Déjà vu

By Ummster

A/N:

I know, I know, I should be working on my other fics, but the idea for this struck me as impossibly cute and I just HAD to write it up. It has no story; it's basically fluff. But who can resist fluff? It occurs at the deepest point in Mamoru and Usagi's relationship, when they're absorbed in one another. I've written the whole thing out, but since there are multiple sections, I will probably be posting every week so look out! I'm not sure if I should keep them as one-shots or make it a "story", because it really has no plot. As for Bunny Pajamas, I've only got to the beginning of the next chapter, which I am diligently working on, but haven't had the time to just sit down and vent my thoughts. More like 15 minute intervals…which means that I suddenly get inspiration but have to come back to it hours later, meaning that I'm bored w/ my topic and start from scratch again. Guess my muse is just out of fuel.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. Sigh….

Read, and of course, Review!

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She squinted at the curiously familiar landscape, her radiant sea-blue orbs scanning the white-washed, fading hues of the elaborate sunset above her; a collage of peachy corals, sun-burnt amber, princely purples, and soft yellows. Their reflections glimmered in the sparkling tones of the frothy blue ocean, bouncing lightly off the water and tinting the white clouds rainbow. Déjà vu, she reasoned. Wriggling her toes in the warm pink sand beneath her, she clasped the silver locket adorning her neck and kissed it tenderly. It opened slowly, the golden crescent moon revolving to the gentle lullaby of star-struck lovers from another time. Mamoru would be coming soon. Drowsiness overcame her and she let herself collapse into the sand, her eyes closing as it swarmed around her light white evening dress.

A hard body fell lazily above hers and she felt herself sink deeper into the sand. She grunted in disapproval as she felt arms encircle her and warm words form in her ear. "Usako…"

"Go 'way, Mamo-chan," she countered, maneuvering herself on her side. "I'm sleepy." Piles of streaming golden hair followed her movements.

He followed her movements, persistent, brushing the strands out of her face so he could get a better look at her. "I need to show you something, Usako."

Her eyes opened but she was hardly listening. "Where are we?"

Mamoru smiled. "You don't remember? Look behind us." She did, to find a massive structure of crystal and marble looming somewhat off in the distance.

"Home…" she murmured, not realizing she'd said those words aloud.

"Yes," he whispered, "The lunar palace grounds. Remember those times we…"

She stopped his words with her fingers. "Yes." She blushed. "That was a long time ago though…"

"An eternity," he finished, brushing a kiss across her lips. "Come, let's go."

"But I like it here." She sighed longingly, burying her face in the sand and reveling in the feeling. "Can't you see I'm reminiscing on my past memories?"

He raked a hand thought his ebony hair, grinning like an idiot, and crouched down to nuzzle her ear. "We could be reliving them if you just follow me." She flushed again as he picked her up, beginning to walk, slowly, towards the shore.

"Mamoru, where are we going?" Usagi asked, her arms clinging to his loose, dark blue shirt desperately. She noted with a sigh that it complimented his midnight eyes perfectly. He had a talent for looking extraordinarily sexy without even trying. She dared not tell him, however, and risk inflating his ego any further. So she settled for simply admiring the view she had as her head rested against his broad shoulders.

"Somewhere romantic, little rabbit." She remembered the days when Mamoru's romantic antics would have sent her into a fit of giggles or turned her hideously red. She also remembered the times they'd fought for hours over his silly nicknames. Stifling a yawn, she secured her arms around the nape of his neck.

"Well wake me when we get there," she breathed into his neck. She was too tired to notice Mamoru's shudder of pleasure at the contact.

"My baby's tired," he commented aloud, watching her head bob gently downwards in her sleep. She was beautiful- from her sun-kissed hair and mesmerizing baby blue eyes to her slightly parted, petal-kissed lips, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. And he loved her. It was different from anything he'd ever experienced before, having grown up orphaned and despairingly alone. The decision to tell his Usako that he wanted to start a family with her had been a great leap of faith and he'd had to force himself to actually believe that he had the capacity to love someone as truly, as desperately as he loved her. Yet more and more Mamoru was beginning to wonder if this had been a good idea. He'd wanted it to be romantic, something she'd remember forever, but it almost seemed that when she woke up she'd have forgotten everything he'd spent hours rehearsing to his mirror.

But he loved her. He would have to solve this. There was only one solution to his predicament.

Mamoru's eyes scanned the distance for anything that would serve the form of a bucket. Finding none, he began conjuring brilliant, crimson roses, one after the other, stringing them together to form a loose canopy. Taking his contraption with him, he strode towards the ocean, filled it to the brim with water, and walked back towards his Usagi.

He knelt down beside her, basking in one last glance at the composed countenance of his beloved and the soft rhythm of her breathing in peaceful slumber. "Oh goddess, let her forgive me for this," he murmured, before tipping the contents of the rose-basket onto her serene face.

The icy spurt of water was like a slap to her face. She shot up, burned, her anger fixed determinedly towards Mamoru. "MAMORU!" she belched, her hands working swiftly to wipe the dripping water off her body. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF SELENE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-" He silenced her with his mouth in a desperate plea for forgiveness. After a moment's hesitation, she joined the kiss passionately, her tongue working wonders with his as he tilted her head back to invade her mouth at a different angle. She moaned into him as he pushed her downwards, his experienced hands slipping silently under her dress. His mouth crept lower slowly, tickling her ears, and then falling to take care of her bare neck.

"You awake now?" he whispered, laying his head on her lap so she could play with his hair. She nodded, bending down to kiss his lips lightly, her fingers massaging his scalp.

"Oh Mamo-chan," she murmured, letting down golden strands of hair to dry in the slight zephyr. "I-" She froze when she caught him staring grinning like the idiot he was. Frowning, she crossed her arms across her chest, suddenly realizing that her thin, wet dress was now see-through. "Oh stop being immature," she reprimanded, pulling him up and unbuttoning his shirt to sling around herself.

"I liked it better before," Mamoru pouted, pulling her up against his now bare chest.

"Yes, but it's a bit chilly," Usagi lied, laughing against his chest. Now was the time. Taking a deep breath, Mamoru sighed and tilted her head towards his face, forcing her to look at him.

"Usako-" he began, before clearing his throat and starting over. "Usako, I love you." She nodded, a look of uncertainty passing through her clear orbs. What was he trying to say? She knew that already.

"Mamoru, is something wrong?" she asked, biting her lip to keep from launching herself into his arms.

"N-No," he stuttered, clenching his fists for a second, trying to recall what he had rehearsed. To his horror, his mind was as blank as the clouds that roamed the clear sky. "I-I-"

"Honey, calm down," Usagi soothed, rubbing his arm lightly. It was startling, really. She'd never seen him like this. Mamoru was always so cocky and collected. Something really must have been amiss.

He opened his eyes again, gazing down at her longingly. "No, Usagi, this is important." He waited for his words to settle down. Usagi gazed up at him, her gorgeous eyes filled with nothing but compassion and concern. Suddenly he was filled with a bout of confidence and he took one last, shuddering breath before breaking the news to her. "Usako, I want to marry you." Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to respond but his fingers covered her words. "First hear me out." She nodded, setting herself down, her golden hair flying, her knees plastered to her chest.

"Usagi, I've never been in love before you. I've never experienced it; I've been alone all my life. My childhood was spent in an orphanage, and though the volunteers were nice no one really cared. They treated us all the same. They gave us the same food, the same beds, the same life. It was monotonous. I'd always felt so empty; I never knew what a mother's love was like, nor a father's, nor a siblings. And that was how I lived my life. I never really thought much about it; I went to college, got a job, was what most people called "successful".

"Then I met you. You were the most wonderful, radiant little bundle of joy I'd ever seen. There you came in every day, laughing, a girl with a family, with friends, with a happy life. I was impossibly jealous –you had everything I'd ever wanted. So I started teasing you, teasing you about things I had that you hadn't. You weren't exceptional in school. You were clumsy, a daydreamer. I couldn't imagine what it was like to be you. You were furious at me, and you yelled back at me, knowing that no one would ever dislike you except me. But you were wrong. I was falling in love with you."

She was crying now, silently into her lap. Mamoru paused, taking her into his arms and molding her body to his. "The best day of my life was finding out that you loved me too. I was astonished, entranced by this girl who had captured by heart. I'm ready now, Usagi. I'm ready to put your life ahead of mine. I'm ready to form a family with you. Usako…" She lay against his chest with her eyes half-closed, pearly tears making their way down her cheek and adorably down her nose. She clung to him desperately, as if unable to support herself. "Usako, I want you to be the mother of my children. I love you. God, how I love you. Usagi…" he bent down, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a case of velvet, "Usagi Tsukino, will you marry me?"

He couldn't bear to look at her. Fear of rejection clenched at his heart and it was all too painful. All he wanted was to take his Usako into his arms and hold her. Mamoru waited, waited for any signal of her decision. Finally he looked up.

Tender arms encircled him and a startled gasp rose through the air. "Oh, Mamo-chan, of course I will!" His arm extended chivalrously to slip the diamond heart onto her left ring finger, and he kissed her knuckles.

"Thank you."

Usagi cried into his arms as he gently lifted her off the warm sand and set her on the ground so that the gentle upheaval of the tide tickled her bare feet. In a moment, he was beside, holding her, kissing her in a tender embrace as he'd wished to, his beloved, his one true love of an eternity, reveling in what it would be like to wake up next to this angel. In the meantime, Usagi turned in his arms, wishing with all her heart that he would never let go.

And the feeling in her heart suddenly changed. No longer was it Déjà vu.

It was the feeling of coming home.

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A/N: Hope it was sweet! Review, and tell me what you think.

Ummster