Disclaimer: don't own sailor moon

Author Note: I want to clarify that the dreams Usagi is having is in random order and its not telling a story. It may take a while for the next update cuz i have no idea where this is going so i made this as long as it could get...to tie ya'll over till the next update. I also want to thank every one for the postive reviews and i'm glad that ya'll liked it

Warning: If you have any problems with sex/having sex and stuff along this lines, this is not for you. Also i'm a big soap opera/harlequin whore so this story is built on that.

mojacko1984- Humorous you think so? I'm really not funny...in writing so um if it comes across funny yay but i wouldn't hold my breath lol As for the spiciness? I can definitely do that grin

Fire Dolphin- I can for sure tell you that Serenity was not pregnant in the Silver Mill.

"If I didn't know any better, my love, I would think you were jealous?" Serenity walked about the room where her betrothed sat in a chair fuming.

Endymion didn't spare her a glance as he sharpened his jewels encrusted sword. He could hear the swishing of her dress as she walked around him. "Leave me be Serenity. I am not in the mood for your childish antics."

Her movements stopped and the teasing smile she held on her face fell. Was he serious? He spoke to her like he was serious. "Endy-"

"Save it," he told her abruptly.

She put her hand on her hips, annoyed. "You cannot be mad at me. I had no idea my mother would have invited some childhood friend who was a bit to free with his obvious affection for me."

He grunted and continued with his task. He wasn't jealous—technically. And so what if he was? No one looked at his woman that way unless he wanted to die. It didn't matter to Endymion that the poor sap had no idea that Serenity was already spoken for.

It was the principle of the matter.

She saw through his 'I don't want to talk to you' act and pursed her lips in annoyance. With single minded purpose, she plucked the items from his hands before he could say a word. He looked and made a sound of exasperation which was stifled in shock as she hitched her dress up about her thighs in an unladylike manner and straddled his thighs.

Shock barely registered in his brain before she kissed him. Her mouth moved softly against his unyielding one. Her fingers greedily found the softness of his dark as night hair and held his mouth to hers. Pulling apart, she stared intrepidly into his angry flashing eyes.

"Kissing me isn't going to change anything," he told her, his voice deeper. His hands found purchase on her tiny waist.

A minx like glint entered her eyes and she slowly licked her lips. She stroked his neck and was delighted at how glaze he looked by her action. Bending down, she nibbled on his neck and mumbled, "why not? It works for you all the time."

He lifted her head from his neck and grimaced, not amused.

She could see the jealousy he tried to mask and his thundering expression helped her get to her conclusion. She had heard rumors that Earth men were primal, domineering, and possessive but she hadn't thought it was true.

She knew rumors were usually way off base and beside she didn't think any male could be worse then Martians. She was wrong. Endymion had been so unlike himself earlier that she really thought that the poor, unfortunate soul might get hurt.

She had to admit that she liked the green eye monster taking hold of Endymion. He was always so calm and collected that she found it maddening. And since he wasn't prone to emotions, she always found it hard gauge his disposition.

Leaning forward, she planted a chaste kiss on his lips. "I think your kinda sexy green," she kissed him once more, "I think you're sexy. Period." She leaned in for another chaste kiss but he quickly took control of it.

Head spinning from his addicted kisses and the rushing of her blood, she didn't notice when he had gotten up and pinned her against the wall. She pulled apart gasping and her eyes grew wide as she felt the hard length of his arousal through his trouser.

"You can't be serious!" she looked around them and over his shoulder. "What if someone comes in?" a crazy tone crept into her voice making her voice high and almost shrill in the empty hall.

He shrugged, "someone comes in." He used one hand to hold her up while the other fumbled with the buttons and zipper of his pants. Wiggling his lean hips, he pushed the offending clothing down.

Serenity helped push his pants and underwear past his knees. As shocking and daring as this was she couldn't help but get a thrill at doing something so scandalous where someone, anyone, could walk in on them.

Endymion hitched her dress around her hips and with a strong tug, he tore her underwear. He threw the scraps of her panty behind him.

"Hey!" she scoffed, looking at the sad state of her underwear. "If you keep doing that be prepared to buy me some more to replace the ones you keep ruining."

Licking her lips, he leaned close to her ear, "I rather you without them anyway." He chuckled at how wide eyed she got. She was still so innocent no matter how many times they've done this.

She eyed him warily while nervously biting her lip. Even as thoughts of presentiment crossed her mind, she reached out to start unbuttoning his shirt. Once done, she slipped the shirt pass his shoulders.

Wantonly and greedily, she looked over his naked, honed body. The breath caught in her throat and desire made her virginal walls grow slick with her own wetness. As her gaze went past the chiseled abs, tapered waist, a flush went over her body at his erection.

Gingerly, she reached out to touch him, her small hand going around him. A tremble went through him and he bared his teeth as she continued to stroke his torrid, throbbing member. Not able to take much more, he stopped her hand.

She looked up, "I want you," she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest.

Groaning, he hoisted her up against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist mindful of her high heels. He stroked up and down her milky white thighs and kissed her collarbone.

And without further ado, he took her mouth with no regard for air. Spreading her thighs wider, she tightens her legs around his waist. "Endy," she whimpered his name once his hand found the wet, tender flesh. Slices of pleasure shook her trembling body and she wound her arms around his neck. Her head fell back to allow him more room to suckle her neck.

Finding her hot and ready, Endymion slipped a finger inside her. She moved against his stroking hands, her moans increasing every time his thumb rubbed across the bundle of nerves. Not able to keep her hands still, she move her hand restlessly across the width of his back and shoulders.

Serenity squirmed against his bigger body, unconsciously her nails bit into back and a he shuddered. She caressed his neck, her lips nipping on the spot beneath his earlobe. Her eyes fluttered close as she rode his fingers and the feeing around her became more intense.

"I'll never want another as much as I want you Princess." He removed his hand and positioned his straining erection at the opening of her body.

"Good," she stammered out. Grabbing his face in her hand, she crushed her lips to his in need that defied logic. Her mouth open and closed in silence as he plunged inside her. Any sound she could have made stopped as her inside stretched to fit his size.

He back out of her and then slowly proceeded to insert every delicious inch of him inside her. Her voice came back to be release in his name and she tighten her legs around him. Once he was all the way inside, he back off a couple of inches only to thrust that much harder into her.

Moaning in bliss, Serenity had to bite her lips to keep from screaming as she climbed the walls of ecstasy. She lost focus on everything except them and the only thing she could make out was his harsh breathing into her ear.

Their bodies move upward against the wall with each purposeful stroke…..

Usagi bolted upright in bed, her chest heaving up and down. She brought a hand to her heart as the dream/memory replayed it self in her head with startling accuracy. Her heart thudded fast in her chest and for a split second she feared a stroke or a heart attacking coming on.

Bewildered she looked around her darken room and wondered if she would ever get use to her 'wet dreams'. Still gasping for breath and closed her eyes.

As if her brain couldn't think of anything less, she remembered the way he hemmed her…ugm…Serenity up against the wall. Along with her x-rated thoughts, her breast felt even more tender and heavy.

"It felt so real," she said out loud to her self. Truth be told, they always felt real but this time, this was too real. She didn't even need to try hard to could feel Endymion's kiss, his lips on her neck, his hands trailing her sides.

Her racy thoughts did nothing to keep her body from the arousing height it was on.

Groaning, she put her head in her hands. She couldn't get the dream, the feeling out of her mind.

She got off her bed, feeling restless. Going to her window, she opened it and welcomed the cool breeze that wafted through. When did she become this? This person who was so sex-crazed? Who ever heard of a virgin who was this horney?

As she looked out in the sky, the moon hanging bright she felt a peace descend upon her. Was she always this way? She wondered or was this brought on by her 'dreams'?

Prior the 'dreams', she had felt the sexual tension between her and Mamoru but it wasn't anything that she took serious. A couple of times, when they had gotten caught up in the moment, she had thought of going all the way but then he would back off.

But now? The 'dreams' just escalated her mild sexual desire and made it impossible for her to think of anything else. She has never before felt this burning desire to do anything let alone someone.

Sighing, she thought back on her recent 'dream' and like clockwork her body heated up. Putting aside her discomfort, she realized that this 'dream' was different. Different because it had gone further then any of the previous ones had.

The ones before this one, she would always wake up right after Endymion join Serenity's body to his. This time, she actually remembered his body moving in/against her…Serenity's.

Goosebumps rose on her arms and she close her eyes to ward off the effects. How could she tell anyone this? How could she look them in the face and tell them that she has been having sex dreams? It wouldn't even matter that they were of Endymion and Serenity….of her past.

Every memory she remembered was like watching porn. No, not porn. What transpired between them was love at its purest form. She smirked. Not all of them were lovemaking, some was based off lust but it didn't take away from the love. The love that was the root and the strongest factor in each of their union.

Shrugging and feeling extremely tired, she stretched. She rubbed her eyes and made her way to the bathroom. Once there, she once again went about her midnight ritual of washing her face with cool water yet it never did anything to chase away the heat that still clung to her.

She patted her face dry with a towel and turned on the lights. Taking a small cloth, she removed her underwear and wiped to remove the fluid on her thighs and nether regions.

After picking up her soiled underwear off the floor, she put it in the dirty clothes bin and don on a clean one. She made it a point to not look in the mirror.

"Odango!" came a shrill voice from on top of the stairs as a blond sped up the eternity long stairs. "You're late." The raven haired beauty said as she held a broom in her hand.

Usagi rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "You should be glad I came at all".

She hadn't felt like going after waking up this morning. She was so tired that it was a wonder that she had been able to climb those stairs to begin with. But then again she spent so many years going up and down those stairs that she no longer felt its effect on her body.

"Leave her alone Rei," said the Amazon tall like woman whose brown hair was in a pony tail. "It's been a while since she's been late." Makoto smiled at the softly panting blond and offered her a sugar cookie.

Usagi smiled back albeit forcefully and took a cookie. She then followed the two friends inside. After setting her things down on the chair, she took a seat a little away from the small group of females. "Where's Ami?" she asked no one in particular while nibbling on the edge of the sugary goodness.

"some computer class. She said she would be late," Minako said as she rushed to get another sugar cookie and moaned in pure bliss. "This is excellent," she flashed her the V sign for victory.

Makoto grinned and nodded her thanks. "I made some ice cream cake," she said in particular to Usagi, knowing how much she liked it. She had noticed that Usagi hasn't been eating as much.

"Thanks Mako-chan," she smiled up at her brightly, one might even say too brightly. "But I'm not really hungry."

Makoto frowned. "Are you sure?" She held the ice cream out to her and in a sing song voice said "It has ton of ice cream."

She shook her head no.

"Why is that?" Luna said suspicious. Tsukino Usagi did not refuse anything with sweet in it especially ice cream cake. She jumped on the table so she could look at her young page better.

"Yeah Odango, what's up? You're always hungry." Rei grabbed a cookie to munch on, her shrewd violet eyes going over her dear friend.

"Nothings up," Usagi said defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. She was a terrible liar and she prayed they wouldn't press her on the issue. "I just haven't been sleeping well," she didn't look anyone in the eyes longer then was necessary

"Why is that?" Luna said pouncing on it and coming so close that Usagi could feel her body heat. "Is it the Nega Verse?"

"It couldn't be the Nega Verse," said Minako, toying with a lock of hair. "We hadn't had to deal with anything like that for a year and some months."

Usagi looked into all the eyes that was full of concern for her. This was her chance to come clean, her opportunity to finally tell them what has been plaguing her. She opened her mouth to tell them but nothing came out. "It doesn't matter."

"Just tell us Odango Atama," Rei told her annoyed. "We haven't got all day."

"Rei!" Makoto exclaimed, shocked at the depth of insensitivity Rei had.

"What?" Rei said in a huff and crossed her arms under her chest, "she's probably staying up late reading mangas."

"Hey you guys," All eyes went to the voice of Ami. "I'm sorry I couldn't get here earlier." Ami looked around nervously sensing the tension that was in the air. "Did I interrupt something?"

Usagi saw her opportunity and quickly rose. "Of course not Ami-chan. Hi" She quickly hugged the startled genius who hugged her back. She dragged Ami deeper inside and immediately offered her a cookie.

Luna watched as Usagi moved around a faux cheeriness in her voice. She wasn't fooled by how bubbly she got all of a saddened. Something was wrong and for whatever reason she did not want to divulge the information.

Sometime later, the black cat with the crescent moon on her forehead, padded her way to where her princess lay. "I've been thinking-"

Usagi jumped shocked. She laughed off her jittery behavior and waved her hand off. "You scared me Luna," she explained and once every one had gone back to The Lake House, she focused on her cat. "Yes?"

"I was thinking that maybe its time I went back ho-"

"NO!" Usagi screeched.

"Pipe down Odango. Some of us are trying to watch the movie."

"Sorry," picking Luna up, Usagi led her outside where they could talk and not disturb the others. "You can't come back" she tried to keep the desperation from her voice and hoped it work.

"Why not?" she jumped from her arms and regarded her with watchful eyes. "Why don't you want me to come home?"

Nervously she scratched her head. Luna could not come home with her. Not as long she was still remembering her intimate past. "No reason Luna….gosh not everything is so serious." She laughed.

"If it's not so serious, tell me why you are so insistent on me not coming home."

Turning her back to her, she paced up and down and stopped when she realized it made her look suspicion. She needed to appear calm and not like she was hiding something. "I'm ah…getting something done to the room."

"Such as?"

If cats could raise their eyebrows that would be exactly what she would be doing right now. Her thought caused her to giggle which died with the look Luna gave her. "Such as? Such as um…."

"Yes Usagi," Luna prodded her "such as what?"

"Paint!"

Luna dumbfounded expression couldn't be funnier. "Paint? You are painting your room?"

Painting my room? A light bulb went off in her head and she nodded her head vigorously. "Yes Luna. I'm painting my room."

"Oh really?" came the skeptic reply. "What color?"

Color? What color? "err um purple."

"Purple? You've-"

"Oh my!" she looked at her watch, "Look at the time I have to meet Mamo-chan." Not bothering to let Luna finish the sentence, she rushed back inside. "Bye you guys." She said as she picked up her bag. "Gotta date."

She didn't even wait for them to say good-bye back as she went down the stairs and waved to Luna before she was out of site. Once she had rounded the corner, she leaned against the wall. "Purple? Purple?" she asked herself in disbelief. "Purple!" She smacked her forehead at her own stupidity.

"Do you get the sense that something is wrong with her?"

Luna looked up, surprised at who it was and nodded. "Yes, I do Minako."

"We will just have to fix it now wont we?" there was a quite seriousness in her voice that was usually not there. She folded her arms over her chest and looked in the direction she knew Usagi took. "Whether she wants us to or not."

The black cat looked at the person next to her in question, an astonish look on her face.

Minako giggled. "Don't look so surprise."

"I just wouldn't have expected it of you." She said a bit sorry that she sold her so short.

Not taking any offense, the blond with the red bow in her hair nodded. "Its something that Ami or Rei would notice right?"

The cat nodded.

She shrugged. The story of her life. People always underestimating her and they usually paid for it in the end when she showed them up. "I am the leader of this team Luna."

"That you are." She agreed, proudly.

Stepping out of the elevator that would lead to Mamoru's penthouse, she rotated her shoulders in hopes of getting rid of the tension that held her back inflexible. She was nervous. Deathly nervous to see him.

It was hard enough for her to talk to him on the phone, where he couldn't see her and keep a straight face. How was she supposed to look him in the eyes and keep her face from turning into the color of a tomato?

Would he be too mad if she canceled on him? Probably not but did she want to cancel? No. And that was where her dilemma lied. She needed to see him, needed to be near him. She longed to feel his skin beneath her finger tips and even more then that wanted to feel his body pressed up against hers.

Feeling herself getting a bit hot with her wanton thoughts, she fanned her cheeks. Did she always want Mamoru this much? Her first inclination was to say no but she knew that would be a lie. She always wanted Mamoru, she just never realized how much.

Reaching his door, she politely waved to the woman down the hall who smiled back in greeting. She knocked on the door, and waited patiently for a reply. When none came, she fished for her keys in her purse.

Despite the fact that Mamoru gave her the key of his own volition and told her she was more then welcome to come as she please, she never did. She never felt right to walk into his place when he wasn't there or when he wasn't expecting her.

Thinking that maybe he was still at work or better yet in the shower (blush), she unlocked the door. "Mamo-chan?" she called out softly when to her dismay she didn't hear the water running. All she got back for an answer was silence.

Sighing, she took off her shoes and placed them by the door. After putting on her bunny slippers, she put her purse down on the end table where Mamoru would put his keys and other things he needed with him.

Turning on the lights, she smiled at the site that greeted her. Color. Life. She remembered the first time she saw his apartment; she had been taken aback by how drab and lonely the room seemed.

His response had been an unbothered shrug and throughout the years, Usagi slowly started making her presence known. She first started by adding a picture of her by his bedside which she changed every year to keep up to date. She then brought plants and colorful knickknacks to make the place seem homey.

The one thing she didn't need to urge her boyfriend on was technology. His flat screen, plasma, HDTV, surround sound TV was of the latest model. He had several expensive gaming consult.

He also had a huge DVD collection but they varied from Hamlet to Clerk. Surprisingly to her, he had a taste for art but his liking in art was his like his place, boring and plain.

When she first saw the place it had been all black and white. No color. She quickly rectified that. She had the walls painted beige (she had been hesitant at first but when he didn't object she threw herself into making his house a home), kept his leather couches and added some throw rugs added around the room.

She had got him to purchase a couple of art, this time with color. There were more pictures up of them, him by himself and with his friends. She added end tables, lamps, put books on his bookshelf that wasn't serious. This all happened over the span their first two years together.

She chuckled when she remembered how Motoki, Mamoru's best friend, had reacted when he saw his friend newly decorated 'pad'

Flash Back

"Hey Usa,"

"Hi!" she enthusiastically hugged him though careful not to make him drop what he was holding. "How was the trip? Is Reika with you?" she said asked him excitedly.

He returned the hug just as carefully. "Yes she is. I left her with Mamoru and the trip was great. I brought pictures. Here, this is for you."

Usagi arched an eyebrow as she accepted the apple pie he handed to her. "I didn't know you baked." the apple pie smelt great and her mouth was already watering.

"I don't. Reika made it."

Confused, "Why would you give this to me? Why didn't you give it to Mamoru when you saw him?"

Grinning and a laughter in his eyes that was infectious, "You are the mistress of the manor aren't you? Who else would I have given it to?"

Her face went beat red and her mouth opened and closed like a fish. Looking around the once stoic and blah room, she could see she went overboard. It has been a while since Motoki had seen the place so he hadn't seen the drastic change. "um I I-"

"Are you harassing my wife?" Mamoru said, coming seemingly out of nowhere with an arm around Reika's shoulders, a smirk on his handsome face.

Motoki eyes widen in shock and surprise. He looked to his lady who in turn smiled baffled before and shrugged. Not getting any help from his girlfriend, he looked between Usagi and Mamoru and laughed.

That had begun the ongoing joke of them referring to each other as their spouse. People hadn't gotten it and were surprised how easy Mamoru had so readily attached himself to her when greater, more beautiful woman have tried and failed.

They didn't understand their love. How could they when back then they didn't understand their love. It had went unsaid but known (to each other) that they would get married. It was only a matter of when, not if.

Even though Usagi knew marriage was sometime away, it didn't stop her from anxiously waiting for the day he would really be her husband. She shook her head to come back down right the clouds.

She looked through her purse for her cellular phone and when she came in contact with a small a la mode pink phone, she checked to see if she had any missed calls. Frowning when she didn't see any, she took it and placed it in the back of her too tight, hip hugging jeans.

She rearranged the bodice of her camisole…to show more cleavage? Perhaps. Usagi groaned as she realized how much of her action was controlled by this insane desire she had to be with Mamoru. Intimately.

Once she had tried to tell him that she felt 'ready' for the next step but it was like he wasn't hearing her. He had stared at her intensely the entire time while she fumbled for words to tell him how she wanted to be with him in that way.

He had then proceed to tell her calmly, rationally as if he was speaking to a child who did not know her own mind that she wasn't ready for it. He told her that he was in no hurry to consummate their relationship and that he didn't want to pressure her. What made him think her decision had anything to do with him and his needs were any one's guess.

It was at that moment that she realized he wouldn't see her as an equal part in this relationship. In his eyes she would always be the 14 year old year who would klutz out over her own feet. She would always be sweet and nice instead of sexy and tempting.

When her stomached rumbled she went to the state of the art kitchen and opened the steel refrigerator door. She grinned when she saw the stacks of goodies that only she ate. Her genius soulmate learned early on that if he was going to date her, he would have to feed her.

She pulled out a platter of assortment of fruits and closed the door on her way to the table. Taking off the container, Usagi picked up a juicy looking, nicely cut pineapple. Putting the whole thing in her mouth, she chewed thoughtfully.

Her thoughts went from food to her good looking beau. Tall, Dark and Handsome was coined after him as far as she was concerned. 6'2, broad shoulders, killer eyes and a smile that was made to grace the covers of romance covers.

She picked up another sliced fruit not even sure what it was as she closed her eyes to 'see' him properly. Silky, thick locks of ebony hair that fell over cobalt eyes, eyelashes so long and full that she often wanted to pluck them from envy. A straight nose that was slightly crooked from being broken one too many times, a mouth that was as full as it was luscious.

A flush spreads throughout her body as her imagination got the best of her. And what she didn't know personally, her recent…dreams…filled out the rest. I really shouldn't be thinking about this, she thought to herself but it didn't keep her from imagining his touch on her.

The feel of his long, nimble fingers on her cheek, neck, and breast. She could hear his heavy breathing in her hear, her name falling off his lips like a prayer. Her breathing got raspier and the fruit that she still held in her hand fell to the tile floor, forgotten. She leaned heavily on the table behind her as images she has yet to experience but knew oh so well flooded her mind.

Was it getting hot in here or was it just her?

"Hey Usako,"

She gasped loudly, her eyes flying open and seeking out the owner of the deep, velvety voice. She blinked many times as she tried to figure out if this was still part of her fantasy. As her eyes swept over him, she realized he had to be real for he had clothes on.

Mamoru arched an eyebrow when he saw how flush her face was and how it was getting redder the longer she looked at him. She was also out of breath as if she had run her way over here. But what he found peculiar was the glint in her eyes. It was an emotion he couldn't recall seeing in her before. He couldn't place it either but it called out to him.

Had her naughty thoughts of him actually conjured him up? She looked away no longer able to look him in the eyes. "Hi," she cleared her throat, her voice sounding squeaky to her own ear. "Hi Mamo-chan," she said this time much firmer.

He looked at her weird and shrugged off the jacket he had on and place it on the counter. "Are you okay? Your face is all red." He let loose a couple of buttons around collarbone.

Shit! She had hoped he wouldn't have notice and she quickly turned around, looking for something to do. Looking down she noticed the fruit she dropped earlier and bent to pick it up. On her way to the trashcan she mumbled an answer she hoped he would buy. "I ah was um…." Damnit Tsukino think! "I thought I was going to be late so I ran over here."

He chuckled. "You didn't have to do that especially since I am the one who is late." He took a piece of fruit and pops it into his mouth.

She breathed a sigh of relief that he bought it. "How was your day?" she quickly asked him to change the conversation.

Mamoru sat down on the chair at the table munching on another fruit. He missed the way she used to greet him, the way she would fly into his arms and hug him tightly. He couldn't pinpoint when it stopped. It just did.

He looked at her ridged back and wondered if she was hiding something from him. "Is there something you would like to tell me?"

Turning around, she masked her surprise to see that he had been staring intently at her back. "Why ah why would you ask me that?" she tapped her fingers on the counter behind her and chewed lightly on her bottom lip.

Lacing his fingers together, he peered up at her. "You haven't been acting like yourself for some time now."

So much for her growing prowess in lying and keeping a secret. She wringed her hands together in nervous tension and took deep steadying breath. "How do I normally act?"

Mamoru shrugged. His astute blue eyes looked over her form and her temperature rose. "Not like this," he murmured softly, his poignant, cobalt blue eyes crashing with hers in a heated gaze.

Looking into his eyes, the yearning that was now only a second away, came to life inside of her. "Don't I get a better hello then that Mamo-chan?" She asked teasingly, hoping that her question would keep him from questioning her recent behavior.

He smiled, a crooked boyish smile that sent her heart racing. He stood up to his full height and she had to look up to met his eyes. "How would you like me to greet you?"

Her eyes dipped to the expansion of skin that was revealed by his open collar and she had a sudden need to tear it off of him so she could see more. So much more. Down girl, she chided herself softly.

When he was right in front of her, she had to crane her head back to be able to look him in the eyes. "I want you to greet me like you love me," she whispered huskily. She slid her hands up his chest and let her hand rest on his shoulders.

"That's a lot of love," his eyes darken to turbulent waters on a stormy night and the sliver specks stood out. "Think you can handle it?"

Usagi glowed underneath his gaze as he backhandedly told her that he loved her. His words triggered the dreams when Serenity handled him in more ways then one. In testament to the moment and her wicked thoughts her breath came out in small puffs. A telltale sign of her arousal dampened her silkily underwear and she stood on her tippy toes.

Instinctively, his arms went to go cling at her hips and brought her pelvis closer to his. He swore under his breath right before his lips captured hers in a deeply passionate kiss. He groaned at how good she felt in his arms and how perfect she felt. He cupped the back of her neck to hold her hostage to his questing tongue.

"Mamo-chan…" she moaned as his lips devoured her and time stopped as their lips got reacquainted. How she wanted him…. The fire she was hardly able to keep at bay came roaring to life.

He picked her up and sat her down on the counter behind her. It was much easier and the huge height difference between them no longer mattered. She scooted toward the edge so she could feel his arousal at the apex on her thighs.

"You drive me crazy Usa," he hoarsely admitted as he kissed her over and over.

She arched against him, his lips suckling on her neck. "Is is that a good thing?" she treaded her hands in his hair.

"Very good," he replied moments before he kissed the corners of her mouth and purposely avoided them once she parted them. He cupped her breast and she hissed between her teeth.

He stared at her until she leaned forward, her eyes closing. Not able to stop himself any longer, he took her offered lips in an erotic kiss. His eyes closed and with a groan, he untied her 'Odango'. When the waterfall of her hair came down in a sea of blondish sliver, he buried his hands in her hair.

She moaned low and deep in her throat as he parted her lips with his tongue and found the sweetness inside. He swirled his tongue around her own, leaving her breathless. She arched into him, her nipple hard against his chest.

Her hands roamed his clothed back and whispered words she knew naught about. She trailed her lips across his temple and traced the shell of his ear. The trembling of his body because of her action spurred her on.

He palmed her breast, his thumb going over the desire harden peak. He bent his head and laid soft kisses on her heaving bosom. She arched back, a heady moan on her lips.

"I love you Mamo-chan. So much."

Realizing what he was doing, Mamoru tore himself away from her, his chest heaving from his restraint. "I I—we…I need to take a shower."

"wh-wait!" Usagi didn't get to say one more word before he was out of her sight and no doubt heading to take a shower. A shower? A frakking shower?

Unbelievable.