Author's Notes: Yes, lemons. LOL. You all know I can't help it by now, right? I really hope I was able to convey everything here. I want to do this story justice, especially as it was a request.

Sorry for the delay in posting... I really did want to get this to you all this morning, but the internets a bit funky with all the rain we're having. Also... just a reminder. My son is home for the holidays and this Christmas story is coming first, so the other stories will be updated only if I have the spare time. First year as a Marine mom and all. We were really blessed to get him home and I'm not taking a single second for granted.


Sanctuary
A Christmas Story
Chapter Four


***Usagi's POV***

The babies were snuggled in the play pen. Her house was free of strange teenagers. A pile of decorations sat on her living room floor, with the tree put together, but not fluffed out. Luna and Artemis had disappeared, going to the command center to research the twins. Coffee and hot chocolate had been made, and now cups sat on the table in front of them.

It was just her and Mamoru sitting in the kitchen. Mamoru was now checking over her wounds. Thankfully even in completely human form she still healed faster than most. Her cuts were beginning to heal already.

He changed the bandages and then lifted her shirt again to check her ribs. "The bruises are still pretty bad," he said as he pressed around the rib. She couldn't hold back the wince as he touched a particularly tender spot. His fingers traced over her skin, and she shivered at his touch, wishing she could just lean into him.

"They'll heal though," she insisted.

Mamoru nodded. Then he shook his head. "At least until next time."

"Next time?" Usagi had a bad feeling about where this conversation was going.

"Yeah, next time you 'fall,'" he said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

Usagi sighed. There was no way she was going to convince him other than to tell him the truth. But she didn't want to ruin his life, and he probably wouldn't believe her anyways. When she'd first gotten her memories back she'd tried to tell him. She'd tried to tell all of them. Luna insisted she could return the girl's memories, but said his was different.

It might just be time to bring the girls back. She needed help. Usagi shook her head. Why was she suddenly wavering? In those first days it had been all she'd wanted. But after several attempts had been rebuffed, she'd given up. She hated that they didn't know her, but there was obviously a reason they didn't. Luna wanted to use her magic on them, but Usagi had already been disillusioned by then and had told her no.

Now she wondered if she had made the right choice.

"Mamoru..." Usagi wasn't sure what to say. How could she convince him without telling him the truth? He wouldn't believe her. She sighed again. There wasn't anything to be done.

"What Usagi? Are you going to lie to me again?" Mamoru glared. "You going to tell me that you fell? That no one is hurting you?" He echoed her sigh. "I just want you to be okay," he said finally.

"I... I am okay," Usagi told him.

"No, but you will be," he said, a determined look in his eyes.

He stood then, and pulled her to stand in front of him. One hand came up and wrapped behind her neck, the other went behind her back and he pulled her tight against him. He stared into her eyes, his own full of heat and worry. Pulling her closer, he lowered his mouth to hers. The first kiss was gentle and sweet, a light brushing of his lips against hers.

And then he devoured her. His mouth pressed more firmly against hers, and his tongue invaded, brushing against her own.


***Mamoru's POV***

Usagi tasted of the hot chocolate she'd been sipping. The flavor, mixed with the coffee he'd had, was wonderful. He wanted more. He wanted everything. He could see it now, in his mind, how it was possible they had children together. It had to be true. The twins were somehow their children.

His hand slid up her back, under the loose top she wore. He felt her smooth, soft skin, and redoubled his efforts, sucking her tongue as he fought for control of himself. He'd been picturing this for so long.

Mamoru pulled away and stared into her eyes. "I love you Usako," he breathed.

The shimmering of her wide blue eyes grew and a single tear fell down her cheek. "I love you too Mamo-chan," she breathed. "I love you so much!"

He pulled her closer, his mouth meeting hers again and he suckled her tongue as his hands explored her body. She moaned and he felt her arms coming around his neck. He realized both his hands were now under her shirt, one slipping up her belly. Her firm round breast under his fingers made him groan. He cupped her gently and flicked a thumb over her nipple. She melted.

He pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed down over her jaw to her neck. Unable to help himself he suckled at her skin. She moaned louder and held him closer. He tore her shirt over her head, moving her toward the kitchen table. He lifted her to sit on the surface and bent his head to take her nipple in his mouth. Her moans grew louder and she clutched at his shirt.

One hand slipped under her skirt and pressed between her thighs, pressing up against the moist spot on her panties. She wanted him just as much as he did her. "Usako," he murmured, and slipped past the silky fabric to touch her center. The feel of her folds was incredible. Hot and wet for him. He dipped a single finger inside, feeling how tight she was. He groaned again.

He wanted her writhing under him. Needed to be with her in every way. Had to touch her, to feel her, to be touched and possesed by her as he possessed her.

Picking her up, he carried her into the living room. He lowered her to the couch and followed her down, kissing her hard. He was careful of her bruised ribs, and the cut on her neck. Her skirt, now lifted for him, bunched around her waist and he moved down her body, removing her panties in a lightning fast motion before he dipped his head to taste her.

"Mamo-chan!" she breathed.

She tasted sweet. More sweet than he believed possible. He pushed her thighs wider apart as his mouth searched her depths. He pressed his tongue inside her and noticed her hips lifting against him. Delighted with his success he moved upwards along her slit finding the over-sensitized bundle of nerves. He didn't think he could ever get enough of her taste. He felt as though he already knew her body and yet was discovering her for the first time.

Heavy panting moans met his attentions and he thought perhaps she might scream as her hips bucked wildly. He held her still until he could drive her over the edge, two fingers pressed into her tight sheath as he nibbled and licked at her bud. She reached out and grabbed a throw pillow, pulling it over her face as she let out a cry when she convulsed.

A moment later he was pressing into her. He didn't remember unbuckling himself but somehow he was pushing inside her heated depths. He felt a slight resistance inside her and adjusted, leaning further over her and kissing her deeply as he thrust deep. She cried out into his mouth and her arms wrapped around his neck.

A strange silvery light seemed to flow out of her. He noticed a golden glow flowing from himself. It didn't frighten him. Somehow he had been expecting it, though he didn't know why. As he pulled back slightly and pressed in again, he felt the warmth of a beautiful breeze flowing over them, and he could hear a sweet melody surrounding them. From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a dome form over their heads.

"Oh, Kami Usako," he breathed.

Swift, hard thrusts followed as he pounded into her. He wished he could remember their first time together, but this was the most amazing he had ever felt. He knew then, he would never let her go. She would be his forever. Her hips began lifting to his as she caught his rhythm. The music grew to a beautifully poignant crescendo.

He wanted to stay inside her for all eternity. The way her walls clung to him, the way her whole body responded to every move and touch was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen or felt. He knew she was his, and he was hers. Always.

Flickers of memory filled him, almost like a dream of another life. She was standing in front of him in a long white dress with golden embroidery, her hair silvery instead of the golden color he was so used to seeing. His arms around her waist as she stared up at him in a mixture of love, and worry.

As he pressed deeper into her he remembered another moment, more obviously from this life, when the two of them were together in an elevator on their way… somewhere. She had worn the same look. A mixture of love and worry.

"Usako," he groaned.

"Mamo-chan," she whimpered.

Ribbons of light encircled them, wrapping around and around them both, pulling them closer together physically as well as mentally and emotionally. He could almost hear her in his mind, could feel her love for him cocooning him like a blanket. He groaned again.

"I love you Usako," he whispered, and kissed her again.

"I love you Mamo-chan."

His mouth found the soft flesh between shoulder and neck and he nipped and bit at her. She put her fist against her mouth and bit down into one of her fingers as her walls began to clench around him. There was a rush of heat and moisture over his member as she flew apart in his arms, sending him over the edge as well.

He bit down into her neck and growled "mine," as he exploded inside her, spurt after spurt filling her. It was a claiming. She belonged with him. Forever. "Mine," he repeated, and kissed the tender spot before moving back to her mouth.

Staring into her eyes he had a flash of memory. He saw her, on a bench he thought, laying in the moonlight as he bent to kiss her. He followed instinct and claimed her mouth again.

"You're mine," he said. He'd never been more certain of anything in his life. She was his. He was hers. They were meant for one another.

She stared shyly up at him, her mouth curving into a smile that grew and grew as he stared at her.

"I mean it Usako. You belong with me." He wasn't sure why he knew it, but he did.

Usagi nodded.

"Say it," he insisted.

"Yours," she whispered.

"And I'm yours," he told her, and gave her another kiss.

It stimulated him more than he thought possible. After all, he had just released, and somehow he was ready for her again. Gently, testing her willingness and comfort level, he rocked out and then into her again. Usagi gasped and lifted her hips to him. He groaned in gratitude, wondering if he would ever have the strength to leave her body.

"Say it again," he whispered.

"Yours," she moaned. His pace quickened as he took her to new heights. He reached down between them and pressed his thumb over her button, rubbing from side to side, which made her hips jump as she gasped and wrapped her legs up and over his.

A flash of him making love to her in a large bed with a canopy over it came into his mind. More memories being revealed, he thought. He was thankful. Perhaps that was when they had conceived the twins.

Usagi's nails dug into his shoulders as his pace increased. The thought of her becoming pregnant with his children, while frightening, was also erotic. It was a piece of them both. But for now, he was focused on making her feel good. He wanted her writhing under him, begging for more.

"Do you like this, Usako?" he asked her, whispering the words into her ear before nipping lightly at the lobe and licking the outer edge.

"Yes," she groaned.

"Do you want more?" he asked, delighting in the sweet torment.

Usagi nodded frantically. "Please," she whispered.

That one word sent him over the edge of control. He slammed into her, again and again, as she lifted to meet each thrust. Their bodies making slapping sounds as their hips connected. It was perfect, wild, erotic. She was his. He watched her fall to pieces, felt her walls spasm over him, heard her cry out his name, her face buried in the pillow. And in that moment, he released into her again, as they claimed each other forever.

"Usako!" he almost yelled her name, and bent to kiss her passionately.

She groaned as her legs fell open and slipped off his own.

Shifting, he pulled out of her carefully and rolled to the side, pulling her tightly against him. He wiggled his pants back up his hips, not bothering with the button or zipper for the moment. He was more concerned with holding onto her.

A moment later her heard her soft snores. His hand traveled up and down her belly. She was soft and smooth, though a bit too thin. He glanced down at her legs and froze. There was blood on her thighs. His mind reeled. She'd been a virgin. How could she have had his babies if she was a virgin?

He shook his head. A thought was percolating in his mind, but though he wanted to think more about it, he knew this moment was for celebrating having Usagi in his arms. He'd waited so long for her, and he knew he would never let go.

He could feel her now, in his own mind. Like an echo of her in his arms. He knew she felt contented, though there was slight pain inside her. He knew she loved him just as much as he loved her. He kissed her temple and just watched her sleep for a long time.

The strange ribbons had disappeared into their skin at some point during their lovemaking, but it felt like they were still wrapping tighter and tighter around them.

He let himself up off the couch and covered her with a blanket, letting her rest. He could still see the bruise on her rib. She hadn't complained that she hurt and he had tried to be careful, but he worried that he might have caused her further harm. He went to the bathroom, cleaning himself, and brought a cloth back to wipe Usagi down. He found her underwear and slipped them back on her.

Her shirt was still in the kitchen. He shook it out and slipped it over her head, lifting each arm to slip them into the sleeves. She was so small and frail. There were wounds on both legs, both arms, her face and neck. Oddly there were only a few bruises on her torso however. He was thankful for that.

A memory flashed of himself carrying her. It was nighttime, and he was angry because she had gotten hurt. She was staring up at him and his anger simply melted away staring into those beautiful cerulean eyes. He'd kissed her then as well.

Something had messed with his memory. To have taken moments with her away from him, it had to be very powerful. If something could tear away his memories like that, was it possible that something could send two infants back in time?

More and more the flashes of memory came to him, most of them not making much sense. In some he wore a sword and went to battle. In others he wore a tuxedo and threw roses, also going into battle. There were memories of kisses shared, and oddly, of making love to her on the moon.

Shaking his head, he climbed the stairs and went to check on the babies. They were still sleeping soundly. He wondered how long they would nap. It was already just past noon, and he didn't really know their schedules.

Looking down at the babies he noticed the resemblance Chibi-Usa had to Usagi, then looked closer at Chibi-Mamo. He wasn't imagining it. Chibi-Mamo was a near carbon copy of himself. Except for the hair of course. Then he caught sight of himself in the mirror over Usagi's dresser. In the bright light of day he could see hints of deep purple at the tips of his own hair.

The twins were his and Usagi's children. They had to be.

His earlier thought came back. Was time travel possible? Could these be their children from the future? If not then even more of both their memories was missing, and somehow Usagi had been healed of all after effects. She'd been a virgin. The blood didn't lie.

He wasn't going crazy, and he was now absolutely certain that they were his children. And, if he was right, it was highly likely that he and Usagi had just conceived them on the couch downstairs, while they lay up here in the playpen sleeping. Chibi-Mamo stirred in his sleep, his arms going up as though reaching out for something, then settled again.

The question was, how much of their past did she remember? Was she getting flashes of memory too? It was slightly painful when they hit, and he didn't want her in pain. But he wanted her to remember him. The idea of her not remembering was devastating.


***Usagi's POV***

Usagi woke up feeling sore between her legs, but warm and comfortable. She snuggled deeper into the warm body holding her close. Somehow she had been moved without knowing it, because she was laying in Mamoru's lap, his arms around her, and his head resting on hers.

She stretched a bit in his embrace and moved her head slightly. He lifted his own and she looked up at him. He had a strange look in his eyes as he bent to capture her lips with his own. She remembered their passionate embraces, and was surprised to find herself fully clothed again.

"Usako," he whispered when he lifted his head.

"Mamo-chan," she whispered back.

"Come on. Let's go sit in the kitchen. I made some lunch, but I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful."

He stood, lifting her as though she weighed nothing, and grinned at her. She giggled and leaned her head against his shoulder. He settled her on a chair in the kitchen and went to the stove, pouring out two bowls of miso soup before he sat in the chair diagonal from hers so they could see each other and talk while they ate.

"I meant what I said Usako," he murmured.

She looked over at him, and saw the fierce determination in his eyes. "Which part?" she asked hopefully.

"That I love you. That you're mine, and I'm yours. We belong together."

Usagi couldn't help the feeling of happiness that overwhelmed her. She nodded her head. "We do," she told him. And it was true. They had loved each other in another lifetime. "I love you," she added.

"And that's why I want you to tell me what's going on," he added. She could almost hear an echo of his voice chanting, 'please tell me,' in her mind.

She frowned. What was going on? What did he want her to tell him about? Then she remembered her injuries. She'd forgotten about them in the happiness of being with him.

"Mamo-chan..." she wasn't sure what she should say.

"Who is hurting you Usako?" he asked. "You're my girlfriend now, I have a right to know."

"Mamo-chan, no one is hurting me. I promise you." She wanted to do a little happy dance at being called his girlfriend. She could feel his worry and his anger. His love for her was like a physical caress.

"Then why isn't that the only time I remember seeing your face covered in bruises in the past few weeks?" Mamoru asked.

Usagi looked down at the table. She didn't know what to do. Should she tell him the truth? She could try, but what if he didn't believe her? What if he called her a liar and walked out. She'd only just gotten him back. Could she bear the pain? But she couldn't lie to him either.

"Mamo-chan, I promise, it's not like that."

He glared. "Then what is it like?" he asked.

"It's... it's not someone hurting me. It's..." Usagi was cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

She frowned, unsure who was coming over. Mamoru waved her to sit and left the room. She heard the murmuring of voices and then he returned with a young man who had bright red hair, green eyes, and a line of freckles across his nose. It was her cousin, Haruki.

"USAGI!" he said, his voice full of shock, and anger. "What the hell happened to you!"

"I think she was just about to tell me," Mamoru said, the same anger in his own voice. "Maybe you can talk some sense into her. Someone hurt her and she won't tell me who."

"Mamoru!" Usagi snapped. "I told you, no one is hurting me!"

"So, you're going to stick with 'I fell' some more?" he asked. She actually felt his anger and his fear for her rising.

"No!" She sighed. "It's not..." Shaking her head, Usagi tried again. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you anyway."

"Try me!" he snapped.

Usagi stared up at him, begging with her eyes for him to drop it. And then Haruki was kneeling in front of her. She stared at her cousin as he reached out and grabbed one of her hands. He stared back, his bright green eyes pleading with her to open up.

"Please Usagi."

She shook her head. "It's..." She caught sight of Luna and raised her eyebrows in question. She didn't know when the cat had returned, and wasn't sure what to do. Luna's eyes were wide and she shook her head, but there was no other option. Artemis came in behind her and the white cat nodded at her silent question.

"Usagi?" Haruki looked between her and the two cats.

"Fine!" Usagi waved him back and stood up. "Fine. You want to know who is hurting me? Fine!" She knew she sounded a bit like a broken record, and perhaps a bit unstable, but she'd had enough. When Haruki was far enough away, standing next to Mamoru, both staring at her intently, she reached into her subspace pocket and grabbed her brooch.

"Moon Prism Power, Make Up!" she said in a firm tone. A moment later she was surrounded by fuchsia ribbons as her clothing melted away. The ribbons formed her white fuka with it's short blue skirt and blue collar. Boots, gloves, choker, and hair pieces all appeared. She spun gently in the air as the changes occurred, and was lowered back to the ground finishing in her signature pose.

"I'm Sailor Moon okay?"

Mamoru's jaw had dropped. He stared at her wildly and she felt shock give way to acceptance, and then understanding before landing on joy. Then, as though he had simply been waiting for that moment, he frowned, then reached out and pulled a rose from nothingness into existence and became Tuxedo Kamen. His own clothing disappeared in a low flash and instantly he was wearing a black tuxedo and cape with a red lining. "I'm Tuxedo Kamen."

Haruki started laughing. He laughed long and loud and there was a bright flash as he changed as well. Yellow, orange, and red flowing armor moved over him easily, part of his clothing it seemed, with a yellow tunic underneath and a sword belted to his hip. "I'm Sun Knight."

"Ok kami!" Usagi breathed. This was just too much. Mamoru remembered! Her cousin was a hero too… She felt the world fading away, and then blackness took her.


Author's Note: For details on Haruki, see my profile page. All my OC's are there.