Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. Don't make a profit from my stories, and only the plots are mine.
Author's Note: Like a lot of my stories recently, this comes from a request. ObeliskX this one's for you! Also, Manga/Crystal tells a great version of the Moon Kingdom restoration. Many of the events described are from the anime however.

The HoneyMoon
Chapter One
Usagi's Moment

Usagi breathed deeply as she put her hand in Mamoru's. They smiled and waved at their friends and family, before facing each other. He took her other hand and they smiled at one another before closing their eyes and picturing their destination. A flicker of light could be seen even through their eyelids.

When the two opened their eyes again they were standing on the white surface of the moon. Things had changed since Mamoru had last stepped foot there. Usagi had prepared quite the surprise for her new husband. Using the power of the Silver Crystal, she had gone far beyond the restoration done when she had defeated Metallia. In fact, she had created quite a bit more than had been there in her own time.

And it was all because of what she was wearing under her little sundress. The idea had come to her long before, on a summer's day when the whole group had been at the beach. Sun and surf and sand. It had been a wonderful day. However, it had been during a time when Usagi and Mamoru had not yet been intimate. But she had seen then the physical reaction he had to her little white bikini.

All the girls had noticed it, and when she gave in to Mamoru on having the wedding right after her sixteenth birthday, the compromise she had asked for was that she plan the honeymoon. And she'd done so meticulously. She was quite proud of herself, and the work she and the girls had done. Everything was set.

Plenty of meals had been prepared by Makoto, and could be heated at a moment's notice. Minako had stocked the bedrooms with massage oils. Rei had created scented candles and placed them strategically for the best lighting. Even Ami had helped, finding manuals on everything from having a good marriage to the best sexual positions.

She smiled as they placed their bags beside the bed. Then she took his hand and began to pull him away. Usagi had plans. Plans that involved making her Mamo-chan lose his cool. She wanted him to completely let go of the stiff control he held over himself. She wanted to tease him, wanted to torment him, and prolong the pleasure for both of them. She pulled his arm gently but firmly towards the balcony and led him down a set of stone steps.

The gardens, full of roses, had been restored. He gasped at the sight of them, his head swiveling to look. She stopped dragging him long enough to show him the arbor where Serenity and Endymion had once shared their first kiss. She pointed to the spot where Endymion had chased Serenity down and finally taken her virginity. She hovered near the place where the two had been wed, and swiped at a stray tear.

Determined, Usagi continued her tour, leading him through the gardens and into her masterpiece. While the girls had helped, the work had been hers, and hers alone. And she'd slept for two days straight when it was finished. Just beyond the gardens the beach began. A lovely place with water lapping up on the sand. There were even waves, not as great as one would find in an ocean on earth, but small ones, caused by the wish she had made.

The sun shone brighter around the beach than elsewhere, and there were a few small trees she had planted as well. The girls had helped her find beach chairs and towels, and even a little umbrella. The stars were beautiful, the light of the sun incredible, and with the bubble of warmth she had created around the entire palace and grounds, she was quite sure he would be happy here.

She let go of his hand and turned to see what he thought. His eyes were wide, and he was smiling, looking out over the water. While he was distracted she lifted her sundress over her head and threw it over one of the beach chairs.

Now clad only in a tiny, white, string bikini, she pulled one of her long strands of hair over her shoulder and let it fall between her breasts. She'd seen how her hair enticed him, and adding that to the bikini, she hoped it would be enough to drive him wild. She smirked, waiting patiently for him to turn, her eyes on his face, wanting to catch every bit of his expression.

He turned. His face went slack for a moment before his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide and round as saucers. She wondered if they might actually pop like they did in old cartoons. She let out a tiny giggle, noticing him swallow a lump in his throat. Her eyes scanned him, following the contours of his body. His fists were clenched, and in his trousers was a huge bulge, indicating he had indeed noticed her.

Another giggle escaped as he closed his mouth, then opened it again, trying to speak. She felt proud and beautiful and very powerful in her femininity. She'd known for a while that Mamoru wanted her. He'd been controlling himself however, and no matter how much she had tried to get beyond his self-control, it hadn't happened.

Tonight, he was finally hers by marriage, and she knew that he would let go, just a little. Her goal was for him to let go completely. She wanted him to be wild for her, unstoppable, untamable, fierce and passionate. It wasn't so much to ask, was it?

He swallowed again, then opened his mouth one more time. "Wow," he choked out hoarsely.

"Hi," she said, blushing a little. She wasn't embarrassed, just feeling slightly shy. But she had to let go of that shyness. She had to get him to understand she wasn't some fragile porcelain doll that could be broken. She was Sailor frickin Moon for crying out loud, and she could handle whatever he gave her. She walked closer to him and trailed one hand down his chest.

"Hi," he said, still croaking a little. One hand came up as though to touch her shoulder, but he pulled it back without making contact. She tried to reach for him and he took one step back, fists clenched at his sides. He was frowning now.

She sighed. She didn't know what else to do to make him want her. She turned away, saddened by his rejection and went to pick up her sundress.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sounding unsure.

"Well, what does it look like?" she snapped, trying to hide her sadness behind anger. It had worked for her in the past with him, and she knew no other way. She didn't want his pity. She wanted his passion.

"Maybe I should clarify," he started again. "Why are you doing it?"

"Because a girl can only be rejected so many times before she gets the hint MAMORU! If you didn't want me you shouldn't have married me!" She threw the dress over her head and ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She didn't transform. If she did he'd be able to find her anywhere, and she needed time to get herself back under control. She'd thought, once they were finally married, he would actually want her.

"No wonder Chibi-Usa's an only child," she muttered, throwing herself down onto a patch of grass in a hidden area of the garden. As soon as she was down she let the tears flow. She knew she was a crybaby, and that she was younger than him. She wasn't the smartest person on the planet either, but she'd always assumed she was at least a little pretty. She'd even seen his physical reactions to her! So why didn't he want her? She swiped angrily at the tears.

It looked like she was doomed to be in a sexless marriage for well over a thousand years. The thought made her even more miserable. She pictured artificial insemination and an empty bed every night. Why was it that she was attracted to him, and loved him so much when he had no feelings for her. The tears came even harder after that, and she rested her head on her arm, laying there in that patch of grass, facedown, and sobbed.

Her mind swirled with all the hints and signals he'd given her over the years. Why hadn't she paid attention? Why hadn't she realized? He didn't really want her. All he wanted was the daughter from the future. She was just a burden he had to bear to get to her!

It had started so early too. She should have listened to all those old insults better. She was stupid. She was undatable. She ate too fast. She wasn't ladylike. She was a crybaby. She was too loud. She was too needy and demanding.

And then, even after they had been dating, it was always her that showed affection. When Chibi-Usa was around she had always come first. He always put school, or other activities before her too. And then he'd gone off to America without even warning her! It all added up. She wasn't his girlfriend. She was the millstone he carried around his neck! She was worthless and stupid, and he didn't even want her!

And the worst part, the very worst part, was that he would never see her as his equal.

So why had he insisted they get married after Galaxia's defeat? Had he just decided if he was going to be miserable he needed to get a start on it? What was she going to do trapped in his apartment with him when he would rather study or watch documentaries than pay attention to her? How was she going to survive all the years of loneliness and heartbreak?

Finally her mind ran down and she drifted into a fitful sleep.

Mamoru wasn't sure what had just happened. He was utterly confused, and unsure what to do. He kicked at the sand on the beach, not knowing how to fix the problem. By the time he'd even realized she was leaving she'd already gone, and it was too late to catch her. The gardens were an absolute maze.

How could she think he didn't want her? He'd barely kept himself under control the past two years, and had even convinced her to marry young so that he could have her all the time. He hadn't been rejecting her, just trying to control the urges. The ones that made him want to throw her down and take her so fast and so hard that it would break her.

She was his tiny little princess, so sweet and kind, and funny, beautiful and very gentle. Fragile even. She was only 4'11 to his 6'2. She was thin and beautiful, and during the time he'd been gone she'd blossomed into the most alluring young woman. Her breasts and hips had grown, and her little bottom made him want to spank her, and maybe bite her neck a little. But he had to be careful. He didn't want to hurt her. He wanted to take care of her.

He was her protector. Her guardian in all things. Sometimes even from herself. Hadn't he cancelled dates to make sure she studied? Hadn't he taught her to eat healthier foods? Hadn't he always treated her like she was the most precious thing on the planet?

He growled in frustration. Of course he wanted her. She was just being silly.

But that look. That look she'd given just as she'd turned away. That look of hurt, of bone deep sadness. He had somehow done that to her. How had she misinterpreted his actions? How had she missed all the cues he'd given. Hadn't he told her time and again that he loved her? He wouldn't call her Usako if he didn't.

When Seijouru had been hitting on her, even before he'd regained his memories, he'd been jealous. When Dimande had taken her, he'd flown to her rescue. When any guy looked at her he glared and growled. The only exception had been Seiya, and that was out of sheer gratitude. He'd still been jealous. Even though in her mind, the boy had only been a friend, that boy had held and comforted her while he was dead!

And somehow she thought he didn't want her. How could she ever believe that?

An image of a weeping Usagi as she asked if he liked Chibi-Usa more than her popped into his head. Or the time she'd offered to come with him to protect Chibi-Usa and he'd told her he had it all on his own, and her smiled had faltered before she'd hidden her pain again. And how many times had Chibi-Usa insulted Usagi, and he'd simply laughed it off instead of saying something to the girl?

Then another image, when he'd been having the dreams and had told her he didn't love her, that he had only been with her because she was the princess. He'd purposefully shown up in front of her with other women, to push the point home. She'd almost died, been trapped within dreams, and still he'd turned away from her. And when he'd finally confessed the reason, she'd told him she'd had the dreams as well, but had known they could overcome anything together.

More images came, like a flood. Times when he'd held a book in front of his face, not paying her any mind as he studied or read an interesting theory, and that same look of hurt and rejection would flood her features, for just a second, before it disappeared to be replaced with her bright smile. Times when they'd be out shopping and she'd see something she thought was cute and just wanted him to look, and he'd only been embarrassed because of her enthusiasm. Times when they'd been eating out and he'd told her to slow down because she was embarrassing him.

And the last image, the morning he'd told her he was leaving for America. He hadn't given her warning or time to prepare, and for just an instant complete devastation had filled her eyes before she'd once again hidden her pain behind what he was beginning to realize was a completely fake smile. She'd even told him she'd promised herself she wouldn't cry until he was gone. How had he not seen it? It even must have seemed like an afterthought to her, when he'd given her the promise ring.

He smacked himself on the forehead. He was an idiot. He'd been trying to control himself, and while he had, he'd also succeeded in sending her the message, not once, but probably hundreds of times, that he didn't really want her. Instead of accepting her enthusiasm and enjoyment of life, he'd been more worried about his image.

He was a horrible boyfriend. He really didn't want to be a horrible husband too.

He made his way to the palace slowly, lost in thought. Several times he got turned around because he wasn't paying much attention. And then he heard the sobs. He couldn't see her, but he could hear her. He began to search, not calling out her name because he knew she would run. Instead he followed the sounds, making several twists and turns along the path. Her sobs died away, and for a moment he panicked, thinking he wouldn't find her.

But as he came out of one pathway he saw her, lying facedown on the grass, one arm under her head, the other tucked close to her cheek. She had fallen asleep there, lying on the grass. Her face was red, ravaged by tears, and her little nose was swollen. Her eyes were puffy, and looked sore. His heart clenched at the sight.

He bent and gathered his sleeping wife into his arms. She unconsciously cuddled in deeper, proving that she still trusted him at least. He carried her through the garden, keeping the palace in sight and soon he was walking up the steps to the balcony outside the room that had once belonged to Princess Serenity. He pulled the comforter down and settled her into the bed, then bent and kissed her forehead.

He had a lot to make up for. But first, he was going to find her some food.

Usagi's nose twitched. She could smell something heavenly. Mamoru was standing over her, placing a tray with two large bowls in the center of the bed. Gyudon, which was one of her favorites, filled the bowls. It was rice with spices and beef laid over the top, the juices sinking down into the grains and soaking them in flavor. Makoto always made the best, with a sauce over the beef, and Usagi's mouth watered.

She plastered on a huge grin for Mamoru, unwilling to upset him, even now. She knew he'd had a hard life, and her making him miserable wouldn't change the state of their marriage. She watched as he climbed in on the other side of the bed and handed her a spoon. She was not a fan of chopsticks. Being a klutz made eating difficult with them, and she much preferred the convenient scoop.

She did her best to take small bites and chew her food several times before swallowing. Mamoru hated it when she was messy eating her food. She wiped her chin carefully when she did make a mess, and continued to smile, though there was an uncomfortable silence in the bedroom. She didn't know when he'd found her and carried her inside, but he obviously had, as there was no one else on the Moon.

Not meeting his eyes, she mumbled an apology for losing her temper. He didn't respond, so she laid her spoon down. She was no longer hungry. She sighed, realizing she'd ruined their honeymoon with her horrible antics. A tear slipped out and she tilted her head down further so he wouldn't notice. This was not going well.

"Usako," he breathed, and she flinched. She didn't want to hear it. But she knew she had to if she was to fix things. She still didn't lift her head. She couldn't bear the patient look he would have in his eyes. So she notched up her smile and stared at the bowl of food.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he said after what felt like an eternity of silence. "I did."

She couldn't get the words to compute. She chanced a glance up at him and saw that he looked miserable. She reached out a hand to comfort him, but then pulled back, unsure if he actually wanted her touch. He grimaced and she felt like she was dying, just a little.

"What have I done to you," he muttered. He put his dish back on the tray and took hers as well, before he stood and put the tray to the side. She tried to slip away, to leave the room before he could break her heart any more than it already was, but he caught her by the wrist and pulled her up against him, her back to his chest.

"Usako. This is all my fault." She shook her head in denial. He wasn't to blame. He was only trying to take care of her after all. It wasn't his fault he didn't love her. "No, it is," he insisted. "Somehow I've given you the wrong impression, and I don't know how to fix it."

She couldn't help the freshet of tears that slipped down her cheeks. She'd known. She'd figured it out in the garden. She didn't really want to hear him confirm it.

"Let me go. Please?" she begged, but instead he held her tighter.

"No. You're mine," he whispered in her ear. A shiver ran through her at the words, and the breath against her cheek.

"You don't have to Ma..." she was cut off as he turned her.

"Don't!" he growled. She looked up at him in confusion. "Listen to me," he said, and he moved her to sit on the edge of the bed, holding her by her upper arms as he leaned down and put his face close to her own.

"You think I don't want you?" he asked. "You have no idea. None Usako. You have no clue how many times I've barely controlled myself from holding you down and taking you whether you were ready for me or not. How many times I've had to take a cold shower the moment you left my apartment. How many times I've had to dig my nails into my palms so I didn't throw you down and take you so hard you'd break in half."

He was breathing hard, panting with exertion. Her whole body lit up with desire. She felt heat inside, moisture pooling between her legs, her nipples hardening.

"Even now, right this minute, all I can think of is spreading you open and taking you again and again and again, until you beg me to stop, and then taking you some more. I keep myself under control so I don't hurt you!"

She was both grateful and pissed. She didn't have a chance to respond.

"I convinced you, almost coerced you into marrying me much younger than you would have because I can't go another day without you in my arms. And even now I have to fight for control, because if I ever let myself go I would tie you to my bed and never let you leave."

"Who says I'd want to," Usagi grumbled, then glared up into his face. "You, Mamoru-baka, are an ass!"

He looked surprised and a bit annoyed, and she wanted to laugh at the look on his face. He was annoyed? For more than two years she had done everything in her power to show she both loved and wanted him. And while he'd told her many times that he loved her, and he'd saved her so many times she'd lost count, that love wasn't tempered with respect, and he didn't show her that he cared.

Instead he told her what to do, how to act, and how to eat. He cancelled dates because he wanted her to study, which had caused more harm then good, as she would then spend that time, alone in her room, crying her eyes out where no one could see, not even Luna as she would lock the bitchy cat out when she had to cry. No one respected her, and she'd had about enough of it.

There was no way she was going to be trapped in a marriage with a man who didn't know she was strong and capable. Who saw her as a thing to be put on the shelf and protected, instead of a person who was his equal. Who had saved him many times too. Who had brought him back from the dead. Who had died to protect him.

She'd had enough, and there was only one way for this to be solved. She very gently grabbed one of his wrists, and in one motion stood and threw him over her shoulder. He landed hard, his back hitting the floor with a thud. The wind was knocked out of him and he lay gasping there, staring up at her in shock.

"You think a bit of sex will break me Mamoru-baka?" she asked, standing over him, one foot to either side of his hips. "You think you can do worse than Youma, or Droids, Cardians, Daimon or Remless or maybe the Phages? You think you're stronger than Beryl, Metallia, Wiseman, Pharaoh 90, Mistress 9, Nehelinia, and Galaxia?"

She snorted and glared down at him. "I think you don't even respect me a little. You have no clue who I am, do you. I am Sailor fucking Moon, and by Kami I won't be treated like spun glass by you, or anyone else!"

Mamoru was still staring up at her, his mouth gaping.

She went to her knees, straddling him. "If you wanted me, you could have had me. Any time Mamoru-baka. Any fucking time. Instead, you treated me like a child, made me feel worthless, stupid, and unlovable. And come to find out its just the dream bullshit all over again. You are trying to make decisions for me. Well, no more. You are my husband, not my father. I'm done!"

With that parting shot she stood, no longer willing to be hurt by him or anyone else. She felt lighter than she had in a long time, and resolved to finally speak her mind to the Senshi and Luna when she returned home. So many problems had been caused by people not respecting her. How many issues could have been avoided? How many times could people have been protected?

Her mind whirled with it all. Luna assuming the girls were enemies, or that Tuxedo Kamen was a Negaverse spy. People not listening when she said she had a bad feeling about Seijouru and Natsume. Knowing something was off about Chibi-Usa when no one would hear her and just assumed she was jealous. The Inner Senshi not listening when she said they could work with the outer Senshi. Trying to kill Hotaru instead of help her. The way Mamoru had hidden his illness when the Dead Moon Circus was their enemy. The way the Senshi refused to work with the Starlights, and so many little things she couldn't even think of them all.

And the disrespect she'd been shown since the first moment. Orders not obeyed in battle that had almost gotten her killed. Constant teasing. Being told what to do or how to do it. Luna's recent insistence that she give up her one and only dream of writing Manga. She'd already agreed to take classes on politics and everything else the cat insisted on, but being forced to give up one of the few joys in her life on top of it was going too far.

She grabbed her travel bag and went into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving Mamoru, still stunned, lying on the bedroom floor. She'd wanted him to lose control, but in the end, it had been her, and it felt wonderful.

After stripping out of her clothes she took a long and luxurious shower and redressed herself, this time in jeans and a comfortable t-shirt. She went back into the bedroom to say goodbye to Mamoru. She was going home. He could follow her, or not, but their honeymoon had been ruined. She wasn't going to stick around and be treated as though she was less than him anymore.

"Bye Mamoru," she said, and gave him a friendly wave, hauling her bag closer to her body as she began to pull on the magic that would help her teleport. "I guess I'll see you at home."

Author's... Bitch Session: Alrighty folks. There you have the first chapter in my newest story... and it's not a happy chapter, though the rest of the story will be filled with a whole bunch of fun and lots of lemon...

But I had to find a way to express some of my dissatisfaction with many of the things that were changed in the anime. Because if you read the Manga Mamoru treats Usagi like an equal. Sure, he protects her, but she also protects him, and he knows it. He doesn't act like she's stupid or immature, and he sure as hell doesn't seem to be embarrassed to be seen with her.

There is no memory loss (the Doom Tree arc was actually put in to kill time because the Manga author hadn't had time to finish before they began animating) and sure as hell no breakup. There were no rainbow crystals creating a rift between Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen. There was no time when Rei dated Mamoru...

Also, Mamoru figures her identity out sooner, and begins to treat her differently long before he discovered she was also the moon princess. Because who wants to be loved based on their past life? That had to be an awful feeling!

And it was quite obvious that he wanted her in the Manga as well... and he showed jealousy, which I think is important. Because yeah, Usagi was jealous of all the time he spent with Chibi-Usa... but don't you think a guy would get jealous when he sees another person hitting on his girl? Especially a guy who was raised in an orphanage and had to protect what little was actually his.

To be honest, I quite enjoy the Doom Tree arc, the rainbow crystals, and many of the other episodes, but other things have bothered me for years. Not just the way Luna talks to Usagi, but ALL OF THEM. How many times did Usagi save the others? How many times did she bring them back from the dead? How many times did she have to face a final battle completely alone?

Exactly.

And the breakup! Talk about a man making decisions for the 'little woman who couldn't possibly think for herself.' UGH! I mean seriously. How horrible is that!? I don't want you to die, but instead of telling you why I'm breaking up with you, I'm going to tell you something so horrible it will make you wish you were dead so you didn't have to feel the pain. How stupid can someone be?

In the Manga you begin to see the other girls respecting her very quickly, and when things get bad, do you know what they do? They literally sacrifice themselves for her to have a chance. They talk about how much she loves them, and how she turned them into a family, and showed them what true friendship really was. And yeah, Rei still picks on her a bit, but she was never deliberately cruel.

So this chapter was a way for me to show how all of that might build and build and build inside a person until she FINALLY said something instead of whining that people were mean.