Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Days ❯ Chapter 13 - We’re friends ( Chapter 13 )
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By: CattyKitty 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.01.2013 | Updated On: 01.01.2013 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 496 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.01.2013 | Updated On: 01.01.2013 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 496 | 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 13
We're friends
*Usagi*
"Where do you want to go?" Mamoru asked her after Kunzite had left. "Are you going to do some shopping?" She shook her head. There was no way she was going to buy anything in front of him. "Well, if you're not busy then, maybe you could help me. Motoki's birthday is tomorrow and I don't have anything to give him."
She clapped her hands enthusiastically; she loved shopping for gifts! Just being at the mall and looking around the stores made her excited and actually having a purpose for being there was even more fun. Mamoru looked her oddly; OK so maybe she was too animated, but what girl didn't love shopping? And she had no idea that Motoki's birthday was so close to hers; no wonder they got along so well!
"What do you have in mind?" she asked him, trying to figure out which stores to go into. He shrugged, looking utterly confused. "What did you get him last year?" she asked, hoping that he would give her a clue as to what Motoki liked.
"I got him cuff links," he responded and she was disappointed. Cuff links? Not only was that not helpful, but she couldn't believe that was the crap Mamoru got for his best friend!
"Do you have any idea what to get him?" she asked he shook his head.
"I always end up doing the same thing every year. Waiting till last minute to go shopping, only to end up buying everything online and getting it express delivered." She couldn't help but smile; that was a very guy-ish thing to do. But he didn't need to worry this time; she would definitely help him out however she could! And she would make sure that it was better than a pair of cuff links. "Have any suggestions?" he asked and she pursed her lips.
"Not really..." she admitted. She looked toward the pretty water fountain in the center of the mall, hoping to get some kind of inspiration, but nothing came to her. What kind of things did Motoki like?
"When's your birthday?" Mamoru asked casually, taking a seat on a bench facing the fountain. She sat next to him and she answered him (June 30) then asked him his (which was August 3), realizing that she still had no clue about his life. It was sad how they didn't even know the most basic things about each other... "So your birthday is actually this Friday," he said thoughtfully, playfully rubbing his chin.
"No," she replied instantly, cutting off whatever his train of thought might have been. He better not get any ideas... she refused to take anything from him. This shopping was going to be about Motoki, not her. Mamoru got up and started leading her into a huge jewelry store right behind where they were sitting. She stayed seated, not liking where this was heading anymore.
"Odango!" he called her impatiently and she reluctantly got up to follow him. He grabbed her arm like a child and dragged her into the brightly lit store.
"Good afternoon!" a smiling young clerk greeted them happily, trying to pull them over to her nearest jewelry case. "I see that you two are quite the lovely couple; did you know that we are currently having a huge sale on all of our engagement rings?" the woman chirped her well rehearsed sales pitch. Usagi shuffled her feet embarrassed, before looking up at Mamoru and forcing back her laughter at his horrified expression.
"You're standing too close to me, Odango," Mamoru muttered. "You're confusing the pretty lady!" He teasingly pushed her aside. "I'm just looking for some cuff links," he clarified and the girl nodded once, giving Mamoru a way too seductive smile while asking him to follow her.
Without any hesitation, Usagi grabbed onto Mamoru's arm possessively and he looked down at her with a smirk, but she evaded it. She was not going to be ignored nor upstaged--especially not by some store clerk! The girl turned around, surprised to see her holding on to Mamoru, but forced a smile anyway, pointing to the cuff link section. She went around the counter and started showing them some specific pairs.
"What do you think about those?" Mamoru asked her, pointing to some gold cuff links with rubies on them. She sighed, disappointed that he couldn't come up with something more original for Motoki. Why would he assume that someone wanted to get the same gift twice?
"They're hideous," she lied, just to get him to think outside the box. He couldn't be serious about getting Motoki this again?
"Usagi!" he laughed, pulling her back toward the glass case for her to look again. "Seriously, help me out here," he pleaded and she pouted, mad that he really could make her do anything he'd ask.
She loved this... being out with him and just doing something so random like shopping for gifts. And even though she didn't want to look too much into it, she just knew that she liked spending time with him alone. Especially with the way he pulled her by the waist just now to look at the jewelry case. His hold on her was firm and possessive and... she just wanted to stay this way forever.
He stood behind her as he pointed out the jewelry, but she was hardly paying any attention to what he was trying show her. Shivers were running down her spine at the feel of his body pressed up against her back. He moved her braid to the other shoulder delicately as he explained why he liked the diamond pair best and she just wanted to close her eyes; his mouth was right by her neck and she could feel every breath as he spoke. His fingers touched her skin softly below her ear, his thumb smoothly passing over the base of her neck. She trembled; he was touching the hickey he'd given her yesterday that she had been trying to conceal with her hair.
She closed her eyes in remembrance of the feel of his hands all over her body; his bare skin against hers. Oh how he had made her quiver in ecstasy! Yesterday had been so amazing that just thinking about it was arousing her and she instinctively arched her back, craving more contact with him. He leaned in closer to her ear.
"Later," he promised her sexily. She nodded mutely, not knowing exactly what that meant, but she took a deep breath anyway and tried to clear her thoughts. He was so close to her and it was nearly impossible to concentrate, but she had to try.
Moving away, he gave her a sly smile. Embarrassed that probably knew all the things she was thinking about, she looked away from his stare; she hoped he didn't think of her as a pervert that couldn't get her mind off her own sexual desires!
"How about a watch?" she asked him, hoping that he wouldn't bring up the subject of her rosy cheeks. He shrugged, moving her bangs away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. She blushed even harder, remembering the last time he'd done that... and just what she'd been doing when it happened! Honestly, she wanted to kill him for dropping such hints, his teasing did however make her feel better because clearly they were both thinking about the same things.
"Can we see the men's watches," Mamoru requested smoothly and she was glad that he wasn't going to bring up her wandering thoughts.
The girl led them to the other side of the store and when they reached the section, Usagi pointed out to a couple of watches in the case. The girl pulled all five of them and placed them on top of the counter. She took the first one, admiring it carefully; it was all silver and had beautiful sapphires all round the rim. It was probably really expensive, but knew that Mamoru wouldn't at all care about the price. She passed it to him to get a better view, but he nodded in approval without even touching it.
"Try it on," she insisted, grabbing his hand. "We need to know how it looks like on someone." She opened the watch and slid it on his right wrist since his own watch was on his other. The employee gushed on about how great it looked on him and she had to agree.
"They're all nice," Mamoru answered. "I'll take them all." She stood there shocked. Was he really going to buy them all? Motoki only needed one!
"Um, are you sure about that? He doesn't need that many."
" 'Employee Appreciation Week' is coming up," he responded with air quotes, as if this was the most terrible thing on the planet. "Might as well get everything now." She nodded in understanding.
She had to admit, that it was a pretty good idea; the watches were all really nice. Some were in white gold, while others were platinum or titanium, but all of them had precious stones on them and whomever he gave them to would be most definitely grateful. If he was willing to spend all that money on his employees, then who was she to stop him? She was sure that they all worked hard for him.
"Please give me a couple of minutes to gift wrap these for you," the girl said politely before going to work on the watches they picked. "Feel free to continue browsing." Mamoru nodded and walked over to the women's watches and told her to take a look.
"Pick out a couple of these," he requested. "I need four." She did as he asked and another worker came to their aid. She chose the four that she thought were the most sophisticated and classy, assuming that they were for businesswomen--but then again, she couldn't be too sure about that.
"What do you need these for?" she asked casually. "Ex-lovers appreciation day?"
"No need to be jealous, but I don't only work with men, you know." She nodded mutely, but secretly wondered just how many of his secretaries he has slept with. Probably all of them.
The worker excused himself and went into preparing them for checkout along with the other clerk. She and Mamoru stood by the counter and waited for the watches to be done.
"I can't believe that you've actually been helpful, Odango." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Since we're here, help me pick out something for Lizzie. She's transferring to another college in France. What do you think about a bracelet?"
She nodded in agreement, liking that they still had more things to shop for. Clearly Mamoru was enjoying spending his money and as long as he didn't get anything for her, she had nothing to feel guilty about: she could shop with him all day! Besides jewelry was always fun to look at.
The sales associate rushed over to help them out again as Usagi pointed to a couple of charm bracelets. The first one was super adorable with all the accessories that a girl would ever need dangling gorgeously: a ruby lipstick, a blush compact and cute black stilettos cut out of onyx. The second bracelet came with a matching necklace and they had all of the important national monuments of the country and Mt. Fuji as the charms on the bracelet. The necklace was a simple long chain with the Tokyo Tower as the only pendant on it. It was a nice way for anyone who was moving away to remember their home.
"Might I suggest this one, Miss?" the guy said pulling out another bracelet to show her and as soon as she saw it, she fell in love. It was also a charm bracelet and was gold with tiny moons, planets and shooting stars as the charms. It was perfect, all shiny and luminescent, but as they were not shopping for her, she shook her head. The guy disappointedly retracted his hand and placed it on the counter in front of her, just in case she changed her mind later.
"It's between these two," she said picking the girly one and the patriotic one. "I know Lizzie is into fashion, so she will like this one, but since she's also going to be studying abroad, this one can remind her of home." Mamoru nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Good choices," he admired and she smiled thankfully. "Pick one," he said and she hated that she had to choose. It was so hard; they were both too cute! She ended up picking the one with the Japanese landmarks because Lizzie could get a fashion styled bracelet anywhere, especially Paris, where she was sure her school would be at.
"Great choice, Miss," the employee agreed, offering her to try it on before she made her purchase. She declined and Mamoru told him that they wanted the matching necklace as well before they checked out. Their order was already piled neatly in a ton of gift boxes by the cash register. "Anything else I can help you with?" he asked with a friendly smile.
"Any other occasions you can think of?" she asked Mamoru and he thought for a moment before shaking his head.
"None that I can think of right now..." he replied. "I mean I still need to get Motoki a gift because he has tons of watches..." She sighed in slight disappointment at their failed mission, but promised herself that in the next store she would be more vigilant in seeking out the perfect gift. "What about that bracelet?" Mamoru asked her referring to the bracelet the guy had wanted her to buy.
She shook her head, showing that they had no use for it and started moving toward their piled purchases. She wondered how much it'd all come out to be... She shuddered knowing that it was going to be thousands, but since none of the jewelry had any price tags on them, she knew her estimate was rough.
"Aren't you going to pick out your birthday gift?" Mamoru asked, giving the displays around them a final once over as they followed the employee to the checkout.
"Drop it," she said sternly. "I don't want anything," she reminded him as the lady started separating all of the merchandise individually into small shopping bags and then inserting them all into a much larger bag.
"My, you're getting cranky. Is it because you don't have anything yet? Just get something, I don't care; I told you that I would." His words presumed too much and it annoyed her to no end. She didn't want anything from him, what couldn't he understand about that?
"I said no already!" she snapped. "I don't want you giving me anything! We aren't even friends anyway!" Both clerks looked up at her mini outburst and she immediately regretted her words. She was saying way too much in public than she should have, besides she just made herself sound like a whore--hanging out with a rich playboy and they weren't even friends... not much to be left assumed there.
"You're right," he replied. "I barely even know you." He walked past her to the register. "What's your real name by the way, Odango?" She clenched her jaw as he further embarrassed her, but stayed silent. The bags were finally all set and were placed on the counter.
"One of the men's watches was thirty-five thousand, one for forty-eight thousand ninety-five, another for twenty-nine thou-" the woman started listing of the prices of the things and Usagi wanted to faint. Mamoru discreetly cut her off and just handed over a credit card as she told him the total: Four hundred fifty-two thousand yen! He signed his receipt and they walked out the shop.
"Are you going home?" he asked, his voice neutral, but clearly annoyed enough to not want to look at her. She nodded in response; it was almost three and she usually on the way to the arcade from school at this time.
"I'll see you later. Thank you for the lunch," she said gratefully.
He nodded once and finally looked at her. She really didn't want him to be mad about what she had said in the store. She didn't mean that they weren't friends; she just didn't like being that girl that took stuff from guys just because they could or even offered (food was the only exception). He had to know that their relationship was the weirdest phenomenon ever and should understand why she didn't want to take anything from him.
"I'll drop you off," he said offered lightly before she turned around to walk off. She nodded, following his lead toward the attached parking lot.
A painting hanging in front of gallery that they were currently passing by caught her attention and she finally realized how she would be able to redeem herself. Tugging on his shirtsleeve, she pointed to the artwork before them. He followed her to the front of the store and stood in front of the painting, observing it carefully. He nodded a couple of times, approving her taste and they went inside. Mamoru then decided that this was the right gift to give Motoki and he paid for the painting, requesting it to be delivered to Motoki's apartment the following morning.
Satisfied that she had deemed herself useful again, her mood lighted considerably and she noticed that Mamoru looked much more relaxed as well. Hopefully he had forgiven her rude outburst from earlier and realized that she only said that to protect herself, not to offend him. She beamed at him in hopes that he would at least return to normal since he'd been acting a bit more stoic than usual since they left the jewelry store.
"What are you smiling at, you goof?" he asked her with a sideways glance. She happily ignored his name-calling and was glad that he didn't seem mad at her anymore, a small smile actually tugging at the corner of his lips. She shrugged her shoulder innocently.
"Nothing!" she responded, her smile never wavering.
When they finally reached his car, she had to refrain herself from shaking her head and stomping her feet. This rich bastard! Just how many cars did he have? She knew of his red sports car that he sometimes drove to the arcade in--and she seen his motorcycle many times. But yesterday she'd seen an impressive lineup of vehicles parked in front of his estate that were of all shapes and colors. In addition to this all black, tinted out sports car, her tally came out to about nine. Who needed that many cars anyway?
She sat in the passenger's side (there were no back seats) as he dumped the large shopping bag into the tiny trunk--that was actually located in the front of the car where the engine usually was. He shrugged off his blazer and started up the engine, turning on the a/c. They drove in silence and a couple of minutes later he was pulling up to the parking lot in the back of the arcade. She looked at him questioningly; didn't he ask her if she was going home? She realized that she hadn't actually told him where she lived, but had assumed he known, (whatever Motoki knew, Mamoru did too).
He turned off the car and faced her. She stared back, admiring the sensuous curve to his mouth and instantaneously melting on the spot. She just couldn't stop her dirty mind from wanting him to seduce her.
"What's happening?" she asked him cautiously and he raised his perfect eyebrow at her. "What are we doing?"
"Do you want to go somewhere?" he asked, confused about her question. She shook her head.
"No. What's going on with...?" she trailed off, hoping that he'd get the message because she refused to use the word 'us'. Not that it existed anyway. Mamoru took a deep breath, leaning back comfortably on his chair.
"Whatever you want to happen, can happen. Right here," he said with a wink, not taking her question seriously. It didn't matter though, because now she was earnestly thinking about his offer. She bit her lip; not knowing how much longer could she be in his presence without wanting to fling herself at him. She felt like the clock was ticking down fast.
"Mamoru..." she whined, loving the lopsided grin he gave her when she dragged out his name. He was just so hot sitting there watching her, but she was getting impatient; why wasn't he doing anything? Was he really going to have her make the first move? Oh what the hell! She couldn't wait any longer!
She nimbly got out of her seat and climbed onto his lap, her skirt riding up as she moved her legs on either side of him, but she didn't care. It was so hard to act logical when she was with him! She found the seat lever on the side of his chair and pulled it, reclining them both with her on top. He smiled at her move and she breathed in his cologne appreciatively. She moved closer, sinking into the collar of his shirt as she kissed his throat.
He groaned gratefully, bringing his hands over to her buttocks and squeezing. She kissed his chin and jaw, going over his lips lightly before moving over to kiss and lick the inside of his ear. Unbuttoning his shirt slowly, she passed her hands over his muscular chest and teased one of his nipples with her teeth. He encouragingly slapped her ass in approval and she ground her pelvis sensuously over his.
He hissed in pleasure, taking back control as he somehow flipped her under him. She gasped excitedly as he spread her legs and moved in between them, his heated member touching her and making her head spin. He ground himself into her and she wrapped her legs around him, bringing him closer. Finally!
"Usagi," he growled "I'm going to fuck you right now if you don't stop," he warned, but she didn't pay him any heed. He wasn't that much of a savage to take her in his car, especially if she didn't want him to. She continued to playfully pinch his nipples as he tried to pull her panties off, but she kept stopping him. "I am not kidding," he told her, but she just laughed.
She liked getting him frustrated. Ever since they've started fooling around, they've been arguing less and less, but the thing was, she needed to fight with him to make things feel normal... Truthfully, she couldn't say that she didn't enjoy their arguments either (it was the only way to get his attention sometimes). She found out that teasing him like this was more or less the same thing; he got just as angry and worked up, except he was much more physical this way.
And she loved it when he played rough.
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*Mamoru*
He had to take a couple of deep breaths before he was able to control himself. Why was she doing this? She was teasing him on purpose and getting him all worked up for nothing. She was just as hot for him and he knew it, but she continued to want to play hard to get. It was starting to get old already and he stubbornly wanted to push through, just so she could know that he wouldn't back down so easily, but he forced himself to stop.
He kept her trapped underneath him and her quivering body looked so tempting as her chest rose erratically from their desperate touching. She smiled up at him, but it was filled with mirth and mischief; Usagi knowing (and loving) the power she had over him. But he wasn't exactly a patient guy and she knew that too, so for how long did she think that he was going to put up with her provocation?
"Stop it," he whispered fiercely, trying his hardest to ignore her seductive smile, but when she jerked her hips forward against him, he lost control again. He couldn't take it anymore; he was going to take her in this car and she was going to like it!
He grabbed her chin roughly and brought her face close to his, hovering over her lips, but her teasing smile vanished. They stared into each other eyes and something within him stirred as he looked at her. He loosened up his grip on her face and kissed her softly, loving the way that her eyes fluttered closed when their lips touched. If this was as far as she'd let him go, then he would have to make due with simply kissing her...
But then he had to ask himself: what was wrong with him? Why was he was letting her completely dominate the situation? He sighed deeply, wondering about his feelings towards her. Why did she enjoy driving him so crazy? But more importantly, why did he let her?
"Mamo-chan." He smiled at her nickname. "We are friends," she insisted softly and he had to love her even more at that moment.
Although he had been mad at her for what she said earlier, that anger had passed him long ago. He understood perfectly why she was reluctant to get to close to him; it was the same as his reason for her. They already had fallen into this comfortable routine and way of treating each other for the last three years. It was really hard to imagine them being close friends, let alone lovers, and neither of them were quite used to what they had become.
"I know." She pulled him back down, biting his bottom lip teasingly, before showering his face with small kisses. He buried his face into her neck; what was he going to do with this girl?
Neither one of them said anything else, knowing that in doing so they would be delving into a topic that neither one wanted to discuss. Their messy relationship wasn't something he wanted to think about at the moment and clearly she felt the same. He pulled himself away and started re-buttoning his shirt.
He had brought her over to the arcade so that he could at least buy her dessert for helping him shop since he could tell that she'd gotten annoyed with him when he declined the waiter earlier during lunch. It's just that he had wanted to finish up the meeting quickly and get her away from Kunzite before she rudely started harassing him for details on his relationship with Mina; he had seen the murderous intent in her eyes.
After they silently got out of his car, he watched her quickly adjust her clothes. He smirked; he found it so hot when a woman had to fix herself after he had sexed her up. She went inside the arcade ahead of him, both deciding to avoid answering questions about why they had come in together. So he walked in about a minute later and looked around for Motoki, but didn't see him and instead walked straight to the bar. He was sure that Motoki was supposed to be in today, but then again he did vaguely remember him mentioning something about a meeting sometime this week; maybe it was today after all. At the thought of 'meeting', he got this nagging feeling in the back of his mind.
He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and look at his schedule, but before he could, he felt someone grab his arm and pull him to the side of the entrance. It was Cass. What was she doing in the arcade? She never came here. She took the sunglasses off her face and looked fiercely at him, tapping her high-heeled shoes impatiently.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" she yelled at him and everyone in the entire arcade turned to stare at them. He just stood there confused as Cass glared at him in disbelief.
"Wha-?" he asked her dumbly. Why was she yelling at him for? But he regretted asking her when he noticed that her face turn red in rage at his ignorance. He gulped, what was going on? What did he do now?
"You stood me up! Where have you been for the last two hours?" she demanded and dread spread over his whole body immediately after her words. How could he forget?
He had a meeting this afternoon with potential clients for Cassie and her sisters' store. Their business, Dark Moon Makeup, was under his management and thus had to go through all major decisions with him. As in, he had to be in attendance to give permission before they made any financial decisions regarding the store. He stood silent, not totally believing that he had actually forgotten such an important meeting.
He went into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone, wondering why no one had called him to remind him, but he was wrong; he had 39 missed calls, most of them from Cass and then some from Motoki, Kunzite and Max. He hid his face in his palm in embarrassment; he had put his phone on silent after he had lunch so that he wouldn't keep getting interruptions while he was with Usagi...
"Shit. I'm sorry Cass," he said looking into Cass's face scrunched up in bitter disappointment. "I'm so sorry!" but she didn't even look at him; she probably hated him right now.
This was such a big deal for them too; it was a proposal to expand and get new locations around the city, a huge opportunity that he had lost for her. Cass had booked this meeting months ago and the person that they needed had a very busy schedule; it was almost impossible to get a hold of them.
"You knew how long we've been waiting for this opportunity! I can't believe how you just ruined everything!" She fixed him a glare. "Why didn't you show up?" she demanded, waiting for his explanation. He paused before apologizing again; he didn't have an excuse to give her--there was no way he was going to admit to her that he'd been hanging out at the mall. "Where were you?"
"I'll reschedule it," he tried to assure her, but she didn't believe him and glared at him angrily.
"I'm going to sue you!" she said angrily, desperately. Oh god he hoped that it didn't come to that. Legally she could; technically he just potentially lost her millions in sales from possible stores that didn't happen because of him. "I wish I had the heart to just juice you! I could take all your money and everything would be solved, but nooooo! We're friends!" she spat. "Friends wouldn't do that to each other!" she reasoned bitterly.
He sighed, feeling just as desperate as her; he wished this hadn't happened either. It looked bad upon him and the company and without a doubt, Kunzite was probably fuming at the news. And the very thought of having Cass and Kunzite both disappointed in him was more than he could handle.
He couldn't believe that he had actually been so sidetracked that he forgot his duties. He regretted silencing his phone, but wasn't sure if he also regretted spending all that time with Usagi, letting her distract him. He didn't know if she had been worth it, because dammit he was in a hell of a lot of trouble now. And it wasn't like he had been wasting his time by screwing her; he had just gotten into some deep shit for a measly little make out session in his car!
But he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every second he had spent with Usagi. She was probably wondering what the hell was going on, but he didn't have the time to explain to her. Besides, he knew that she'd feel guilty if he told her anyway, so it was best to just avoid it. He felt more than enough pity all by himself; he didn't need any more from anyone else.
"Cass." He pleaded for her to look at him and he could see that she was on the verge of tears now. Oh why did he always have to make girls cry? "It's no big deal," he comforted her. "I'll reschedule for tomorrow. He'll come," he said confidently, although he was just bluffing.
She nodded weakly, finally accepting his assurance and he put his arm around her shoulders. Steering her into the parking lot so that they could go to his office, he started making phone calls to everyone that knew. This was like the never-ending story with him; he could never have time off. When it wasn't one bitch stressing him out, it was another.
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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 13
We're friends
*Usagi*
"Where do you want to go?" Mamoru asked her after Kunzite had left. "Are you going to do some shopping?" She shook her head. There was no way she was going to buy anything in front of him. "Well, if you're not busy then, maybe you could help me. Motoki's birthday is tomorrow and I don't have anything to give him."
She clapped her hands enthusiastically; she loved shopping for gifts! Just being at the mall and looking around the stores made her excited and actually having a purpose for being there was even more fun. Mamoru looked her oddly; OK so maybe she was too animated, but what girl didn't love shopping? And she had no idea that Motoki's birthday was so close to hers; no wonder they got along so well!
"What do you have in mind?" she asked him, trying to figure out which stores to go into. He shrugged, looking utterly confused. "What did you get him last year?" she asked, hoping that he would give her a clue as to what Motoki liked.
"I got him cuff links," he responded and she was disappointed. Cuff links? Not only was that not helpful, but she couldn't believe that was the crap Mamoru got for his best friend!
"Do you have any idea what to get him?" she asked he shook his head.
"I always end up doing the same thing every year. Waiting till last minute to go shopping, only to end up buying everything online and getting it express delivered." She couldn't help but smile; that was a very guy-ish thing to do. But he didn't need to worry this time; she would definitely help him out however she could! And she would make sure that it was better than a pair of cuff links. "Have any suggestions?" he asked and she pursed her lips.
"Not really..." she admitted. She looked toward the pretty water fountain in the center of the mall, hoping to get some kind of inspiration, but nothing came to her. What kind of things did Motoki like?
"When's your birthday?" Mamoru asked casually, taking a seat on a bench facing the fountain. She sat next to him and she answered him (June 30) then asked him his (which was August 3), realizing that she still had no clue about his life. It was sad how they didn't even know the most basic things about each other... "So your birthday is actually this Friday," he said thoughtfully, playfully rubbing his chin.
"No," she replied instantly, cutting off whatever his train of thought might have been. He better not get any ideas... she refused to take anything from him. This shopping was going to be about Motoki, not her. Mamoru got up and started leading her into a huge jewelry store right behind where they were sitting. She stayed seated, not liking where this was heading anymore.
"Odango!" he called her impatiently and she reluctantly got up to follow him. He grabbed her arm like a child and dragged her into the brightly lit store.
"Good afternoon!" a smiling young clerk greeted them happily, trying to pull them over to her nearest jewelry case. "I see that you two are quite the lovely couple; did you know that we are currently having a huge sale on all of our engagement rings?" the woman chirped her well rehearsed sales pitch. Usagi shuffled her feet embarrassed, before looking up at Mamoru and forcing back her laughter at his horrified expression.
"You're standing too close to me, Odango," Mamoru muttered. "You're confusing the pretty lady!" He teasingly pushed her aside. "I'm just looking for some cuff links," he clarified and the girl nodded once, giving Mamoru a way too seductive smile while asking him to follow her.
Without any hesitation, Usagi grabbed onto Mamoru's arm possessively and he looked down at her with a smirk, but she evaded it. She was not going to be ignored nor upstaged--especially not by some store clerk! The girl turned around, surprised to see her holding on to Mamoru, but forced a smile anyway, pointing to the cuff link section. She went around the counter and started showing them some specific pairs.
"What do you think about those?" Mamoru asked her, pointing to some gold cuff links with rubies on them. She sighed, disappointed that he couldn't come up with something more original for Motoki. Why would he assume that someone wanted to get the same gift twice?
"They're hideous," she lied, just to get him to think outside the box. He couldn't be serious about getting Motoki this again?
"Usagi!" he laughed, pulling her back toward the glass case for her to look again. "Seriously, help me out here," he pleaded and she pouted, mad that he really could make her do anything he'd ask.
She loved this... being out with him and just doing something so random like shopping for gifts. And even though she didn't want to look too much into it, she just knew that she liked spending time with him alone. Especially with the way he pulled her by the waist just now to look at the jewelry case. His hold on her was firm and possessive and... she just wanted to stay this way forever.
He stood behind her as he pointed out the jewelry, but she was hardly paying any attention to what he was trying show her. Shivers were running down her spine at the feel of his body pressed up against her back. He moved her braid to the other shoulder delicately as he explained why he liked the diamond pair best and she just wanted to close her eyes; his mouth was right by her neck and she could feel every breath as he spoke. His fingers touched her skin softly below her ear, his thumb smoothly passing over the base of her neck. She trembled; he was touching the hickey he'd given her yesterday that she had been trying to conceal with her hair.
She closed her eyes in remembrance of the feel of his hands all over her body; his bare skin against hers. Oh how he had made her quiver in ecstasy! Yesterday had been so amazing that just thinking about it was arousing her and she instinctively arched her back, craving more contact with him. He leaned in closer to her ear.
"Later," he promised her sexily. She nodded mutely, not knowing exactly what that meant, but she took a deep breath anyway and tried to clear her thoughts. He was so close to her and it was nearly impossible to concentrate, but she had to try.
Moving away, he gave her a sly smile. Embarrassed that probably knew all the things she was thinking about, she looked away from his stare; she hoped he didn't think of her as a pervert that couldn't get her mind off her own sexual desires!
"How about a watch?" she asked him, hoping that he wouldn't bring up the subject of her rosy cheeks. He shrugged, moving her bangs away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. She blushed even harder, remembering the last time he'd done that... and just what she'd been doing when it happened! Honestly, she wanted to kill him for dropping such hints, his teasing did however make her feel better because clearly they were both thinking about the same things.
"Can we see the men's watches," Mamoru requested smoothly and she was glad that he wasn't going to bring up her wandering thoughts.
The girl led them to the other side of the store and when they reached the section, Usagi pointed out to a couple of watches in the case. The girl pulled all five of them and placed them on top of the counter. She took the first one, admiring it carefully; it was all silver and had beautiful sapphires all round the rim. It was probably really expensive, but knew that Mamoru wouldn't at all care about the price. She passed it to him to get a better view, but he nodded in approval without even touching it.
"Try it on," she insisted, grabbing his hand. "We need to know how it looks like on someone." She opened the watch and slid it on his right wrist since his own watch was on his other. The employee gushed on about how great it looked on him and she had to agree.
"They're all nice," Mamoru answered. "I'll take them all." She stood there shocked. Was he really going to buy them all? Motoki only needed one!
"Um, are you sure about that? He doesn't need that many."
" 'Employee Appreciation Week' is coming up," he responded with air quotes, as if this was the most terrible thing on the planet. "Might as well get everything now." She nodded in understanding.
She had to admit, that it was a pretty good idea; the watches were all really nice. Some were in white gold, while others were platinum or titanium, but all of them had precious stones on them and whomever he gave them to would be most definitely grateful. If he was willing to spend all that money on his employees, then who was she to stop him? She was sure that they all worked hard for him.
"Please give me a couple of minutes to gift wrap these for you," the girl said politely before going to work on the watches they picked. "Feel free to continue browsing." Mamoru nodded and walked over to the women's watches and told her to take a look.
"Pick out a couple of these," he requested. "I need four." She did as he asked and another worker came to their aid. She chose the four that she thought were the most sophisticated and classy, assuming that they were for businesswomen--but then again, she couldn't be too sure about that.
"What do you need these for?" she asked casually. "Ex-lovers appreciation day?"
"No need to be jealous, but I don't only work with men, you know." She nodded mutely, but secretly wondered just how many of his secretaries he has slept with. Probably all of them.
The worker excused himself and went into preparing them for checkout along with the other clerk. She and Mamoru stood by the counter and waited for the watches to be done.
"I can't believe that you've actually been helpful, Odango." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Since we're here, help me pick out something for Lizzie. She's transferring to another college in France. What do you think about a bracelet?"
She nodded in agreement, liking that they still had more things to shop for. Clearly Mamoru was enjoying spending his money and as long as he didn't get anything for her, she had nothing to feel guilty about: she could shop with him all day! Besides jewelry was always fun to look at.
The sales associate rushed over to help them out again as Usagi pointed to a couple of charm bracelets. The first one was super adorable with all the accessories that a girl would ever need dangling gorgeously: a ruby lipstick, a blush compact and cute black stilettos cut out of onyx. The second bracelet came with a matching necklace and they had all of the important national monuments of the country and Mt. Fuji as the charms on the bracelet. The necklace was a simple long chain with the Tokyo Tower as the only pendant on it. It was a nice way for anyone who was moving away to remember their home.
"Might I suggest this one, Miss?" the guy said pulling out another bracelet to show her and as soon as she saw it, she fell in love. It was also a charm bracelet and was gold with tiny moons, planets and shooting stars as the charms. It was perfect, all shiny and luminescent, but as they were not shopping for her, she shook her head. The guy disappointedly retracted his hand and placed it on the counter in front of her, just in case she changed her mind later.
"It's between these two," she said picking the girly one and the patriotic one. "I know Lizzie is into fashion, so she will like this one, but since she's also going to be studying abroad, this one can remind her of home." Mamoru nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Good choices," he admired and she smiled thankfully. "Pick one," he said and she hated that she had to choose. It was so hard; they were both too cute! She ended up picking the one with the Japanese landmarks because Lizzie could get a fashion styled bracelet anywhere, especially Paris, where she was sure her school would be at.
"Great choice, Miss," the employee agreed, offering her to try it on before she made her purchase. She declined and Mamoru told him that they wanted the matching necklace as well before they checked out. Their order was already piled neatly in a ton of gift boxes by the cash register. "Anything else I can help you with?" he asked with a friendly smile.
"Any other occasions you can think of?" she asked Mamoru and he thought for a moment before shaking his head.
"None that I can think of right now..." he replied. "I mean I still need to get Motoki a gift because he has tons of watches..." She sighed in slight disappointment at their failed mission, but promised herself that in the next store she would be more vigilant in seeking out the perfect gift. "What about that bracelet?" Mamoru asked her referring to the bracelet the guy had wanted her to buy.
She shook her head, showing that they had no use for it and started moving toward their piled purchases. She wondered how much it'd all come out to be... She shuddered knowing that it was going to be thousands, but since none of the jewelry had any price tags on them, she knew her estimate was rough.
"Aren't you going to pick out your birthday gift?" Mamoru asked, giving the displays around them a final once over as they followed the employee to the checkout.
"Drop it," she said sternly. "I don't want anything," she reminded him as the lady started separating all of the merchandise individually into small shopping bags and then inserting them all into a much larger bag.
"My, you're getting cranky. Is it because you don't have anything yet? Just get something, I don't care; I told you that I would." His words presumed too much and it annoyed her to no end. She didn't want anything from him, what couldn't he understand about that?
"I said no already!" she snapped. "I don't want you giving me anything! We aren't even friends anyway!" Both clerks looked up at her mini outburst and she immediately regretted her words. She was saying way too much in public than she should have, besides she just made herself sound like a whore--hanging out with a rich playboy and they weren't even friends... not much to be left assumed there.
"You're right," he replied. "I barely even know you." He walked past her to the register. "What's your real name by the way, Odango?" She clenched her jaw as he further embarrassed her, but stayed silent. The bags were finally all set and were placed on the counter.
"One of the men's watches was thirty-five thousand, one for forty-eight thousand ninety-five, another for twenty-nine thou-" the woman started listing of the prices of the things and Usagi wanted to faint. Mamoru discreetly cut her off and just handed over a credit card as she told him the total: Four hundred fifty-two thousand yen! He signed his receipt and they walked out the shop.
"Are you going home?" he asked, his voice neutral, but clearly annoyed enough to not want to look at her. She nodded in response; it was almost three and she usually on the way to the arcade from school at this time.
"I'll see you later. Thank you for the lunch," she said gratefully.
He nodded once and finally looked at her. She really didn't want him to be mad about what she had said in the store. She didn't mean that they weren't friends; she just didn't like being that girl that took stuff from guys just because they could or even offered (food was the only exception). He had to know that their relationship was the weirdest phenomenon ever and should understand why she didn't want to take anything from him.
"I'll drop you off," he said offered lightly before she turned around to walk off. She nodded, following his lead toward the attached parking lot.
A painting hanging in front of gallery that they were currently passing by caught her attention and she finally realized how she would be able to redeem herself. Tugging on his shirtsleeve, she pointed to the artwork before them. He followed her to the front of the store and stood in front of the painting, observing it carefully. He nodded a couple of times, approving her taste and they went inside. Mamoru then decided that this was the right gift to give Motoki and he paid for the painting, requesting it to be delivered to Motoki's apartment the following morning.
Satisfied that she had deemed herself useful again, her mood lighted considerably and she noticed that Mamoru looked much more relaxed as well. Hopefully he had forgiven her rude outburst from earlier and realized that she only said that to protect herself, not to offend him. She beamed at him in hopes that he would at least return to normal since he'd been acting a bit more stoic than usual since they left the jewelry store.
"What are you smiling at, you goof?" he asked her with a sideways glance. She happily ignored his name-calling and was glad that he didn't seem mad at her anymore, a small smile actually tugging at the corner of his lips. She shrugged her shoulder innocently.
"Nothing!" she responded, her smile never wavering.
When they finally reached his car, she had to refrain herself from shaking her head and stomping her feet. This rich bastard! Just how many cars did he have? She knew of his red sports car that he sometimes drove to the arcade in--and she seen his motorcycle many times. But yesterday she'd seen an impressive lineup of vehicles parked in front of his estate that were of all shapes and colors. In addition to this all black, tinted out sports car, her tally came out to about nine. Who needed that many cars anyway?
She sat in the passenger's side (there were no back seats) as he dumped the large shopping bag into the tiny trunk--that was actually located in the front of the car where the engine usually was. He shrugged off his blazer and started up the engine, turning on the a/c. They drove in silence and a couple of minutes later he was pulling up to the parking lot in the back of the arcade. She looked at him questioningly; didn't he ask her if she was going home? She realized that she hadn't actually told him where she lived, but had assumed he known, (whatever Motoki knew, Mamoru did too).
He turned off the car and faced her. She stared back, admiring the sensuous curve to his mouth and instantaneously melting on the spot. She just couldn't stop her dirty mind from wanting him to seduce her.
"What's happening?" she asked him cautiously and he raised his perfect eyebrow at her. "What are we doing?"
"Do you want to go somewhere?" he asked, confused about her question. She shook her head.
"No. What's going on with...?" she trailed off, hoping that he'd get the message because she refused to use the word 'us'. Not that it existed anyway. Mamoru took a deep breath, leaning back comfortably on his chair.
"Whatever you want to happen, can happen. Right here," he said with a wink, not taking her question seriously. It didn't matter though, because now she was earnestly thinking about his offer. She bit her lip; not knowing how much longer could she be in his presence without wanting to fling herself at him. She felt like the clock was ticking down fast.
"Mamoru..." she whined, loving the lopsided grin he gave her when she dragged out his name. He was just so hot sitting there watching her, but she was getting impatient; why wasn't he doing anything? Was he really going to have her make the first move? Oh what the hell! She couldn't wait any longer!
She nimbly got out of her seat and climbed onto his lap, her skirt riding up as she moved her legs on either side of him, but she didn't care. It was so hard to act logical when she was with him! She found the seat lever on the side of his chair and pulled it, reclining them both with her on top. He smiled at her move and she breathed in his cologne appreciatively. She moved closer, sinking into the collar of his shirt as she kissed his throat.
He groaned gratefully, bringing his hands over to her buttocks and squeezing. She kissed his chin and jaw, going over his lips lightly before moving over to kiss and lick the inside of his ear. Unbuttoning his shirt slowly, she passed her hands over his muscular chest and teased one of his nipples with her teeth. He encouragingly slapped her ass in approval and she ground her pelvis sensuously over his.
He hissed in pleasure, taking back control as he somehow flipped her under him. She gasped excitedly as he spread her legs and moved in between them, his heated member touching her and making her head spin. He ground himself into her and she wrapped her legs around him, bringing him closer. Finally!
"Usagi," he growled "I'm going to fuck you right now if you don't stop," he warned, but she didn't pay him any heed. He wasn't that much of a savage to take her in his car, especially if she didn't want him to. She continued to playfully pinch his nipples as he tried to pull her panties off, but she kept stopping him. "I am not kidding," he told her, but she just laughed.
She liked getting him frustrated. Ever since they've started fooling around, they've been arguing less and less, but the thing was, she needed to fight with him to make things feel normal... Truthfully, she couldn't say that she didn't enjoy their arguments either (it was the only way to get his attention sometimes). She found out that teasing him like this was more or less the same thing; he got just as angry and worked up, except he was much more physical this way.
And she loved it when he played rough.
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*Mamoru*
He had to take a couple of deep breaths before he was able to control himself. Why was she doing this? She was teasing him on purpose and getting him all worked up for nothing. She was just as hot for him and he knew it, but she continued to want to play hard to get. It was starting to get old already and he stubbornly wanted to push through, just so she could know that he wouldn't back down so easily, but he forced himself to stop.
He kept her trapped underneath him and her quivering body looked so tempting as her chest rose erratically from their desperate touching. She smiled up at him, but it was filled with mirth and mischief; Usagi knowing (and loving) the power she had over him. But he wasn't exactly a patient guy and she knew that too, so for how long did she think that he was going to put up with her provocation?
"Stop it," he whispered fiercely, trying his hardest to ignore her seductive smile, but when she jerked her hips forward against him, he lost control again. He couldn't take it anymore; he was going to take her in this car and she was going to like it!
He grabbed her chin roughly and brought her face close to his, hovering over her lips, but her teasing smile vanished. They stared into each other eyes and something within him stirred as he looked at her. He loosened up his grip on her face and kissed her softly, loving the way that her eyes fluttered closed when their lips touched. If this was as far as she'd let him go, then he would have to make due with simply kissing her...
But then he had to ask himself: what was wrong with him? Why was he was letting her completely dominate the situation? He sighed deeply, wondering about his feelings towards her. Why did she enjoy driving him so crazy? But more importantly, why did he let her?
"Mamo-chan." He smiled at her nickname. "We are friends," she insisted softly and he had to love her even more at that moment.
Although he had been mad at her for what she said earlier, that anger had passed him long ago. He understood perfectly why she was reluctant to get to close to him; it was the same as his reason for her. They already had fallen into this comfortable routine and way of treating each other for the last three years. It was really hard to imagine them being close friends, let alone lovers, and neither of them were quite used to what they had become.
"I know." She pulled him back down, biting his bottom lip teasingly, before showering his face with small kisses. He buried his face into her neck; what was he going to do with this girl?
Neither one of them said anything else, knowing that in doing so they would be delving into a topic that neither one wanted to discuss. Their messy relationship wasn't something he wanted to think about at the moment and clearly she felt the same. He pulled himself away and started re-buttoning his shirt.
He had brought her over to the arcade so that he could at least buy her dessert for helping him shop since he could tell that she'd gotten annoyed with him when he declined the waiter earlier during lunch. It's just that he had wanted to finish up the meeting quickly and get her away from Kunzite before she rudely started harassing him for details on his relationship with Mina; he had seen the murderous intent in her eyes.
After they silently got out of his car, he watched her quickly adjust her clothes. He smirked; he found it so hot when a woman had to fix herself after he had sexed her up. She went inside the arcade ahead of him, both deciding to avoid answering questions about why they had come in together. So he walked in about a minute later and looked around for Motoki, but didn't see him and instead walked straight to the bar. He was sure that Motoki was supposed to be in today, but then again he did vaguely remember him mentioning something about a meeting sometime this week; maybe it was today after all. At the thought of 'meeting', he got this nagging feeling in the back of his mind.
He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and look at his schedule, but before he could, he felt someone grab his arm and pull him to the side of the entrance. It was Cass. What was she doing in the arcade? She never came here. She took the sunglasses off her face and looked fiercely at him, tapping her high-heeled shoes impatiently.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" she yelled at him and everyone in the entire arcade turned to stare at them. He just stood there confused as Cass glared at him in disbelief.
"Wha-?" he asked her dumbly. Why was she yelling at him for? But he regretted asking her when he noticed that her face turn red in rage at his ignorance. He gulped, what was going on? What did he do now?
"You stood me up! Where have you been for the last two hours?" she demanded and dread spread over his whole body immediately after her words. How could he forget?
He had a meeting this afternoon with potential clients for Cassie and her sisters' store. Their business, Dark Moon Makeup, was under his management and thus had to go through all major decisions with him. As in, he had to be in attendance to give permission before they made any financial decisions regarding the store. He stood silent, not totally believing that he had actually forgotten such an important meeting.
He went into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone, wondering why no one had called him to remind him, but he was wrong; he had 39 missed calls, most of them from Cass and then some from Motoki, Kunzite and Max. He hid his face in his palm in embarrassment; he had put his phone on silent after he had lunch so that he wouldn't keep getting interruptions while he was with Usagi...
"Shit. I'm sorry Cass," he said looking into Cass's face scrunched up in bitter disappointment. "I'm so sorry!" but she didn't even look at him; she probably hated him right now.
This was such a big deal for them too; it was a proposal to expand and get new locations around the city, a huge opportunity that he had lost for her. Cass had booked this meeting months ago and the person that they needed had a very busy schedule; it was almost impossible to get a hold of them.
"You knew how long we've been waiting for this opportunity! I can't believe how you just ruined everything!" She fixed him a glare. "Why didn't you show up?" she demanded, waiting for his explanation. He paused before apologizing again; he didn't have an excuse to give her--there was no way he was going to admit to her that he'd been hanging out at the mall. "Where were you?"
"I'll reschedule it," he tried to assure her, but she didn't believe him and glared at him angrily.
"I'm going to sue you!" she said angrily, desperately. Oh god he hoped that it didn't come to that. Legally she could; technically he just potentially lost her millions in sales from possible stores that didn't happen because of him. "I wish I had the heart to just juice you! I could take all your money and everything would be solved, but nooooo! We're friends!" she spat. "Friends wouldn't do that to each other!" she reasoned bitterly.
He sighed, feeling just as desperate as her; he wished this hadn't happened either. It looked bad upon him and the company and without a doubt, Kunzite was probably fuming at the news. And the very thought of having Cass and Kunzite both disappointed in him was more than he could handle.
He couldn't believe that he had actually been so sidetracked that he forgot his duties. He regretted silencing his phone, but wasn't sure if he also regretted spending all that time with Usagi, letting her distract him. He didn't know if she had been worth it, because dammit he was in a hell of a lot of trouble now. And it wasn't like he had been wasting his time by screwing her; he had just gotten into some deep shit for a measly little make out session in his car!
But he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every second he had spent with Usagi. She was probably wondering what the hell was going on, but he didn't have the time to explain to her. Besides, he knew that she'd feel guilty if he told her anyway, so it was best to just avoid it. He felt more than enough pity all by himself; he didn't need any more from anyone else.
"Cass." He pleaded for her to look at him and he could see that she was on the verge of tears now. Oh why did he always have to make girls cry? "It's no big deal," he comforted her. "I'll reschedule for tomorrow. He'll come," he said confidently, although he was just bluffing.
She nodded weakly, finally accepting his assurance and he put his arm around her shoulders. Steering her into the parking lot so that they could go to his office, he started making phone calls to everyone that knew. This was like the never-ending story with him; he could never have time off. When it wasn't one bitch stressing him out, it was another.
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