AN: Hello there! So this is my second SM fic ever, made specifically for Aya Faulkner's Happy Hump Day. If you have not checked it out, you need to, there are the cutest/hottest one-shots in it!
Thank you as always Aya for betaing and inspiring me! And thank you Beej88 for also betaing this one! I appreciate you both, more than you know!
Hope you enjoy and happy reading!
Rated M: For Lemon and Language.
Sex With the Ex
It had been three months since she'd last seen him. Three months since she'd seen that look in his eyes, the one she'd put there. Smoothing out the short flowy skirt of her dress, she sighed. She couldn't do this. What if he was there with someone else? Should she have brought someone else? Groaning she flopped back down on her bed, grabbing her pillow, she put it over her face and screamed. If Minako heard her she would come rushing in, and Usagi couldn't pretend that she was alright, not right now.
This was Motoki's wedding though, she had to be alright. Missing her faux big brother's wedding would be her biggest regret, well, aside from breaking up with Mamoru months ago. Her mind was made up, standing up from her bed, she dabbed the tears at the corners of her eyes and straightened her posture. Nothing was going to stop her from attending this wedding, and from being happy for the newlyweds. Dammit, she was Usagi Tsukino! She could do this!
Stepping to her bedroom door, her foot caught the edge of her area rug, making her spill onto her bedroom floor. She groaned and squealed in frustration. Okay...maybe she couldn't do this. Her bedroom door flew open, and a concerned looking Minako stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "What are you doing down there?"
Usagi sighed, and rolled over to stand. "I thought the view from my bedroom floor would be great."
Minako grinned, the grin that told Usagi she wouldn't like what she was going to say. "Well, when you're not alone, it can be pretty great." Winking at her, she moved from the doorway allowing her to pass through.
"I shouldn't be, but somehow you always manage to surprise me!" Usagi grabbed her clutch and slipped on her little black heels. Looking in the mirror in the entryway, she smoothed her skirt out again. It felt too short, but Minako insisted. Moving her blue eyes down from her slim face to the little pink and black dress. The top was pink and tight up around her neck, clasping around the back, she knew her back was completely bare down to the small of it. The bottom was black and ruffled, stopping at her mid-thigh. Her legs were covered in tan pantyhose and now her little black heels topped it off. Actually, her long curled blonde hair, stopping at her waist, topped it off. Minako was a magician with the curling iron, making it so her blonde hair didn't end at her calves like normal.
Minako popped next to her in the mirror, the form-fitting violet dress left little to the imagination, but that was Minako for you. Usagi wished she had Minako's confidence. Her blonde friend's hair was pulled back into a tight bun and Minako's soft makeup matched hers. "You're gorgeous Usa, like always. Now, are you done checking yourself out?" Minako placed a quick peck on Usagi's cheek before pulling her out the door.
O.o.O.o.O
The hotel ballroom was bigger than she would have imagined. She peered in through the curtain covered double doors, taking in the view. Round tables filled the room, all covered in black tablecloths, giant hydrangea centerpieces were in the middle of each one. The hotel staff continued setting up, placing black cloth covered chairs with blue sashes tied around each of them at each table. Turning her attention back to the guestbook in the room she resided in, she took in a deep breath and signed her name. If it was this hard to look at the color blue without being reminded of his eyes….how hard was it going to be when she saw him up there by Motoki's side?
"Really? A guest book? What century is this?" Minako scribbled her name below Usagi's, and turned to face her.
"It's Motoki, Mina. He's old school." Usagi looped her arm around Minako's and walked down the aisle, passing rows of chairs; until, they reached the fifth row back on Motoki's side.
"Why are we sitting so far back?" Minako's eyebrows furrowed; until, she looked at Usagi's face. Her mouth formed an O, and she walked a few seats in before sitting down.
"When will the others get here?" Usagi picked up the brochure and smiled. Typical Motoki.
"They should be here. How did we get here first? We're always late!" Minako turned in her seat and looked around the small crowd that had formed. Her eyes locked on Rei's and she waved her over, noticing the other two, Ami and Makoto, with her.
The room started to fill with people while the five girls chatted about their studies. "Have you picked a major yet?" Rei's hand covered Usagi's, giving a small smile her way.
"No not yet, but it's just my second year. Still have a little…" A small gasp left her, making all four girls follow her line of sight. Mamoru stepped in from a side door and took his place at the front. His eyes roamed the crowd for two seconds before finding hers. He visibly took in a quick breath and neither of them broke away. It was a staring contest no one would want to be in. Three months...it had been three months, and his eyes still held the pain she'd left in them. The officiant and Motoki made their way up the aisle, giving her the escape she needed to break away from those endless blues.
Rei's hand squeezed hers before letting go, and Minako kept her arm securely around her. She watched Motoki, knowing Mamoru's eyes still had not pulled away from her. Motoki looked nervous as he switched which hand clasped over the top of the other. The music queued and Reika's Maid of Honor slowly walked down the aisle. It looked like they'd decided to keep their wedding party small or Reika had kept it small for Motoki's sake. The music switched and everyone stood, she was the last to stand, unsure if her legs could support her. Reika entered on her dad's arm, a thin veil laid over her face, but you could still see her beauty through it.
Tears formed in all the girls' eyes. This day had been one they'd seen coming for the last four years. Reika's father shook Motoki's hand and whispered something, from what Usagi could tell it must have been a small threat because the color drained from Motoki's face. His hands shook as he lifted the veil off Reika's face, and then something sparked alive in him. She saw the nerves leave him, as if they were never there, as soon as he saw Reika's visible face and held her hands in his. Everyone took their seats and the ceremony began.
O.o.O.o.O
She roamed around the ballroom looking for the table with her name on it. Maybe Minako was right, there is such a thing as too 'old school' Toki. She found the triangle shape with her name on it and looked around the table. Rei, Ami, Minako, Makoto. She breathed a sigh of relief, just the five of them at this table. A suit covered arm reached out, and a new name placement was set down at the last empty chair at her table. Her eyes moved up the arm and she found dark navy blue eyes looking at her. "Long time no see Odango Atama!"
A wide grin graced her features and she threw her arms around his shoulders, "Seiya!"
His breathy laugh stirred her curls near her temple. She pulled back and looked up at him, "They have assigned seating for a reason you know, can't just play musical chairs."
He lightly flicked her forehead and sat down in the chair next to hers, pulling her chair out next to him, he gestured for her to sit. "Why waste a perfect empty seat?"
She sat down and giggled, "And what about the seat you were assigned to? Now it goes empty."
Shrugging he leaned his chin against his hand, "Taiki and Yaten will make it without me."
Her mouth opened to speak but the DJ interrupted, "Ladies and Gentlemen! I'd like to introduce for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Furuhata!"
Everyone stood and cheered while Motoki and Reika jogged into the ballroom, hands clasped in the air. Usagi clapped and laughed watching Motoki twirl Reika out in the center of the floor. Mamoru and Reika's Maid of Honor walked in shortly after them, both clapping. The girls joined the table, each giving Seiya a quick hug before sitting down.
Usagi turned sideways in her seat, crossed her legs, and raised her eyebrows, "So."
Seiya let out another short laugh, turned towards her, and leaned his elbows against his knees, "Yes?"
Usagi crossed her arms, holding her elbows in each hand and leaned forward against her thighs, "Still loving the fame?"
His smile never left his face, one of his hands lightly touched the calf of her crossed leg, "Don't think I will ever tire of it."
She rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, "Of course, always the attention whore."
Fake hurt crossed his face, "Me?! Never!"
O.o.O.o.O
Mamoru sat at the head table with Motoki, Reika and her Maid of Honor. All of his features screamed anger. His arms were crossed over his chest and his eyes stayed locked on a specific table. He watched the little stunt Seiya pulled, moving his name tag and then when Usagi hugged him, rage erupted in his veins. Now he had to sit here and watch them lean inches apart, Seiya's hand touching her, both grinning.
Motoki leaned over, nudged him and whispered, "You know Seiya has always lov.." a low growl coming from Mamoru stopped Motoki mid-sentence. "Liked...you know Seiya has always liked Usagi, but that doesn't mean she likes him." Mamoru's eyes snapped to Motoki's and he gestured to Usagi's table. Motoki sighed and moved his eyes to where Seiya's hand laid, "Okay, I know that looks bad, but I stand by what I said."
Mamoru groaned and stood up, "Whatever, I'm getting a beer. I'll be back when the food arrives."
O.o.O.o.O
The now empty plates were cleared and she took another sip of her apple sangria. "Nicely done Mako!"
"I can't believe you had time to cook all that!" Ami dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin.
Mako smiled and grabbed her glass, "Well Neph helped, he groaned a lot, but he still helped!" All four girls awed and lifted their glasses to Mako.
Seiya returned with another beer in hand, "What are we toasting to?"
Minako set her glass down, "To Mako's amazzzzing cooking."
Seiya took a sip before setting his bottle down, "You did that? Wow! Really amazing Mako."
Mako grinned and blushed, "Okay let's take the attention off me! It's Motoki's big day!"
Chuckles were heard around the table before the DJ quieted the crowd down again, a new song began, "If you could all turn your attention to the dance floor, on our happy couple, as they begin their first dance."
All eyes were on the ballroom dance floor, watching Motoki and Reika gliding gracefully around. Whoops, could be heard through the crowd when Motoki dipped Reika and gave her a long kiss. Mamoru and Motoki's sister joined them on the dance floor, soon more couples floated to the dance floor. Seiya turned and held his hand out to Usagi, "Let's do this."
Usagi snorted, rolled her eyes and placed her hand in his. He led her to the dance floor, twirling her around once he pulled her in close to him. She giggled after the twirl and placed her free hand on his shoulder, Seiya's hand rested on her hip and held tight to her other hand.
Mamoru's eyes watched them over Unazuki's head, both of them still smiling, talking, laughing, dancing. The last three months had been hell. The woman he loved left him, no explanation. The blonde girl he had seen almost every day for the last five years, the girl that grew into the woman that danced with another man, a man he despised, had gone missing from his life for the last three months. He looked down at Motoki's sister, excused himself and beelined for the bar.
O.o.O.o.O
He stood in the corner downing his seventh...eighth...can't be more than nine beers? Watching the blonde curls toss back over her bare shoulder, she set down the empty wine glass next to five other empty ones. You would never be able to tell her dress had no back with all that hair, but Seiya's hand moved through it, rubbing up and down, allowing porcelain skin to peek through.
Mamoru slammed the beer bottle down with a small growl and his mind was made up. He maneuvered through the crowds of people and around the tables, making his way to his blonde angel. She was laughing again at something Seiya said, Mamoru's hand had a mind of its own, he grabbed Seiya's wrist, stopping his fingers from playing with the curls on her back. Usagi and Seiya both turned and noticed the dark look on Mamoru's face. Once his ocean blue eyes met hers he relaxed, "Usako."
She took in a sharp breath and angled her body towards his, "Mamo-chan."
His hand let go of Seiya's wrist and turned palm up towards her, "Care to dance?"
Her lips pulled into a small smile, nodding she rested her hand in his. His fingers curled around her small hand and helped her stand, giving one last glare to Seiya, he led her to the dance floor. Pulling her flush against him, he placed his hand against the small of her back and used his other hand to hold hers against his chest. His cheek rubbed against her curls before resting it against the side of her head. Pressing her nose against his shoulder, her heels giving her enough height, she inhaled slowly, taking in everything that was Mamoru.
"You look beautiful." He whispered against her ear through her hair, making her shiver.
"Thank you, you always look amazing in a suit."
His chuckle vibrated against her chest. The soft song led them around the dance floor, Mamoru leading her slowly. She closed her eyes when she felt his lips start to move against her ear again, she realized he was singing along to the song...to her. "Cause we were just kids when we fell in love. Not knowing what it was, I will not give you up this time. But darling just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own. And in your eyes, you're holding mine."
He pulled back, her eyes opened and met his, letting the lyrics to the song wash over them. Stepping back, he turned her around, placing his right hand on her right hip, extending her left arm across his chest, holding her left hand in his. The front of his right hip rested against the back of her left one, and his lips found her ear through her hair again. "We are still kids, but we're so in love. Fighting against all odds, I know we'll be alright this time. Darling just hold my hand. Be my girl, I'll be your man. I see my future in your eyes."
Tears were brimming in her eyes and she felt like she couldn't catch her breath. This is why she stayed away the last three months, she knew it was dangerous to be around him. His love consumed her and she knew…she knew if he would have presented that ring, the ring she found in his sock drawer months back, and looked at her with those deep ocean blue eyes, she would have said 'yes'. She would have given up any possible dreams, let go of her freedom, had her entire future planned because she would have said 'yes'.
He lightly pushed her out, spinning her back around to face him. She could feel eyes on her, probably the entire room, but she knew for sure her girlfriends were watching. Her eyes couldn't leave his though, so much emotion flowing in them and she couldn't look away. The song ended and he didn't pull away. "Want to go get a drink with me?" She couldn't find her voice and honestly, she was scared of what might come out, so she just nodded. Pulling her behind him they walked over to the bar, he ordered for both of them before turning back around to her. "So, Seiya huh?"
Her eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted slightly, "What do you mean?"
Grabbing the drinks from the bartender, he handed her an Apple Sangria and took a sip of his beer. Is this number ten? "Seiya is the reason you ended things?"
She froze and stared at him, waiting, because this had to be a joke, right? When he just watched her, taking another drink, she let out an angry laugh, "You're kidding right?"
He shook his head and held the beer with both hands.
Chugging the contents of her glass, she slammed it down and moved her lips next to his cheek. "I haven't seen Seiya since the last time you saw Seiya. We are friends have always been nothing more than friends. If he wants more that is on him, but I have made it more than clear on multiple occasions that I'm only in love with y…" She gasped, realizing her mistake too late and pulled her eyes back to meet his.
His eyes looked like a raging storm and his breathing was quick. Lifting the beer back to his lips he tossed his head back downing the last of it in one quick drink. He grabbed her hand and bolted from the hotel's ballroom. Once outside of the curtained double doors he turned around and pushed her flat against the wall. "Mam…" His lips crashed down onto hers and his arm snaked around the small of her back, flattening her against him.
The alcohol was flowing freely through both of them, neither had kept count on what drink they were on, just the fact they didn't want to feel the pain from having the other so near. Pulling back he stared down at her, both of them panting, lips red and her lipstick smeared. "Do you still trust me?"
She gulped and leaned off the wall, lightly touching his chest with one hand, "I'll never stop trusting you."
He grabbed the hand off his chest and pulled her to the hotel elevators. The elevator doors closed after he hit the fifteenth floor, turning around towards her, he wrapped both arms around her waist. Lifting her off the ground, his lips sought hers out. Her fingers yanked at his dark locks, pulling his mouth harder against hers. The ding was barely registered by the couple, moving backwards he pulled her with him down the hall to his room. They broke apart long enough to unlock, open, shut, and lock the hotel room door.
Once inside the hotel room, she allowed her eyes to finally rake over him completely. He really did always look great in a suit, his dark locks were tumbling into his beautiful eyes. His face looked a little thinner, making her wonder about his eating habits over the last few months. He tossed his suit jacket to the floor, very uncharacteristic. Backing her into the wall he loosened and pulled his tie away, he was still panting and she felt like prey. Her eyes roamed over the room until he took up her entire line of sight. "Usako," he mumbled out before kissing her again.
The kiss ignited her again, pushing off the wall she fumbled with the buttons of his white shirt. His hands drunkenly moved under her hair to the back of her neck, finding the button to her dress, he undid it, making it thud to the floor around her feet. She had only made it halfway through his buttons before he jerked back. Ripping the shirt from his pants he pulled it over his head and threw it on top of his jacket. Her eyes roamed his bare toned chest down to his slightly muscular stomach.
His eyes moved over her, the only thing covering her were laced white boyshorts, pantyhose and black heels. No matter how many times he had seen her naked she still blushed, especially when he looked at her like a wild animal on the hunt. Locking his eyes on hers again, he unbuttoned his pants, pushed them and his briefs down and off along with his shoes and socks. Now staring up at her from the floor, he rubbed his hands along her legs and groaned. "Pantyhose?"
She grinned down at him, forgetting for a minute how much he hated it when she wore hose, he loved feeling her skin. He picked up one leg and pulled off her black heel, then did the same to her other foot. Pressing his lips against her knee, he trailed up until he reached her hips where the hose rested. His fingers hooked into them and her panties, pulling them down in one sweep. After slipping her feet out of them, without warning his tongue dragged up along her folds. Gasping, she grabbed the top of his hair and arched her back giving him more access.
His hands squeezed the tops of her thighs and he dipped his tongue into her. "Mmm Mamo." She tilted her head back and rocked her hips against him. His lips moved up and sucked against her clit making her cry out. Quickly lifting his head, he stood back up, her whimper filled the room and she looked at him with clouded eyes.
"Are you still on the pill?"
Of course, even when drunk, he's responsible. "Yes."
Scooping her up he threw her onto the bed, grabbing her legs he pulled her back to the edge. She moved up on her elbows and watched him. Angling his hips he pressed his tip against her, he grinned down at her and made no further movement. Her eyes sparked and her lips curled, he was playing with her. That's just fine. Moving her hips up in a quick motion, she pushed him halfway into her causing a moan to escape them both. He fell forward from the feeling, catching himself with his hands on either side of her hips. His head tilted down, eyes focused on where they were partly joined together.
Moving his hips forward, he pushed the rest of the way into her, pulling back out and pushing back in, he watched. Her fingers ran through the top of his hair, bringing his attention back to her face. Pressing his thighs into the edge of the bed, he straightened his back and wrapped her legs around his hips. "I want you to watch Usako."
She looked at him, confused, "Watch what?"
Flicking his eyes down, he pulled out and back in again. She gasped at the feeling and from what he was asking. Gulping, she angled her head up and moved her eyes down where their hips joined. Now that he had her full attention, he started a rhythm in and out of her. Both of them watched him sink into her again and again, their moans and pants were the only sounds in the room. The sight was enough to push her to the edge, he could feel she was close but didn't want to give her the satisfaction. He was torn between his anger and his love for her. With a smirk on his face he hovered his thumb over her clit. "Mamo," she groaned out.
His eyes stared into hers, "What do you want Usa?"
She clawed the blanket under her and whimpered, "Pleeeease."
Lightly pressing his thumb against her, he dropped his voice, "You can't close your eyes or look away. You have to keep yours eyes on mine."
Her face heated up, she never kept her eyes open when she came, the feeling was too strong but she was also too embarrassed. "What if I don't?"
He moved his thumb away, but continued to thrust into her. She gritted her teeth and glared at him, he was using sex to get back at her for breaking up with him. "Fuck, Mamo make me come."
His eyes widened and darkened, moving his thumb back to her clit he rubbed with more pressure. Her entire body started to shake and her eyes fluttered. "Usako! Look at me." Her eyes snapped open and her mouth dropped. His thrusts became more frantic and he quickened his thumb against her. She screamed out his name and kept her eyes on him like he demanded. Her walls squeezed around him and her fists yanked at the bedding while she trembled. He gasped at the sight before him, he wanted to watch this over and over.
Pulling out of her, he grabbed her legs and flipped her over. He lifted her hips back to him, sinking back into her and he used two fingers to rub against her clit again. She shook her head no and whimpered again, "No Mamo...it's...it's too sensitive." His other hand held onto her hip using it to move her against him.
"Shhh, just wait, Usako."
She squirmed against him and fisted the blanket below her again. "It's too much!"
He applied a little more pressure with his fingers and felt her spine vibrate against his stomach. Her screams were loud enough for anyone on this floor to hear. He could feel her pulsing around him erratically, after a couple more thrusts he fell over the edge with her, groaning out her name. Moving back out of her he collapsed on the bed next to her, "Worth it Usako?"
"Mmsoyeahlove." He chuckled not being able to understand what she was trying to say. Standing up again he picked her up, pulled back the covers and set her under them. Crawling in on the other side, he kissed her one last time. "I love you….more than you could ever know." Her sleeping form twitched slightly next to him, and he closed his eyes letting the alcohol and exhaustion lull him to sleep.
O.o.O.o.O
Blinking slowly she jolted up in the foreign room. Looking down at her side she noticed a sleeping Mamoru. Oh no….oh no, oh no, oh no! Crawling out of the bed she looked for her clutch that had her phone in it. Shit! Did I seriously leave it at the reception?! Oh please….please tell me Mina took it home for me at least. I can't believe I did this! All of them left their dates at home...FOR ME to not feel bad and I ditched them!
"Usa?" She whipped back around from her dress on the floor and looked back at Mamoru sitting up on his forearms on the bed.
"Yeah?" Realization came over her that she was very, very naked right now.
"What are you doing?"
"I was looking for my phone to tell Minako I'm alive and okay."
He pointed over at his discarded suit, "You can grab mine from my pants' pocket."
Grabbing his pants, she pulled out his phone and sent Mina a quick text. Of course there were instant replies of 'WHAT!?' 'WHY ARE YOU USING MAMORU'S PHONE?!'
Setting his phone back into his pants, she grabbed his button up shirt and pulled it on.
He cleared his throat and moved to the edge of the bed, pulling the blankets across his lap. She shifted back and forth on the balls of her feet, "Well…"
"Why did you do it Usako?"
Her eyes jerked from the floor to his and she could see all the hurt swirling behind them, "Do...do what?"
He scoffed and shook his head, "Don't do that."
She threw her hands up and let them drop back down to her thighs with a slap, "WHAT?"
"Play dumb! Why did you break up with me?! We were together since you were fourteen! Against all the odds we made it five years and then you call it quits?!"
Gulping, she grabbed for her dress but he was quick to beat her to it. He held the dress in one hand and the blanket covering him in the other. "You can't run. Talk to me….you owe me."
"I FOUND THE RING!" She backed away from him and averted her eyes to the floor.
"What...what ring?" His head tilted to the side and his brows furrowed in confusion.
"The ring in your sock drawer. I'm barely in college. I can't CAN'T…"
"Usako…"
"I love you Mamoru, but I'm nineteen!"
"That wasn't my ring."
It was her turn to be confused, "What?"
He chuckled and sat back on the bed, "That wasn't my ring...all this because of a ring that wasn't even mine."
She sat next to him on the bed, playing with her fingers, "Whose ring was it then?"
His eyes moved to hers and he smiled, "Kun's. He's going to propose to Minako on her twentieth birthday. I'm holding onto it because there isn't one gift Minako hasn't found in the past."
Her eyes lit up, she covered her mouth and let out a muffled scream. He angled his body towards hers, "I promised I wouldn't tell anyone because come on Usa, you know how bad you are with secrets."
Tears pooled in her eyes and she shook her head, "The last three months have been so..."
Mamoru shook his head and grabbed her hands, "I would never expect you to think about marriage already, not until you're done with college at least." His laughter caused her head to snap back up.
"What's so funny…?"
Shaking his head, he sighed, "Oh man, we just have bad luck. I didn't know if you broke up with me for someone else or for payback for breaking up with you when you were fourteen."
Snorting she rolled her eyes, "I'm not that petty, but you were really stupid."
"You were really young." He stood up and dropped the blanket all together, no longer caring about being in the nude. Grabbing a pen off the night table he sat back next to her. "Look Usako. I love you and that's never changing. Do I want to marry you? Yes. Will I put that kind of pressure on you now? No." He grabbed her left hand and used the pen in his right hand to draw on the finger, the one that sits next to her pinky.
Pulling the pen back, he lifted her hand for her to see a poorly drawn ring, "This isn't a promise of marriage, but a promise for us to both stop running away scared. Please don't leave me again...and I promise to never leave you again."
This time she didn't hold the tears back, letting them flow freely, she giggled staring at her hand. Grabbing his face with both hands she pressed her lips tightly against his before whispering against them, "I love you."
He smiled into her lips, "I love you too." Stroking her cheek, he tucked a strand behind her ear, "Just so you know, check out isn't for another four hours."
Leaning back she met his eyes, "I can think of a few things to pass the time with, starting with the shower."
Grabbing her around the waist, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the bathroom. The door shut behind him with a soft click, and from the other side screams and loud giggles could be heard.