the typical playboy, but she didn't really imagine Motoki being like that even though she new he was. Motoki (in her eyes) was nice and sweet and didn't insult her like his jackass of a friend. The simple fact that he worked, even though he could definitely afford not to, was proof enough that he was a very grounded person. Sure Mamoru worked too, but she knew it was an easy office job. She'd heard him complain to Motoki once about how pointless some meetings were and how he was tired of sitting on his lazy ass all day because there was nothing else for him to do. If only he had a piece of humble pie like Motoki, then he'd realize that at least he was lucky that he was getting paid to do absolutely nothing!
"A 'party pad'?" she rolled her eyes. "It sounds dirty..." she shivered. She would never in a million years ever want to go to bachelor pad, especially if it belonged to Mamoru. If the walls could talk, they'd probably only know how to moan and pant.
"I doubt your mind can even fathom just how dirty that place is," Mamoru said as he and Motoki laughed at their own filthy inside jokes. She grimaced; she did not want to know what happened there.
"You guys are sick," she concluded and neither one protested her opinion. "What else don't I know about you freaks?" she wondered. "Clearly three years is not enough to know that you're obsessed with ham and hair..."
She was getting more curious about these two; they were both people that she just happened to see on her way to do other things, but she'd never actually did anything with either of them. Yesterday was the first time really that she and Mamoru had spoken without being in some sort of argument (kind of) and this morning was her first real conversation with Motoki where it wasn't just her talking and him nodding the whole time.
"You know us, Usa," Motoki said, but she shook her head in disagreement.
"I know that you have a sister and that you own this arcade," she said looking at Motoki and he nodded slowly. She turned to Mamoru. "And I know that you're an ass. That's it."
"Come on, Odango; I'm sure that you know more than that," Mamoru commented, a devilish gleam in his eye.
"And that you hate blueberries," she added for his benefit. "But I only just found that out right now," she said mentioning the mess on the floor. "So besides your name, your age and what school you both go to, I don't know anything else."
"Motoki grabbed our high school social studies teacher's ass in front of the whole class in 11th grade..." Mamoru blurted randomly and she had to admit she was surprised.
"Mamoru kissed a dog as a dare in that same class!" Motoki added. Oh god that was nasty.
"Motoki was a horrible student in high school!" Mamoru shot back.
"Mamoru failed every class his freshman year of college!" Motoki countered and Mamoru glared at him. Okay so now they were starting to look angry at each other.
"Only because I was too busy fucking your girlfriend!" Mamoru snapped. She hoped that he was kidding...
"And that's why Setsuna came running to me..." Motoki purred and Mamoru stayed silent. Awkward!
"That's a little harsh!" Usagi whispered, wondering if it was true that they had slept with each other's girlfriends. Why were guys were so mean to each other when they were supposed to be joking around?
"Fuck you," Mamoru finally muttered to Motoki, but he didn't really look mad. Motoki sat back triumphantly and Usagi was surprised at his attitude. Weren't they friends? They shouldn't be trying to hurt each other's feelings!
"That's what Setsuna asked me every night..." Motoki continued and Usagi elbowed him in the ribs. What was wrong with him!
"Why are you being so mean?" she hissed. Talking about stealing someone's girlfriend was not okay!
"Geez, Odango relax. We're just kidding," Mamoru drawled and she wasn't sure if he was lying or not. Seriously, who joked around like that? But Mamoru was grinning now and she couldn't understand why. "Do you seriously think that I'd still be friends with him if he stole a girl away from me?" She shrugged, not really knowing the answer.
She knew Mamoru was extremely possessive and had a nasty temper; so yeah, she did doubt that he'd ever talk to Motoki again if that did happen. But then again, the nature of their very friendship was questionable to begin with. Motoki and Mamoru were almost polar opposites in attitudes and she always wondered how it was that they were even friends at all, so anything was possible really.
"And do you seriously believe that I would actually steal someone's girlfriend?" Motoki asked her angelically. His tone had her wondering actually.
"Well, I guess not..." she said. "But, was it any of it true then?" she asked them confused. "Did you really kiss a dog?" she wondered because she really had to know; she'd never imagine Mamoru ever doing something so gross like that.
"I kiss bitches all the time," he replied nonchalantly and Motoki laughed. Usagi rolled her eyes, giving up. These two were imbeciles...
"Forget it," she muttered, mad cause they were just taunting her now.
"Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow," Motoki said finally after he stopped laughing. He slid off the booth to leave, but Usagi pulled on his arm before he left; how could she forget! She should ask him to go jogging with her. He probably wouldn't want to go, but she doubted he would say no to her.
"Will you come jogging with me later?" she asked hopefully and he looked at her uneasily.
"I really... don't want to," he said carefully and she pouted; at least he was honest.
"Please!" she begged; he really was her last option. "It'll be a quick run, I swear! I just don't want to go by myself."
"If all you need is a companion, then take Mamoru. He likes to run..." Motoki said uncomfortably, looking toward Mamoru for his help.
"I already went on my run this morning so you're out of luck, Odango," Mamoru said very unsympathetically.
"See? He doesn't want to go with me!" Usagi accused even though in reality she hadn't actually asked Mamoru if he wanted to join her, but knew she'd be declined either way. "It's entirely your fault that I have to go in the first place, you know! You're the one that gave me that huge ice cream bowl!" Motoki sucked his teeth at her comment, but knew he was feeling the guilt.
"I really don't want to," he said stubbornly.
"I came to help you today..." she said finally, knowing that he couldn't say no after that.
"Fine. I'll go!" Motoki said exasperated and she clapped excitedly. She told him where and at what time they were going to meet and he agreed with a heavy sigh. "Oh and Usagi, please go to the back and get a broom to clean this shit up," he said pointing to the floor, slightly on edge from losing the battle. She blushed embarrassed, but nodded dutifully.
"Whatever you want, Motoki-sama!" she said and scampered off to the back to fix the mess she'd made.
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*Usagi*
She had already checked in two rooms and three closets, but she still wasn't able to locate the elusive broom Motoki had told her about. It today's earlier mess, nothing yet seemed to be where it was supposed to be and she couldn't simply pick up the mess with napkins because her skirt was way too short for her to bend down. She sighed and gave up trying to find the broom by herself; she would just have to find Motoki to ask him where to get it.
She knocked on the door to Motoki's office before stepping in and she was surprised to find Mamoru instead, sitting at his desk. He was busy scribbling notes on papers that were messily arranged around him while crunching numbers into a calculator. He didn't appear to be snooping through Motoki's things, but then what else could he be doing there? He looked up at her briefly when she entered, but didn't pay her any more attention than that.
"What are you doing?" she asked when he ignored her. He jabbed another equation into the calculator before speaking.
"I'm Motoki's financial advisor," he said busily, answering her question in one shot (she really didn't know a thing about him). She wanted to make a quick joke about him knowing how to count, but decided against it and stood pensive against the doorway. "What do you want?" he asked her after a moment of silence and she stuttered embarrassingly, realizing that she'd been creepily watching him the whole time as he worked.
"I... uhh, can't find the broom," she said dumbly and he held up a finger to her.
"Wait," he told her, getting up and piling the papers neatly around him. Although she had no idea why he asked her to do so, she obeyed and waited at the doorway until he finished a brief phone call. "I have the papers... yeah... I know... I need you to look through the dates from February to April... no... I'm faxing them over now." He hung up quickly and threw her an apologetic look as he loaded in the fax machine in the left corner of the room and pressed numbers. It wasn't until he saw it suck up the papers and start its task that he turned to face her.
"Do you know where it is?" she asked him and he looked at her confused.
"What do you want again?" he asked, walking to exit the room with her.
"I just need the broom to pick up the stuff off the floor," she said and Mamoru nodded quickly in remembrance, steering her into the empty employees lounge. They peeked in and sure enough the sweeper and dust pail lay alongside the couch in the corner of the room; she felt dumb for forgetting to check in there earlier. "Thanks," she mumbled and went over to grab it.
She picked it up and turned around; Mamoru stood in the center of the doorway with a mocking grin and she had this strange feeling that he was going to stop her from leaving. He did look so good though; maybe she wouldn't exactly mind getting into it with him at the moment... NO! She couldn't let herself think that way!
"Are you sure this wasn't one of your plans to get me alone?" he asked and she took a deep breath; only he would ever see an innocent situation as a sexual quest!
"Trust me," she muttered walking toward the doorway. "I don't want to be alone with you." He stubbornly stood in her way as she tried to leave.
"Probably because you're scared you can't behave yourself around me," he teased and she had to hide her face from him. His words could not be truer.
"Let me pass," she pleaded. The longer she stood in the room, the more susceptible she would become.
"I think this is a great opportunity for me to try my luck again," he teased, talking a step closer to her. She looked up at him flushed. She had no idea as to what he was proposing, but understood just one thing: she had to leave while she still had a chance!
"Not going to happen!" she refused quickly, trying to sidestep him.
"What's the rush, darling?" he said, grabbing onto her wrist before she swiped by him. "You can't seriously believe that I'm going to let you leave here, do you?" His stare was enough to make her gulp, but it was his words that froze her in place.
"You've got to be kidding me, right?" she asked shakily. He didn't respond and simply shut the door behind him with his foot. She looked at him wide eyed; how dare he trap her?
"I want you right here," he explained rather intensely. She took a couple of steps backwards, but he matched them.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a nervous laugh, her throat becoming dry. The gleam in his eye didn't look exactly innocent and she was so scared, but incredibly excited at the same time. Oh the paradox of Mamoru!
"What you were practically begging for last night before you chickened out," he replied taking the final step forward so that they were almost touching. She forced herself to take another step back and placed a hand on his chest to keep him from getting closer.
"Don't think that I won't scream," she threatened, but he didn't believe her for a second.
"You wouldn't dare," he said wryly as he slid his hand down the arm that held the cleaning utensils. As soon as he gently pried them from her, she let them go instantly and they fell to the floor noisily.
"You don't know anything!" she bluffed, but he could probably see it in her eyes that she was lying. He was so close to her and who was she kidding? She probably wanted this more than he did!
"Trust me; I know," he insisted, pulling her to him. His hands slowly slid around her waist and caressed her lower back. Their bodies pressed up against each other sent shivers running up her spine and she could feel his breath right by her ear, quickening her pulse. "You want this as much as I do."
She closed her eyes as he started kissing her neck and her breath hitched at the feel of his lips. How in the world was she supposed to resist him when he so perfectly knew just how to destroy her? Every single one of his touches drew a moan from her and there was nothing in her arsenal that could prevent this outcome. She was completely helpless against him.
"Don't do this to me..." she begged because it seemed like the only way to ask for his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted with her right now and she wouldn't be able stop him (not that she really wanted to anyhow). "You're such a jerk," she whispered. She couldn't take any more of his soft caresses...
"I promise that I won't do anything you don't want me to," he assured her, but they were empty words. Although he was claiming that she had some sort of control over the situation, they both knew that it wasn't true; he could do whatever he wanted to her right now and she would let him.
He kissed up her jaw, stopping short of her lips and stared at her expectantly. When he didn't press on, she realized that he really was giving her a choice and that this was her chance to move away, to put an end to the charade before it went too far. They both knew that once they kissed fully, they would be all over each other; there would be no turning back after that. His touches were completely intoxicating, driving her up the wall in both anxiety and exhilaration, but the truth was, she had no idea if she was ready for him.
Last night it was relatively easy to get caught up in the moment, which was how they'd gotten so far in the first place, but today was the sobering day. It was the day dedicated to thinking about those actions, to follow through with the consequences of those actions. Last night could be easily overlooked as a moment of irrationality, but today the excuse no longer held up. If they continued on, the game would take on a whole different meaning; it couldn't be discounted as a one-time lapse of judgment. It would go deeper, way deeper.
There were so many pros and cons in this situation that she was torn in two directions. She could either walk out the door behind him or throw herself into his arms... Both decisions would lead to regret--that was a given. If she left this room right now, at first she'd feel embarrassed and immature for acting like a prude, but as time went by, she would eventually become proud of herself for resisting temptation. She'd only wonder how long it would take before she wished that she'd lived a little and taken her chances with this encounter (probably not too long...).
If she stayed here with him, she knew that the gratification would be immediate, because being with Mamoru was like having a ticket straight to cloud nine. Of course, the repercussion of those actions would come later on in the form of their eventual encounters. Would they even be able to look each other in the eye? Would they ever talk to each other again afterwards, or would they avoid one another altogether?
That was the unknown that she was most afraid of because it was the one consequence that she knew she couldn't handle... Her choice all boiled down to at what cost was she willing to pay for her steamy experiences with him. Deep down she knew that she'd only really had one choice to begin with and in a unanimous decision between her body and brain, she finally made up her mind.
"How can I believe you're going to let me dictate," she responded, "when you locked me in here like you're ready to rape me."
"Oh that's still not completely off the table," he countered with a smirk. "I was just giving you a courtesy option to make you feel more comfortable, but we both know the choice you'll make anyway."
"Oh really? And what decision is that?" she wondered, barely able to keep a straight face as he teased her.
"The one where I undress you," he said, his hands ready at the hem of her shirt. She couldn't help but laugh lightly at his incredible arrogance, but didn't dispute with him. He was right anyway.
"I can't believe that I'm letting you do this," she said shamefully, reaching out to grab onto his shoulders. He easily caught her as she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I swear, its like you bring out the worst in me," she complained, sliding her arms around her neck.
"Yeah right. You're the Queen of Recklessness; this is perfect for you." She thought about what he said for a moment and found herself oddly agreeing with him.
"I guess that's why I can't stay away from you," she admitted thoughtfully. "It's cause you're so bad for me." He grinned at her revelation, bringing her face closer to his.
"I'm glad you're finally admitting that you can't resist me," he joked and she bit her lip, wishing she hadn't just said that.
"But I still hate you," she insisted, staring at his ever nearing lips.
"Oh course you do, Odango." He held her backside with both hands, massaging her buttocks rigorously and she felt the flame light within her. "I hate you too," he teased, his mouth just millimeters away. No longer being able to withhold herself, she moved in to kiss him.
He responded quickly and she melted into his embrace as he rubbed her more urgently. His mouth was hot on hers, making her body tremble. She was really grateful that he was holding onto her so tightly because although she was grabbing onto him as much as she could, she still felt herself slipping...
He carried her over to the couch and sat down, bringing her down onto his lap. Once she straddled him, he pulled her down roughly to him and she couldn't contain her moan at the feel of his erection pressing against her. His lips came down hungrily on her throat and neck and she started moving her hips on top of him, craving their intense friction. He in turn, ground himself further into her and they increased their pace, her desire for him growing with each sensuous movement.
Her breathing was erratic and she was flushed; he was making her so hot! She knew that she was going a hundred miles an hour, but she didn't want to stop... she wanted this... him. He silenced her moaning with a rough kiss and she could feel her whole world spinning as their tongues mixed together.
He finally removed her shirt, his hands roaming madly over her exposed body and she twitched in pleasure under his burning gaze. His clouded eyes focused on her pierced navel before rising up to admire her chest and popped her breasts out of her bra. Her arousal peaked at the feel of his hands on her and she was so ready for him to completely ravish her!
"Beautiful..." he murmured and she burned with anticipation as he licked all around her breasts, but avoided her nipples. As much as she enjoyed his teasing, this was not the time for him to be playing around with her and so she grabbed his hair and forced him to latch on. He groaned with her nipple in his mouth and looked at her wickedly. "Oh baby girl, you really want this..." he teased and she didn't know how to formulate coherent words to tell him to shut up and keep sucking!
His teasing set the tone for which she knew their fooling around was all about. They were literally reflections of how they acted normally; it was the same push and pull that they were so used to. It was like their teasing would never end and for some strange reason she could not find herself bothered by it.
"Oh shut u-!" she started, but she only ended in a whimper when he bit down on her painfully. She knew she should have been angry, but could only find herself more turned on by his rough play and cried out in pleasure as he pinched her other nipple just has hard. He was just as dominating now as he was in conversation and it was turning out to be a much better attribute than she thought.
"You're not allowed to complain," he reprimanded her, pushing her down onto the couch so that he was now hovering over her. One of his hands moved up her skirt and she moaned as he rubbed over her panties sensuously. He definitely knew all the right moves. She started unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to have more of him to touch and she roved over his muscular chest and broad shoulders; his body was perfect.
He spread her legs and wedged himself in between them, propping her up on the armrest of the couch. He slowly kissed down her chest to her navel, hooking the hem of her skirt with two fingers and slowly pulling them lower, swirling his tongue tantalizingly close to the waistline. She gasped and twitched when his tongue reached daringly low and he smirked at her na•ve reaction.
He moved away from her and she was disappointed at herself for squirming like a little kid; she really didn't want him to stop! Thankfully he only moved so that he could place one of her legs on his shoulder and started caressing it softly. He kissed her knee, slowly making his way up her inner thigh.
He kissed higher, making sure to tease the extra sensitive areas with his tongue before slowly skipping over her panties and moving down the other leg. Oh why did he love teasing her so much? His warm tongue and lips taunting at her delicate flesh was making her anxious to know what he was going to do to her next. She knew that he was purposefully teasing her, but she needed more than this... She just wanted him to touch her already!
When they heard the door open behind them, both of them froze instantly. She looked over to the door to see Motoki walk in while reading over a stack of papers. At first he didn't notice them, but at her sudden movement to cover herself, he looked in their direction and yelped in surprise.
"What the hell!" he yelled in astonishment, staring at them both accusingly as he crumpled the papers in his hands.
She lifted her leg off of Mamoru's shoulder and scrambled to cover herself quickly. OMG! She couldn't believe that Motoki had caught them like this! Not to mention, he'd just seen EVERYTHING! This was completely mortifying! She tucked her breasts back into her bra and pulled her skirt to cover her red panties that were now visible due to Mamoru's tugging. She tried to avoid looking at Motoki's face as much as she could.
Mamoru however, simply straightened up calmly and pulled her into a hug that was half shielding her from Motoki and she was grateful. She was still overexposed due to the fact that Mamoru had flung her shirt across the room and there was no way to get it without getting embarrassingly close to Motoki... Oh god she wanted to die!
"Motoki..." Mamoru addressed him casually, as if they had just pleasantly bumped into each other in the park. She wanted to kill him for being able to keep his composure even in the worst of situations! He got up while buttoning his shirt, thankfully blocking Motoki's view of her and she curled up into a little ball in the couch.
This served her right! She knew that hooking up with Mamoru was a terrible idea! Why did she still do it anyway? Now look at her punishment... it was the most cruel of them all! Motoki would never be able to look at her the same way. She was a WHORE!
"I can't fucking believe you, Mamoru!" Motoki yelled. She felt tiny in his roaring anger; she'd never seen Motoki truly mad before and she definitely didn't want to face him like this now. She gulped; oh please let her disappear into the cushions! "Usagi!" Motoki called to her threateningly, moving around Mamoru to look at her.
She crossed her arms in front of her protectively and shrunk back into her seat; she felt like her father had caught her! She was sure that she couldn't feel any guiltier or dirtier than this. If only she had some sort of Sailor power that could allow her to erase his memories so she wouldn't have to go through this embarrassment! She'd probably erase Mamoru's mind as well and maybe hers too because she just didn't want to ever remember this moment in her life again!
"Are you serious?" Motoki demanded and she had no idea how to respond to him; she didn't even know what he was really asking her. She got up hurriedly, trying to pass him to get her shirt off the floor quickly before she lost anymore of her dignity. But Motoki held his arm out, blocking her from passing and she stepped back confused. "Mamoru? Really?!" he asked her in disbelief.
"I have to go," she muttered, pushing past him and picking her shirt off the floor. She didn't have time to stand there being questioned. The faster she could get out of this awful situation, the better. Mamoru gave her a sympathetic look as she made her way to the door, but she ignored him, putting her shirt back on.
"We still on for that run?" she heard Motoki ask, but she refused to turn around. He was mocking her and he knew it, asshole. She didn't think that there was any way that she was going to be able to face him so soon AND THEN not to mention, there was that beach trip tomorrow... She was screwed.
"I think I'll pass," she uttered sarcastically, not caring whether he'd heard her on not and just focused on opening the door and leaving. Maybe she just wouldn't go to the beach tomorrow either.
She walked out the room and made a right to leave out the back exit; she needed to get out of there fast. She felt her arm being tugged right before she got outside and she turned around to find Mamoru looking surprisingly apologetic.
Although she was so fucking embarrassed at what she'd been caught doing, she couldn't help but want to blame it all on him. He should have known better than do this with her when Motoki was around! When she had seen Mamoru at Motoki's desk, she'd assumed that it was because Motoki had gone home for the day. If she'd known that he was still here, she (maybe) would not have done anything with him.
"He had told me that he was going home," Mamoru said guiltily at her red face. "I thought that he had left already." She took a deep breath; she had to let it all go and try to forget this ever happened. "He'll get over it," he promised. "We can always try again tomorrow," he teased, but she wanted to punch him for saying that. Couldn't he see just how sensitive she was about what just happened?
"You're such a jackass," she muttered, walking away from him.
"You'll get over it too," he promised before going back inside. She rolled her eyes.
Hopefully, tomorrow she could avoid looking Motoki in the face and pretend like this hadn't happened in the first place. She started walking briskly, hoping that she wouldn't bump into any of her friends on her way home; she really needed time to think. Oh the things that could of happened if only she and Mamoru had not been interrupted... She sighed dreamily despite herself; it had been going so good too. But like he said, there was always tomorrow.
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