Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Days ❯ Chapter 16 - Near perfect ( Chapter 16 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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 16
Near perfect


*Motoki*

Cass had spent the night with him again despite them both being very busy the next day. They woke up extra early just so that they could eat breakfast together again, but only ended up fooling around longer than they both should of. They both hopped in the shower, which--once again--they took even more time than necessary, and were now hurriedly getting dressed.

"So where you going?" she asked him, walking out into the living room to look at herself in the large mirror by the foyer. He followed the direction of her gaze and noticed that she was looking at his packed suitcase by the entrance.

"I'm going with Mamoru," he answered hesitantly. He didn't think that he needed to elaborate because he was sure that she knew about the trip.

At first when Mamoru had asked him, the answer had been very clear; he really wanted to stay with Cass. But when he really thought about it, he figured that this could really be the right opportunity for him to hopefully get rid of her. He loved Cass, that much was true, but he didn't want to and he had a feeling that she didn't want it either.

He was happy with the lifestyle that he lived in now; he liked not having to be attached to any particular girl. Not that he banged them and left them; he usually went out on a multiple dates a month, but he wasn't serious about any of them. He and Cass already have had crazy amounts of sex, so what was left for them to do? Honestly he wasn't sure that he was ready to find out.

He had truly believed that Cass had successfully cornered him; there was no more escaping his feelings... But with Mamoru's proposition, he'd been presented with the perfect opportunity to stall for just a little more time. He felt like that was all that he needed: just a little more time and he could figure out his thoughts correctly.

Cass stayed silent and continued to fix her hair in the mirror. She pulled her hair into a ponytail after having given up trying to style the way she wanted and picked up her keys by the flower vase, shoving all of her hair products into a large duffle bag. She was much later to her meeting than he was.

"Are you okay with that?" he asked her when he felt like he'd given her enough time to answer. All she had to do was ask him to stay... and he would.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked lightly. He stayed silent, wishing for once that she would ask something from him, but knew that Cass never begged for anything.

She pushed the button on the elevator, impatiently pacing back and forth in front of it. He could tell that she was disappointed but wouldn't say anything more to change his mind. She shoved oversized sunglasses onto her face, looking at her watch every couple of seconds.

"I'll see you at the end of the summer," she said, turning to him with a smile. He nodded, pulling her in for a hug and reluctantly letting her go when the elevator arrived. "You better be here for the grand opening."

"I promise," he said and she smiled appreciatively, stepping inside the elevator.

She blew him a kiss and he smiled back, thinking happily that everything really was going to work out for the best. But when he saw the forced smile drop from Cass's lips the moment right before the doors closed between them, his stomach twisted into a knot. He took in a shaky breath; maybe he hadn't made the right choice after all.
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*Usagi*

She had been getting ready since--no lie--1 in the afternoon. She soaked in the tub, washed her hair, shaved, waxed, gave herself a facial, painted her nails, dried and styled her hair, and then finally called Rei in desperation to help her look for an outfit.

She hadn't really been planning on telling anyone, but she was just so nervous that she needed to vent it out to someone. Rei came over and demanded for details and she reluctantly told her that Mamoru had actually asked her out on a date. Rei was surprised to say the least and joked on about how weird it was, saying that he must have genuinely liked her for him to be asking her out since Mamoru wasn't that type of guy (nice, that is).

She wholeheartedly disagreed; yes this was sudden, but there was barely any backstory to it. This past week they just seemed to hit it off; it had nothing to do with anything with their past. They'd always had disagreements and this thing that they were doing now, was completely foreign. Honestly, she still wasn't sure what was going on...

"So Usa..." Rei started slyly. "Where are you guys going after dinner?" She shrugged; she was wondering the same thing actually.

"I really don't know. He just said we're going to eat first," she said simply and Rei grinned.

"So he has other things planned?"

"I don't know, Rei! Stop making me more nervous than I already am!" she yelled and Rei just laughed, but didn't ask her anything more.

"So did you know that Greg broke up with Ami?" Rei asked casually as she helped her style her hair through a heated appliance. Usagi moved her head to face Rei in shock and almost got burned; luckily Rei had moved it away in time.

"What?!" she demanded. Ami and Greg had been dating? She had no idea! "I didn't even know they were together and now you're telling me that they broke up! How long were they dating? And how come I didn't know this?" Rei told her to calm down before explaining how she too had only found this out through Mako-chan just yesterday.

"Supposedly they've been together throughout the whole school year." She gasped, but let Rei finish. "He left for another school in December, so I'm not really sure when was the last time they saw each other, but he called her the other day--right before the youma attack--to tell her. He said that he didn't want to hold her back from her studies... that they were so far from each other already... that there was no way they could keep making it work. And since he was going away for college in the fall even farther away, it would be even harder for them... etc., etc. You know how guys make up BS excuses." Rei sighed and she nodded.

Poor Ami, going through catfights and break-ups wasn't easy. She couldn't be feeling good at the moment; no wonder she had exploded on Mina like that... But what she didn't understand was why she had kept her dating Greg from her and Rei. They had been friends for a really long time and yet she still didn't trust them enough to say she was in a relationship for 10 months!

She knew that Ami-chan and Mako-chan were particularly close, the way she was with Rei, but it still hurt that she hadn't said anything her. From Greg, to Mamoru's company, Ami was just full of secrets lately and it made her wonder what else she knew and wasn't telling them. She probably knew who the Moon Princess was and was just holding out on them about that too!

"Ami-chan doesn't tell us anything..." she pouted and Rei nodded.

"Yeah, I know." Rei agreed. "But then again, we kind of have secrets of our own too..." she said. "And you're probably not going to tell her about Mamoru either." Usagi shook her head furiously. Like hell she was! She and Mamoru going out was something she definitely wanted to keep under wraps--mainly because it was just too complicated to explain.

She assumed that perhaps it could have been the same situation with Ami. Usagi had known Greg from school; they hadn't been in any classes together, but he had occasionally sat down to eat lunch with them in the courtyard. She would always tease Ami about how she and Grey would have these ultra genius babies if she'd only give him a chance... So she guessed it made sense why Ami hadn't said anything to her about it; Ami probably hadn't wanted to deal with her annoying bantering.

"Usagi-chan!" Rei nudged her. "Stop day dreaming! We have to figure out what shoes you're wearing; it's 5:45!" Usagi screeched. OMG! She had almost no time left to get ready and she had so much more to do! And knowing Mamoru, that stupid jerk, he would probably get here early! She ran to the mirror.

She was wearing a form fitting short black dress that had a wide scooped neckline and elaborate black and silver weaved detailing on the shoulders. It was simple, but she thought it was sexy; she just hoped that she could find the right shoes to match.

Thankfully, that's what she had Rei for as she held out an amazingly stunning pair she had brought over from her house. She thanked her graciously and she put them on in a hurry, studying her reflection carefully. Perfect! The glitzy silver open-toed heels complimented the accent embroidered on he shoulders nicely and were probably the sexiest shoes she's ever worn; they were at least 4 inches high and she loved them!

She wasn't going for a casual look, but didn't want to be too formal either (and so planned to bring flat sandals as a backup). Like she had said, she really had no idea where they were going--she didn't want to be all glammed up to go to the movies or look too childish in a nice restaurant, so she had to be prepared! Rei looked out her window and turned to her in a squeal.

"I think he's here!" She ran to look. "Is that his car?" She looked outside toward the front of her house at what Rei was talking about. It was a car she'd never seen before; it wasn't Mamoru's signature sports car, but a bigger, luxurious sedan model. It was all black, tinted black so she had no clue who was inside, but she just knew that it had to be his.

She was so glad that she had a tall wall surrounding her house so that her parents couldn't see the street from downstairs because otherwise they would have definitely have found that car suspicious! She hadn't told them about her date because she didn't want her dad to find out--he would murder her if he found out that she was going out with a guy, least of all with Mamoru Chiba!

Her father told her to value money, because it definitely mattered in life, but taught her to hate it for how it controlled and degraded people and assumed that the wealthy people were dark and corrupt. And since Mamoru definitely had money to burn, her dad wouldn't take it too lightly if she saw them together. He was always warning her to stay humble and of course she listened to him: she was daddy's little girl after all.

Her father spoiled her unconditionally and made sure that she had money at all times so that she didn't have to go do other things (or people) to get what she wanted. But despite her being the favorite, her dad would still not understand that this was just a harmless date with Mamoru and would assume the worst from her, probably locking her away for the rest of the summer.

Hopefully Mamoru wouldn't get out of the car and waited for her to go down because she wanted to avoid a confrontation at all costs! She might not have known Mamoru as the man behind CINC, but her father was definitely not as dumb as her and would probably recognize him in an instant. He was a journalist for crying out loud and probably knew more details about Mamoru's life than she did!

She looked herself over in the mirror, making sure her make-up was on point and that not a single strand of hair was coming out of her ponytail, but Rei practically dragged her out of her room and shoved her purse in her arm before she could give herself a last check over. They tiptoed down the stairs and Rei checked both ways of the hallway before they ran over the to the front door.

"I'm going out with Rei-chan! I'll be back later!" she yelled to her mother who was in the living room, and closed the front door before she heard a response. Now all she had to do was get in the car and drive away; only then would she be truly safe! She and Rei walked hurriedly down the path and she got butterflies in her stomach knowing Mamoru was waiting for her just a couple of yards away. They finally reached the gate and she suddenly didn't know if she could go through with this! Her and Mamoru alone! On a date! This was crazy!

"Damn!" Rei cursed and she froze in horror. Her father was currently walking directly in front of Mamoru's car holding groceries in his hand. He looked at her and Rei in surprise, taking notice of their outfits.

"Hello, ladies," her father greeted them once he was standing by the front gate of their house. Rei linked their arms together, hiding her trembling hands as she bowed her head toward her dad.

"Tsukino-san! Good evening!" she said happily.

"Otou-san!" she said as calmly as she could.

"What are you two so glammed up for?" he asked them suspiciously. "And your dress is too short, Usagi," he said, his eyebrow furrowed. She laughed nervously.

"No it's not, otou-san!"

"We're on our way to my father's dinner party," Rei said with a smile. She was so glad a Rei's quick thinking; they were both a little over dressed than normal for a regular girl's day out and her lie worked perfectly.

Rei's estranged father was a Politian and he was always having fancy gatherings. He always invited Rei, even though she always refused to go to any of them. Her father had never been there for her when she needed him and their relationship was strained to say the least, which was why she chose to live with her grandfather. Hino-san's work always came first and his daughter afterwards, which was never good enough for Rei, so she refused to talk to him.

"Oh, ok," her father said, not knowing anything about their relationship and accepting the lie. He turned to look at the car behind them and she prayed that Mamoru didn't take this exact moment to get out his car and greet her. "Is that your ride?" he asked and Rei nodded.

"We're going to be late!" she whined, trying to usher him into the house already. "The driver's waiting for us!" she said urgently.

"When are you going to be back home?" he asked and thankfully Rei stepped in to the rescue again.

"Tsukino-san, I was hoping that Usa-chan could stay over with me at my father's home," she asked him and her father couldn't say no to the sickeningly sweet smile on Rei's face. He nodded in agreement, but still looked at her legs with narrowed eyes--as if merely wishing for extra material to appear would actually make it happen.

"That's fine, Rei. But Usagi, I want you home tomorrow no later than noon," he said and she nodded curtly, before watching him open the gate and walk down the path to their house. She sighed in relief; that had been close! Rei elbowed her hard when her dad was out of sight.

"You're welcome!" she smiled slyly. She shook her head at Rei's stupid grin. She wasn't planning on staying over at Mamoru's place if that was what she was implying!

"Oh shut up! Let's get out of here already!" She practically ran to Mamoru's car and got in the back seat just in case her father was watching from somewhere hidden in the bushes. She pushed Rei in and climbed in after her, sighing in relief when she closed the door and they could no longer be seen from the outside world.

"Opps, sorry! Didn't know you were back here! It's really dark..." Rei apologized and she realized that Mamoru was indeed sitting next to Rei and not in the front driver's seat as she had assumed. She leaned over Rei to get a good view of him and resisted the urge to keep staring; dashing wasn't even the right word.

"Hello Hino-san, Odango. How are you ladies doing this evening?" he charmingly greeted them.

"Quite nice actually," Rei answered. "You're looking dapper as always, Mamoru-san. I have to say blue looks really nice on you." Mamoru tried to reply back, but Rei just kept going. "Is that actually blue? I can't really tell; not much light in here. But onto more important stuff, you see, Chad, that guy that you invited out to come with us on Saturday, well I actually wanted to ask you a few questions about him. Honestly I don't know much about him, but since you two are friends, I'm going to use this opportunity to learn more about who this Chad character is. He didn't strike me as a bad guy, but heck, what do I know? I just met the guy! So that's where you come in..."

Since Mamoru was clearly occupied, she took the chance to tell their chauffer Rei's address and prayed that he would speed in getting there. Dammit Rei was talking a lot, but she was super grateful in what she was doing. Clearly if they were all silent, this would be literally be the most awkward car ride in all of history, but thanks to her mindless chatter, it wouldn't be so bad. Hakawa Shrine was only a couple of minutes away from her house anyway, so even if they got all red lights in the route possible, they would still get there in less than five minutes.

"...So is he a practical joker or what, because honestly, I didn't find that funny at all. By the way, I know that he has a pet dog, do you know if it's like a Shitzu or something, because quite frankly I think that guys with tiny dogs are--Oh thank goodness, I'm home!" Rei sighed, finally taking a deep breath. Mamoru suddenly burst into laughter, understanding her reason for her talking non-stop. She opened the door to leave, but Mamoru stopped her.

"Honestly Rei, Chad is Motoki's friend, so I really don't know much about him. Sorry."

"Oh don't worry about it, I already knew that!" Rei laughed. "See you guys later, have fun!" She stepped out the car, before waving farewell and closing the door.

"She's a really good friend," he observed and she nodded proudly.

"She is."

After they took off from the shrine, she wanted to ask him where they were going, but decided against it since she did love surprises after all. Besides, he took that moment to put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him and she refused to ruin the moment with needless questions.

"So that was your father before?" Mamoru asked and she looked up at him and nodded.

"I told him that I was going to one of Rei's dad's parties," she answered and he nodded (everyone knew who Takahiro Hino was). "Why? Were you just dying to meet him?" He chuckled.

"Not at all," he muttered and she smiled; she had tried her hardest to make sure that hadn't happened either.

It was about a 10-minute ride to the restaurant and they drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence. When they arrived, a valet opened the car doors for them and Mamoru escorted her to the front of the restaurant where another man held open the door for them to go inside. The hostess in the front took one look at Mamoru and led them towards the back of the restaurant without saying a word. They went up some stairs and were led into a large empty room.

Inside of it, the light was dimmed considerably, but the golden wallpaper picked up the soft candlelight around them and illuminated everything romantically. There was a single square table set directly in the middle of the room, a gorgeous vase filled with daisies of all colors in its center. On the opposite wall of the entrance, in front of the table, was a large glass wall that allowed them to watch the rest of the diners below them; it appeared they were in a private balcony above the restaurant overlooking the main floor. It was beautiful.

To their left was a large fish tank built into the wall, the light from the water reflecting everything around them. She watched mesmerized, as dozens of coy fish swam around, their red, yellow and orange hues also working perfectly with the dŽcor. There was a small white couch and wooden table in the corner of the room facing the fish tank and a fully stocked bar all the way to the right of the room. This place was gorgeous!

They sat down at the center table and were asked what drinks they'd like. Mamoru asked for a specific bottle of champagne, but she still insisted on a warm tea. The waitress walked away without asking them what they wanted to eat and she turned to Mamoru questioningly. Why was it that whenever she was with him, they never offered menus? She was hungry dammit; she'd been saving her appetite since her early lunch and needed some food now!

"I told the chef to choose the menu. I hope you don't mind," he informed her and she shrugged. It didn't matter what she ate, she trusted that the food would taste great here; it was a snazzy looking restaurant after all.

"That's fine," she said, before looking at him shyly. "Thank you for asking me to come out with you." He just looked at her with those smoldering eyes of his.

"I realized that I want to get to know you better," he replied. "And we always have a lot of fun when we're together." She grinned at his flirtatious banter. She was glad that he wanted them to get to know each other better; she wouldn't mind learning more about him either... and then some.

"So how was work?" she asked casually, realizing that not once in her life had she ever cared enough to ask anyone that question, but was curious to discover more about him. He sighed before leaning comfortably on his chair as the waitress brought them their drinks.

"Long and stupid..." he muttered and she smiled wider, taking a sip of her beverage. He took a deep breath before starting his story.

The conversation flowed easily throughout the night with them talking about school and work, all the way to the most random topics like hunting (Mamoru loved shooting at innocent animals in the forest) and shopping (Mamoru paid other people to do his shopping for him! She still couldn't wrap her head around that concept; actually buying the clothes was half the fun!). They talked more about their hobbies and she learned that he loved racing--which explained his obsession with sports cars.

They'd talked about more serious things eventually and he'd told her about the first time he realized that he had to run his parents company. How at first he'd just cared about the money, but was then forced to grow up when he realized that it was not something he could take lightly; especially since everyone in the company hated him and wanted him out. He also talked about the media and how he tried his hardest to avoid the press and paparazzi. Especially after he started seeing disturbing headlines in the tabloids about his scandalous late night gallivanting--all of which he claimed were 'false'.

The more she listened, the more she wanted to know about him. She really had no idea about any of the stuff he was telling her about and she was just so happy to hear him talk about himself; wishing that she had known of this Mamoru sooner. Listening to him speak, she felt like a sponge, ready to absorb all of his leaking content (while wishing she could be the same way with other important things).

She learned all kinds of things about not only Mamoru, but Motoki as well and even learned a bit about Cass. He told her about their original trio forming their freshman year in college and Mamoru's relationship with Cass (which he'd admitted to her that everyone, including Motoki, thought was weird and misunderstood it for more all the time). He told her all the types of trouble that he and Motoki had gotten into while they were in high school and how it all seemed to multiply tenfold once they'd started living alone together. She heard about the pranks his coworkers and subordinates played on him at work, which she in turn talked about how her and Shingo always fought constantly too.

She then told him about Mina and about how none of them were talking to her anymore. She didn't go into full details of course, she just said that it was over an argument where she smacked Ami across the face. Mamoru had actually laughed when she'd said it and she'd involuntarily gotten annoyed, but he simply responded to her angry face by saying that 'catfights were funny'.

They talked about many more things, learning and exploring the other's personality and eventually getting into favorites lists: top movies, music, etc. And it was so odd hearing his answers because they were just so drastically different from hers. But it was also a lot of fun hearing the dumb things that he disliked, (his ultimate pet peeve being the sound of a leaky faucet--which she thought was ridiculous--and he'd actually gotten mad when she'd called him an obsessive freak because of it).

All in all they had more than a couple of disagreements and tons of arguments (especially when he said that Sailor Jupiter was the best Senshi!), but the night could not have turned out more perfect. They laughed a whole lot and learned a ton about each other; she doubted that she could have wished for a better evening. Not even once did she feel awkward or nervous to talk to him like she had been afraid would happen and everything had gone so much more amazingly than she could have ever dreamed possible.

And to top it all off, their food had been just as amazing, if not more awesome! It kept coming out throughout the evening, an endless supply of perfectly-portioned meals of all different types of varieties one after another. They had seafood: fried, steamed, and grilled. Soups, noodles, salads and endless sashimi, dumplings, spring rolls. It was without a doubt, the best meal of her life! They talked through all of it, the night proving to be an even more pleasant experience than she'd anticipated.

When finally the food was done (and even then it only was over because Mamoru ordered the chef to stop cooking--he knew that she could eat all night!), he pulled her out of her chair and brought her over to the couch where their dessert had been served. There were chocolate covered strawberries (which she had just learned were his favorite) on a silver platter next to two flutes of champagne and she picked up her drink happily. Mamoru clinked his glass with hers, no toast being said, but it didn't matter: it was a toast to them.

He wrapped his arm around her as they sat down, pulling her down across his lap. She sat with her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she relaxed into his embrace. This was perfect and she wished that this was the way it would always be... He took her empty drink out of her hand and placed it on the table in front of them, bringing the silver platter onto her lap. He looked down at her with a smile, offering her a strawberry and she ate it happily. It was so good! The strawberry was perfectly plump and ripe, and the chocolate decadent, melting in her mouth instantaneously.

She felt great; the satisfied/content feeling that one got from being full was starting to kick in and she felt relaxed and sleepy. That, and she was wrapped in the arms of hands down the most gorgeous man on Earth. Plus the romantic setting only made it better and she doubted that it could get any more wonderful than this.

But she was proved wrong as Mamoru brought his hand up to cup her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips. She felt lightheaded and she was sure that it had nothing to do with the alcohol... She leaned into his caress, his tongue playing with hers slowly and sensuously, his deliberate teasing both sweet and ultra erotic and she marveled at the amazing feeling only Mamoru managed to evoke in her. When he pulled away, she looked at him disappointed, wishing for more. He responded to her gaze with a single kiss more, before getting up and moving completely away from her.

He walked to the bar, pouring himself a glass of liquor and bringing the whole bottle with him back to his seat. Usagi looked at him questioningly as he sat hunched over next to her. He finally looked at her and pulled her back under his arm again, staring at his drink pensively as he moved around the ice cubes absentmindedly.

"A lot of things are going to change in the company soon," he started and she waited for him to continue. "I'm going to have to travel a lot this summer to make sure those changes go smoothly." She nodded, not understanding where he was going with this. "I'm leaving tomorrow for China and I won't be back for a couple of months."

It shouldn't have been a surprise for her that he wasn't going to stay for the summer (she never saw Motoki or Mamoru during the months they had off of school since they always were on vacation anyway), but it still caught her off guard and she was still hurt by it. Not that she had really imagined them hanging out everyday this summer, but she had just assumed that things would have stayed as they were now. He and Motoki usually left much earlier than this and she thought that they were still here because they had decided to stick around. She had no idea that he was still leaving.

The sudden pain in her chest; she knew it was attachment--something way more dangerous than she'd originally realized and something that she shouldn't have toward him yet... But she did and although she didn't want to show him, she really wanted to let him how mad she was. Right now, this entire night, had been so amazing and to think that she wouldn't see him again for a long time; it was too unfair.

"Sounds like a nice long vacation," she said with a smile, keeping her face calm. He didn't say anything and just stared at her with a serious expression on his face.

"This is something that I have to do, I have to go..." he said as if she had just asked him to stay, which she hadn't.

"I don't care," she said, her brows furrowed. Why would he assume that she didn't want him to go? Even though he was right.

For a moment she wanted to tease him about why he thought that she would care, but decided against it. The truth was that she did care and he knew that too on account of him trying to defend himself, but it would make no sense to bring those things up--especially since they were already struggling to balance themselves on their 'delicate' situation.

"I'm just telling you," Mamoru replied finally and she just nodded like she completely understood, but she didn't. She knew that he had other things going on, some of which she'd barely understood based on what they've discussed, and all of which had not even the slightest thing to do with her. They stayed silent, Mamoru with a look like he wanted to say something else to her, but didn't.

She leaned in to kiss him, hoping to forget momentarily the horrible turn in the conversation. Thankfully, he responded by placing his empty cup on the couch and pulling her closer to him. He kissed her back, holding her neck gently and she sighed into his mouth. She could taste the bitter alcohol in his breath, but it didn't bother her in the slightest; he tasted even better. He tightened his grip on her waist and his other hand rubbed her thighs sensuously. Mamoru always seemed to make her sexual desires go on hyper mode; she could never get enough of him.

"Are you ready to leave?" he mumbled over her lips and it sent shivers running down her spine at his proposition. She moaned in response and he took it as an affirmative, before pulling away and looking at her with a smile. "Are you coming over?" he asked, his eyes conveying a mischief that she was all too ready to explore.

She nodded, shy smiling back; this was her last real opportunity to be with Mamoru and she wanted to make the best of it. She wasn't going to see him for another couple of months and wanted their time tonight spent doing something that they would both enjoy. This night had already been perfect and she was definitely ready to make it even more memorable.

He silently got them off the couch and picked up her purse off the table, leading her out the room with his arm behind her back. They passed their waitress, who was currently making her way to them and she handed Mamoru his receipt. He thanked her, before going down a different flight of stairs than they had came in from and leaving out a back exit. His car was parked right in front of the door with two valets holding out the front doors for them to get inside. Mamoru was going to be driving this time.

"Hope you enjoyed the dinner," Mamoru said after they had driven away from the restaurant. She nodded enthusiastically, glad to have her mind distracted from where they were going.

"Those shrimp and lobster rolls were amazing!" she gushed, thinking back on how everything that she'd eaten had tasted great.

They talked about their favorite dishes of the night for the entire ride until they reached a gorgeous high-rise apartment building a couple of minutes later. He drove into its underground garage and parked off to the left, right in front of a large black door. She stepped out the car and Mamoru opened the black door, which led them into a tiny room to wait for an elevator. Instead of having a button to press to call for it, there was a keyhole to which Mamoru inserted his key into and the 'up' decal lit orange.

"What floor do you live on?" she asked, trying to pass time while their elevator came.

"The last one," he answered. She nodded, figuring that she should of guessed that, considering penthouses were usually all the way on the top and she was sure that he lived in the biggest suite in the building.

Thankfully, the elevator came quickly enough and they both stepped inside together. The doors stood open longer than they should and she turned to the side panel to press for them to close. Except that there were only three options to choose from G, L, or P, and nothing else because apparently, this was his private elevator. Mamoru walked to her and she moved aside as he inserted his key again into one of the holes and the P button lit up. The doors finally closed and Mamoru stepped closer to her.

"Are you nervous?" he asked her with a sly look after he'd seen her lean against the wall further from him. "You should be... I don't think you're ready for what's going to happen next." She turned red.

"Shut up!" she cried defensively. "Why would you assume that I'm going to do anything with you?" she said with a huff, crossing her arms in front of her. What a pompous ass (even though he was completely right...)! "Maybe I just want to see what your apartment looks like!" she argued. He looked at her with a smirk, pressing himself against her so she was pinned to the wall.

"I don't believe you..." He lifted her chin up close and passed his thumb over her lips. "You want me," he said with a smirk. She spluttered, trying to defend herself, but he moved closer to her mouth, effectively shutting her up. "But it's ok," he purred. "I want you too, Usa..." Her mouth went dry at his comment; he knew exactly what to say to make her tremble in excitement.

The elevator finally beeped at their arrival and she was surprised when the doors opened right into his apartment. He pulled her arm and they stood inside his foyer, all previous naughty thoughts going away instantly as she marveled over his amazing home.

His walls were painted a deep sapphire and there was a large long mirror along the hallway leading to a high ceilinged grand entrance with a spiral staircase in its center. She looked on in awe; his apartment had multiple floors?! This place had to be huge! Thankfully there wasn't a dead animal head in sight--which was surprising, considering how proudly he spoke of himself about hunting--and she looked up instead to see a large gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging above her. She was sure she'd never been in a place more spectacular than this; not even his beach mansion was this flashy!

She stopped in front of a life-size marble statue of Shiva to her right, (which actually doubled as a coat rack!) and paused by a floor mat beneath it. On it, there were multiple slippers for his guests to use, but she didn't know whether to take her shoes off or not.

"Keep them on," he requested when he noticed her dilemma. "They're sexy." She blushed happily; it was the first compliment he'd given her all night!

He escorted her to the left, offering her something to drink (she declined) as they walked into a large living room. There was a huge, and incredibly plush, black sectional in the center of the room facing a gargantuan flat screen TV that was mounted on the wall. She walked over to the huge windows on the opposite wall and looked out into the city; they must have been really high up because the view was absolutely gorgeous!

The night sky was so beautiful and she thought about how romantic it was being here with this view, Mamoru really did live the perfect life... She felt his strong arms wrap around her from behind and she melted into his embrace. She noticed that he had dimmed the lights down and they stood in near-darkness as the city lights beneath them illuminated the room just enough for them to see each other. He kissed right below her ear, both his hands resting on her hips and she got the chills at how perfect this moment was.

She turned around, leaning on the glass as she looked up at him; this was the moment of truth... they were totally going to do this now. She took a deep breath in, getting nervous all of a sudden. She wanted this all to happen with Mamoru, she really did, BUT she needed just a little more time to psyche herself up and loose all her virginal jitters! She asked him where his bathroom was and he pointed to a corridor off to the left that exited the living room.

"The last doors to the right," he replied, letting go of her reluctantly.

She nodded and quickly made her way to where he'd directed, turning down the long hallway and stopping when she reached the end. She stood in front of two white double doors and cautiously opened them both at the same time. Her jaw dropped in amazement; this was his bathroom?!

She could safely say that she'd never seen anything like it! His bathroom was not only huge; it was every woman's wonderland! To her right, there was a double sink with a giant movie star mirror above it and a large shower that could easily entertain a party of ten against the same wall. On the left corner, there was a bathtub--that could hardly be considered one since looked more like a pool, in that it was so big it could probably hold 4-6 people inside of it--that had steps leading up to it. Beside it, there was a small red loveseat and a table with roses. This. Was. Amazing!

She could live in this bathroom! If this were her home, she wouldn't ever leave her house; this was all she ever needed in her entire life! She held the door open and went to yell to Mamoru down the hall, feeling the need to express just how lucky he truly was.

"Why do you even go outside?" she asked him from down the hall; he started walking over to her, confused. "Your bathroom is the most amazing thing I've ever seen!" she couldn't help but gush and he nodded, moving her aside to walk in. "If I lived in a place like this, there would be absolutely no reason for me to ever go outside! I would stay in here forever," she said dreamily, but he merely raised his brows skeptically at her proclamation.

"Trust me, you'll get over it eventually," he said looking around the bathroom with a bored expression. She guessed he was probably right; when you had all these options at your disposal they barely held your interest after a while. But that didn't mean that she wasn't any less envious; he was a GUY, dammit! He didn't need all of this fabulousness!

"You're such a waste!" she mumbled under her breath and he looked at her with a smirk.

"I can show you just how the sauna works if you'd like..." he offered and she tried to hide the excitement in her eyes that had nothing to do with his suggestiveness. The shower stall was also a sauna?! O.M.G.

Not that she was going to throw herself in there now, but the mere possibility of it was driving her green with envy; she wanted all these things too! If only she could live in his bathroom somehow without him noticing... She could literally crash on that couch and sneak food in from the kitchen since he'd said it himself that he was barely home. With a place this big, his own bedroom probably had an attached bathroom; there was no way that he'd come all the way downstairs to use the guest bathroom! She doubted that he would never even notice!

"No that's fine," she muttered, pushing him out the bathroom and locking both doors behind her. It was her time to explore the rest of this marvelous place!

She walked to the back of the room and looked around for the toilet; the most important thing seeming to be MIA. She finally found it in a separate room all by itself, just on time too cause she had been ready to pee on herself! She had drunk way too many glasses of champagne that Mamoru had slyly placed in front of her and her bladder was about ready to explode! She knew that he was just trying to help her relax, but even as she finished freshening up, she couldn't help but wonder just what exactly he had in store for her.

She trusted Mamoru to know what he was doing (that, she was sure, he had no problem with since he was probably an expert by now), but kept wondering about herself. Could she handle this, was she ready? The answer she kept telling herself was yes; not only could she handle this, but she wanted it so badly that she was sure she'd go insane if it didn't happen! She wanted Mamoru to fuck her already! If their previous foreplay was any indicator, then she just knew that it was going to be so good.

She walked back out into the living room and he was sitting comfortably on the couch, waiting for her. He stared at her intently as she walked back, his eyes unabashedly roaming over her figure. She shivered involuntarily; his looks alone excited her! He pulled her to sit next to him and forced her down onto the chaise, before pouncing on top of her.

"Stop being a tease and making me wait so long," he mumbled impatiently over her lips. She shook her head, trying to tell him that it wasn't her intention to do that, but he silenced her, not caring about what she had to say.

He kissed her and she opened her mouth invitingly, letting him consume her however he pleased. He grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric and making her gasp; he knew exactly how to get her in the mood fast! Kissing his way lower down her neck and chest, he pulled at her dress, trying to reach more skin to taste. Tugging her dress higher up her thigh with his other hand, he slowly inched his fingers in between her legs.

Her breath hitched as he rubbed the front of her panties slowly and tantalizingly, teasing her endlessly with soft circular motions. He kissed her deeply as she moaned into him, loving what his enticing movements were doing to her body. He pulled away from her and lifted her dress up to her stomach so that her hot pink underwear was now under his watchful gaze.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed over her bare waist. Placing his hands underneath her thighs and spreading her legs, he dipped his head down low. She squirmed as he hovered over her panties, his warm breath teasing her extra sensitive skin and she tried to calm her breathing and relax under his touch, but it was impossible. With Mamoru she was always overloaded with desire; he knew exactly the right moves to get her so horny.

He kissed the inside of her thighs softly, his hot tongue licking and teasing her delicate skin. One of his fingers slowly started making its way from her knee all the way up and smoothing over her panty line, before pushing the lacy material away. Mamoru looked at her mischievously and she practically melted on the spot.

He passed his lips over her wet center, teasing her with just the tip of his tongue. She gasped in surprise, the sensation much more intense than she had anticipated and she pulled his hair roughly as he licked her once more. Oh he definitely knew exactly what to do! He gave her a wicked smile before moving away and pulling her up to kneel with him. He kissed her passionately and she responded back with fervor as he finished removing her dress. Tossing it to the side, he kissed her collarbone and chest, pulling her bra straps down over her shoulders.

He moved around to unclasp her bra and pulled it off expertly, his mouth immediately moving to suck one of her nipples. He lowered their bodies down together on the seat, before pulling her underwear off and slipping them down past her feet. Leaving her heels on, he kissed his way up her leg before spreading them apart again and settling in between. He slowly brought his face closer to her pussy and she moaned as he suddenly shoved his tongue in between her folds.

His tongue delicately licked her clitoris and she couldn't describe exactly what she felt; all she knew was that it was too great for words. Mamoru held onto her waist roughly, as if trying to contain himself, but she wished that he wasn't. She wanted him taking her completely unrestrained... she just wanted him to let loose on her with all he had! She wanted him to do it all to her!

As if reading her thoughts, he picked up the pace of his tongue and swirled it around her wondrously, making her moan out even louder. He slid one of his fingers inside her, making her squirm as he continued sucking on her clit and she was sure that he was going to make her orgasm soon with the way he was working her so perfectly. The feeling of having his tongue on her like this was way too much to handle and she was surely going to burst any moment from the intense sensations. He was licking her marvelously, his mouth making her head spin in a dizzying whirlwind. This simple, but powerful feeling was the BEST THING she'd experienced in all her LIFE!

She shoved his head down onto her; she wanted it faster, harder! She buckled underneath him, holding onto his hair and came with a body shaking sigh, the waves of pleasure running through her like electricity. With his face still buried in between her legs, she pulled him away panting; it had been simply magical! The orgasm from the beach trip didn't even compare! His tongue was a million times better and she shivered again as the effects of her climax were still coursing through her body.

Mamoru sucked his finger clean, giving her a devious grin and she rested her head back on the cushion under her. She didn't want to move anymore, she was in paradise... He laid beside her on the little space they had and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him, still in half a daze.

"I hope you don't think that it's over," he teased. She pouted up at his grinning face and rolled over to her side with a groan.

"Leave me alone!" she mumbled, her body incredibly comfortable in the position she was in. She had just experienced the most earth shattering orgasm and she just wanted to sleep! "I'm done," she yawned.

"You can't be serious..." Mamoru laughed, his hand rubbing over her bare side. He stood and picked her up, flinging her over his shoulder haphazardly. He slapped her ass and she laughed in surprise, fighting to escape him, but he only held on to her tighter. "The party has just started!" he joked, her giggling echoing throughout the apartment as he carried her with one hand all the way up the stairs and into the next phase of their adventure.
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*Mamoru*

He carried Usagi's delicious naked body into his bedroom and closed the door behind them. Walking into the darkened room, the only source of light was the full moon coming in from his balcony window: it fit the mood perfectly. Usagi, who had her face buried into his neck, looked up when he stopped them in front of his king sized bed. She looked around curiously and he set her down on the crisp white sheets, ready to ravish her completely.

She took off her shoes and kneeled on the bed, placing her hands in his shoulders and kissing him sweetly. She unbuttoned his shirt and he helped her speed things up, shrugging it off himself quickly since he couldn't contain himself for much longer. She kissed his chest while unbuckling his belt, nipping and licking his stomach lower down his waistline and he groaned at the sensations; Usagi was too hot. She unzipped his pants, but stopped after that and he realized that it was because she was too shy to go further, so he quickly stepped out of his clothes and stood before her naked.

She bit her bottom lip nervously and even in the dim light he could tell that she was blushing. He grabbed her face gently, caressing her cheek with his thumb; there was no reason for her to get nervous now, especially since they've already seen each other naked before.

He got on the bed with her and pushed her down so that she was under him. He kissed her neck and chest as she tangled her hands in his hair and then moved lower to nip at her luscious titties. By the sounds of her desperate moaning as he sucked then noisily, he could tell that she was definitely ready for him. All traces of sleepiness gone from her face, she was now more alert than when she'd been downstairs, looking quite a bit anxious, but equally as excited, and staring at him with lidded eyes.

He reached over to his nightstand beside his bed and grabbed a condom from the top drawer, opening it and sliding it on to his erection quickly. His dick had been way beyond hard ever since their little make out session at the restaurant and he was more than ready to get this thing going. Eating her out had been just the beginning and he planned on showing her all the weapons in his arsenal: he just hoped that she was prepared to handle it.

"Please..." she begged him, pulling his lips to hers and wrapping her legs around his waist.

He groaned at the sensation of her hot wet core rubbing against him erotically and bit his lip to stop himself from just shoving himself inside her in one shot. He knew that this was her first time and was fully prepared to take it slow with her, but it didn't mean that he wasn't going to tear it up the moment she got used to him.

"Mamoru," she whispered after he'd been lost in thoughts of what he was going to do with her. "Take it slow," she pleaded and he kissed her, letting her know that he understood her perfectly.

Spreading her legs wide, he stared at the beautiful pussy that he was about to deflower... He shivered at the rush of excitement that passed through him at the thought of taking Usagi for his own; his was erection already getting to the point that it would be painful if he waited any longer.

He stood at her entrance with his dick propped against her slit. Sliding it up and down over her, she moaned at the pleasure of his intimate touches; she was so wet for him. He pressed against her entrance, ready to penetrate her and slid himself in slowly. She was so tight...

She gave out an inaudible gasp and stiffened, digging her nails into his thighs painfully and warning him to not move anymore than that. He sighed frustrated; he'd only been able to go in half way. He didn't want to hurt her either, but this wouldn't work out if she was going to be so tense.

"Breathe..." he coaxed her and she nodded, but didn't do as he said. She was still so nervous and he understood that, knowing that the first time usually hurt, but why wasn't she listening to him: he knew a thing or two about this process. "Usagi," he warned, leaning over and biting her shoulder harshly to force her to take a deep breath: she gasped in pain. "Relax. Breathe in."

She finally listened to him and he slipped in the rest of the way. She moaned out in pain, squirming beneath him and he settled over her, prepared to wait until she was comfortable with him inside. He kissed her lips softly, hoping to convey that he was willing to wait all the time it took, but really all he wanted to do was fuck her like a madman.

Her pussy wrapped around his cock was sending all thoughts of sensibility straight out the window and he wondered for how much longer he could play the gentleman before he started ramming inside her like a savage. Her perky nipples pressed against his body were just about to push him over the edge and he prayed that she would let him move soon because he wasn't sure how much of this torture he could take.

She finally let herself relax a little and gave him a lust filled look that had him pulsing inside her in yearning. She moved her hands lower to grab his buttocks, pulling him in deeper and urging him to move inside her. Glad that she was ready, he happily complied with her wishes, slowly sliding in and out, each thrust eliciting an even louder moan from her lips as her pain subsided quickly. She pulled him to her, kissing him desperately and he grabbed her breasts, her pussy tightening delightfully around him whenever he pinched her nipples.

He started moving faster and leaned away from her to get better leverage--he was about to rock her world. He grabbed her thighs tightly and started to thrust deeper into her, enjoying her cries of ecstasy. Usagi felt more amazing than he could have ever imagined; she was taking him in so welcomingly.

Usagi flushed pink in arousal underneath him, crying out in pleasure as he slid inside her tight, hot pussy, groaning into every thrust as he went inside her. He wanted this moment to forever be etched into his memory. Her face was contorted into the most gorgeous expression he'd ever seen on her; euphoria... and she looked beautiful.

"Usa..." he whispered, reaching out to pinch her nipples. "You're so hot." She smiled at his comment, her eyes rolling back as he continued to move inside her. Buckling under him in unison as he thrust into her wildly, she tensed, biting her lip in pleasure.

"Ooooh!" she orgasmed with a satisfied scream as she gasped for air. The look of content of her face was doing quite a bit of ego stroking for him; he loved knowing that he had made her feel good. He continued to thrust into her, despite the look of exhaustion in her face--he was still incredibly hard--but she lifted her hand up to his stomach.

"Mamoru!" she giggled, pushing him away while pulling him out. Sighing contently, she turned her back to him and laid on her stomach, snuggling her head into a pillow and ignoring him as she tried to fall asleep. But she'll be darned if she thought she was going to escape from him that easily!

He climbed on top of her and adjusted himself to enter her from behind. Leaning on his elbows next to her shoulders, he pushed his dick hard into her pussy. She made a low grunt, tensing up under him and was about to move away in protest, but as soon as he thrust deep within her, she moaned gratefully, arching her back to let him in further. She held on to the sheets above her tightly and he moved his head to the base of her neck, nibbling at the smooth skin there.

"I'm not done fucking you," he whispered in her ear.

He could see her smiling at him in excitement and he stared at her juicy lips, capturing them into a heated kiss as he drilled into her. She moaned, kissing him back hungrily as she enjoyed him on top. Once more feeling the familiar tightening of her vaginal wall around his cock, he knew that she was coming for him again; he must be fucking her real good for her to keep climaxing... Her mouth was opened wide as she gasped for air and he bit down on her bottom lip as he orgasmed too, no longer being able to resist the urge to cum with her.

She quivered underneath him, unclasping her hands from the bed sheets and letting out a shaky breath as he slipped out of her. He rolled over, pulling the condom off himself and throwing it into the wastebasket across the room. He missed and it landed somewhere near his dresser, spilling onto the floor; he rolled onto his stomach not caring. He just wanted to stay in bed and relax; now it was time to rest.

Usagi pulled his shoulder back towards her so that he was resting on his back facing her and she looked at him with a shy smile. He pulled her under his arm and she placed her head comfortably on his chest, her arm coming to lie over his breast. Even though he didn't usually lay in bed with the girls he slept with, she was just so irresistibly cute that he couldn't turn her away. It seemed that with her, he always did things a little differently.

"Did it hurt?" he asked curiously after a moment of silence. He looked at her and she paused pensively, as if really trying to figure out the answer to his question.

"Just a little: it was just really uncomfortable at first," she answered, tracing her fingers over his abs. "Other than that... I guess it was alright," she teased, a smirk on her face.

"Alright?" he wondered humorously, surprised that they could still joke around with each other despite the positions they were in. He wondered if their relationship would always be like this, but didn't altogether mind either way; he loved it just the way it was. "Is that why you came over and over, Odango?" he asked slyly, gently grabbing her still aroused breast.

"You're so full of yourself!" she muttered with a blush, not answering him. She didn't need to however, because her body still reacted to his touch regardless of what she said.

She looked up at him, lust still in her eyes and kissed him on the lips softly. He quickly rolled them over so that he was on top of her again; was she asking for more? Her tits were perkily inviting him over for a taste and he could barely resist the temptation of her body again.

"Haven't had enough?" he teased, kissing the sensitive spot on her neck that always made her squirm. Her gorgeous body had him hard again and since she'd already spread her legs without resistance, he wanted to accept her offer. She giggled, pushing his face far enough away from her to kiss the tip of his nose and looked at him through her long darkened lashes.

"I'm done," she promised and he smirked, knowing full well that she was fighting off the temptation. But he decided not to rush her; she would crawl back on her own... "Can you get my clothes from downstairs?" she asked him nicely, pushing back his hair as it fell messily over his forehead.

"No," he replied as he lightly teased the inside of her thigh with his free hand. "I like you naked." She rolled her eyes, but smiled broadly at his comment. From her full breasts and soft flat stomach, all the way down to the smooth skin of her thighs, she was illuminated beautifully under the moonlight and he was tempted to kiss every inch of her. No way was he going to let her cover up.

"Do you have a robe or something I could use at least?" she asked, pulling the sheets to cover herself from his insistent gaze of her nude form. "Stop looking at me like that!" she cried, hitting him in the shoulder and moving away from under him. He smirked, he couldn't help that she looked gorgeous.

"I'll look at you however I want," he replied, getting off the bed to put his underwear back on. "I already fucked you how I wanted," he said grinning triumphantly--he really was proud of himself.

"You're such a charmer," she responded with a sour look on her face, his remark clearly making her angry. He walked over to her and stood above her over the bed, extending his hand to help her out, but she ignored him.

"Don't get all fussy with me; you know I'm only kidding around with you," he said, trying once again to pull her out of bed. He saw a smile crawl to the corner of her lips as he tugged on her arm and he was relived to know she wasn't really mad at him. He gave her his discarded shirt as a peace offering and she took it from him gratefully, quickly putting it on.

It fit her way too big considering their height differences and stopped about halfway to her knees. She rolled the sleeves up a little bit higher and he helped her button up the shirt, leaving the top open enough so that he could still see her amazing cleavage. He stepped back and admired her image, she looked so hot wearing his shirt and he finally understood just what Motoki had meant when he said that he loved it when girls walked around in his clothes.

The combination of her hair falling loosely over her back and shoulders--slightly wild and incredibly sexy--along with her wearing nothing but his light shirt that outlined her hard nipples perfectly, she looked simply ethereal. She blushed under his gaze and walked past him to pick up her shoes, before going into his conjoined bathroom. He put on his pants, but stayed shirtless and pulled out a couple more condoms from his drawer, before putting them in his pocket and following her into the bathroom.

She was looking at herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair and she gave him a long side-glance as he walked up behind her. Visibly shuddering when he'd wrapped his arms around her, she stopped what she was doing and stayed limply in his arm as he lowered his face to her ear.

"What do you want to do now?" he asked her. They may have finished having sex, but that didn't mean that their date had to be over. He had a fully equipped home filled with dozens of activities for them to do: he even had a pool on his roof in case she wanted to go skinny-dipping with him.

"I don't know," she said with her eyes closed. "Maybe you could give me a tour or something," she said shrugging. He was glad that his home impressed her enough for her to be interested in looking around; hopefully it meant that she would visit him again.

"Of course," he replied, asking her to follow him once they'd left the bathroom.

He took her to the other side of the apartment, passing by a couple of spare rooms, before leading her into the bowling lane. As soon as he turned on the lights, she ran into the middle of the room and trying to soak in everything at once, stared around her in awe. She then stomped her feet in frustration, wishing she had socks on to slide down the lane, but they were both barefoot.

They moved on to the movie theater and she gushed on about his projector and so he promptly led them out before she noticed his movie collection and wanted to watch something long and sappy. He was hoping to curl up on the couch with her and keep fooling around. So he brought her back downstairs.

When they reached the downstairs living room, he noticed her bright underwear strewn on the ottoman and was instantly aroused; he'd forgotten she was completely naked under his clothes. He turned to her and she embarrassedly picked them up and put them on quickly before reaching out to grab her bra too: he stopped her. She looked perfect the way she was now; she didn't need to keep putting things that he was soon going to rip off anyway.

"Stop!" she protested when he took her bra away from her. "I'm trying to get dressed!"

He didn't even bother answering her and instead tucked the bra away from her under his arm and reached for the remote control for the TV, before sitting on the couch. She pouted, but followed suit and surprisingly squeezed into his side rather familiarly. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised, Usagi was an affectionate person and considering they were getting ever more comfortable with one another, this just came with the territory--not that it bothered him in the first place.

"Oooooh! Leave that channel on, I love this show!" she exclaimed and he looked at her wryly.

"Bishoujo Sailor Senshi?" he drawled: she nodded enthusiastically. He sighed, was she serious? That show was pathetic; none of the characters even looked like the real ones at all. He wanted to change the channel to hopefully something more interesting, but she was already bobbing her head to the cheesy theme song that played while the fake Senshi went into battle. He couldn't believe she enjoyed this so much...

"Oh there comes Tuxedo Kamen to the rescue!" she said tapping his thigh urgently as if he wasn't watching the same show as her.

"Loser," he muttered, but she ignored his comment.

"Aw! They belong together!" she cooed beside him and he reluctantly looked at the dreaded TV.

He cringed when he saw what she was talking about--good grief. There went his alter ego jumping through the local shopping mall with Sailor Moon in his arms as they stared at each other with a ridiculous amount of visual sexual tension. And in his opinion, he was holding onto her legs much too inappropriately for national television. Anyone watching this would assume that Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen were somehow involved--even Usagi apparently.

"You do know this is not real, right?" he asked her. "This is just a TV show. None of the real people even look like this," he reminded her and she mumbled something under her breath, but looked at him sweetly.

"I know. Tuxedo Kamen is so much more handsome in person," she teased, but it didn't bother him in the slightest hearing her say that. He'll take a compliment in any form, accidental or not, and gave her a brief nod; he'd always known that she was one of his biggest fans--he heard her and her friends gush on about how 'dreamy' he was.

"I bet you do know," he teased. "Just how many fights have you probably stalked him in?" he wondered, but she only looked away embarrassed. He'd heard many times before about how if she'd ever had a chance, she'd follow Tuxedo Kamen just to find out his identity. Which was why he always made sure to leave quickly after he wasn't needed anymore at battles; he didn't want to stick around in case there were crazy fans like Usagi around. He didn't need people knowing about him; especially not her.

She didn't need to know about the other side of him, especially when she barely knew the real him. Tuxedo Kamen was very much a part of who he was--whether it was temporary or not, he wasn't sure--but he would always be Mamoru Chiba no matter what. Anyone who would ever want to get to know him had to appreciate the real him before some imaginary superhero, that in reality, they (including himself) knew nothing about.

"For your information..." Usagi started seriously. "...only a couple of times actually!" she responded sheepishly, scratching her chin embarrassedly. He rolled his eyes at her abashed grin, but knew that she was only kidding around: he'd never seen her around before and he doubted that she was sneaky enough to go unnoticed by him. Unless she'd been a victim of an attack before... which he knew for a fact that she couldn't have been since he would have definitely noticed.

Wanting to get off the topic of his alter ego, he decided to change the channel--much to her disapproval--to a nature show and set the remote aside. She looked at him with a pout, but it quickly turned into a shy smile as he playfully pulled her loose shirt collar down over her shoulder. He had enough talking for the night, surely they could move on to more interesting activities.

"What are you...?" she asked, but he silenced her with a finger to her lips. The narrator of the bird-watching documentary was the only sound around them as they stared at one another lustily, the voice eventually fading away completely into the background as soon as their lips touched.

Usagi's hand surprisingly crawled onto his lap and rested right over the zipper to his pants. He knew that she wouldn't stay shy for too long. He hurriedly pulled her onto his lap and rather brutishly ripped open her shirt, not caring that he'd broken off more than half the buttons (granted, it was one of his favorite shirts, but he could always have them reattached back later). Pulling the thin material away from her body, he kissed down her neck hungrily.

Unbuckling his pants with just one hand, Usagi then opened the condom that had slipped out of his pocket. Pulling it out of the packet, she looked at it briefly before turning it over in her hands and sliding it down his erection rather expertly (he was glad to know that those sex-Ed classes were at least teaching something valuable). He pushed her panties aside and adjusted her so that he was pressed against her entrance.

Grabbing onto his shoulders for support, she slowly lowered herself over him and he slid inside her with ease. Holding onto her waist tightly, he started to help her move over him faster, going into her deep as she hopped on his throbbing dick. She was moaning her pretty little head off as he continued to pound into her, digging her nails into his back with each thrust.

When she eventually came, she screamed louder than before, her tongue playing with his. He knew that this position was one of the most sexually gratifying for women, something about the extra skin contact making them feel more intimate with their partner. So he made sure to use this position often because despite what people thought about him, he wasn't completely selfish and always made sure to give every woman a thorough fucking every time.

After he came, he tossed the condom away and held her close to him as she nuzzled into his neck. They stayed in the same position for a while, letting their heartbeats relax from their intense sex. She finally moved her head to face him and she stared at his lips as she spoke to him low.

"You know how strange this is, right?" she asked, coming closer for a kiss. He smiled at her 'observation', but didn't feel the need to go into that topic of conversation any further. Sure, this entire date was never something he would have foreseen, but that didn't mean that he wasn't enjoying himself despite it.

"You're thinking about it too much," he responded easily, squeezing her ass lightly. "Unless you're regretting this already..." he teased. She smiled up at him, looking him straight in the eyes and for a moment he was completely transfixed in her gaze; her true-blue eyes capturing his attention completely.

"I have a feeling... that I eventually will," she admitted. He raised his eyebrow in question and she leaned in closer to his face, mirth in her features. "But not today," she whispered. She kissed him sweetly on the lips and smiled at him.

He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead lightly; this being the most perfect way to wrap up the night. He had an incredible time with her today and although he was honestly a little sad that he had to leave, he knew that it would all be okay in the end. Because even if tonight was as far as his and Usagi's relationship would ever get, it was more than enough for him.
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The story is nearly all wrapped up! Hope you enjoyed and please don't forget to leave a review!
-CattyKitty