Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon does not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. It's the product of the mind of Naoko Takeuchi-sempai, my hero. And no, I don't own her either; kami-sama knows I wanna get a piece of Moon Action, though.

Summary: Serenity hated her life on the Moon because of all the responsibilities, not to mention her sudden engagement to someone she didn't even know the name of. So she packed her bags and headed for Earth, where she met Motoki-onii-san, her new brotherly friend, only to realize he's a step-brother to Chiba Mamoru, one arrogant ass. This story is pretty much about Serenity (who takes on the alias of Tsukino Usagi) learning to live on Earth, figuring out how to be normal, dealing with matters of the heart, and dealing with her senshi on Earth with her.

Chapter Five: Within Temptation

That, wasn't quite how he imagined things would go. His conscience was ringing in his ears, 'You're an asshole. You're an asshole,' but he hadn't the faintest clue why. 'Bring the girl back her purse. Check. Seduce her. Check, and then some. Get a reaction. Check. Make out like hell. Check. Tell her you like her; want to whisk her off of her feet and onto her back, showing her just how much you enjoy her company. All. Night. Long. Definite lack of check.' Correction. Things blew to high hell the moment his lips touched hers and all rational thoughts flew right out the penthouse window. 'For kami's sake, if this isn't a sign that I need to get laid, I really don't know what is.'

But he wouldn't dare move. He stood in the exact position she left him in. He knew there was a definite time lapse from when the door clicked shut to where he was now, but he couldn't come up with a reason to leave. Sure, he'd pretty much scarred her for life, somehow, and she would beat his ass if she knew he was still there, but he couldn't just leave. Not like that.

"If you don't take your ass from my door to the elevator in less than five seconds, so help me gods I will wipe the marble floor with it. Now, MOVE!" the voice bellowed from behind the door. The poor, lonely, upperclassmen jumped at her tone. She wasn't sad, she was pissed as hell. And there were no doubts in his mind that she would follow through with her oh so subtle threat.

"Gomen Usagi-chan. I don't know what I did, but, gomen," he waited for a response. Hell, a bazooka could've blown his pretty little head off through the damn peep hole, but at least it would've been a sign of human life!

"Five."

"Usagi-chan! Tell me what I did. I can't be that bad of a kisser, ne?" Mamoru attempted to lighten the mood with a little bit of his wit and charisma, but Usagi would have none of that.

"You're an asshole. Four."

Mamoru was beginning to lose his patience. Here's the girl, basically falls out of the damn sky, and in less than a day has him feeling like a worthless piece of shit. "Usa! What the hell did I do?"

The brass door creaked open and a little bunny popped her head through the crack. Mamoru-baka was about to walk inside the room until he saw the little chain locked up against the wall, blocking the door from opening any farther. 'Protective much?' He let out an aggravated sigh and tried to think of a next move. While calculating his next move, Usagi was setting hers up for execution.

"Three. You walk into random girls' hotel rooms, into their bedroom, and try to seduce them. Two. Did you honestly think that I'd just let you take me, right here right now, when I just met you? One. You are an asshole." Her voice cracked at the end of her tyrant, causing her strong, confident appearance to fall, showing him how she really felt. Weak and used.

And with that, the door slammed shut, throwing Mamoru off a little bit. 'Ho-ho-hold up a minute. She came onto me.' "Usa, you came onto me, not the other way around. You tried to seduce me." Our little baka didn't know when to stop, ne?

May he rest in peace.

If Mamoru could have seen the sight of the Moon Princess when he spoke those few, heated words, he'd be running for the hills. Her hands were curled up into little, shaking fists at her sides. Every muscle in her body went rigid, save for the tick that was growing on her forehead, pulsing along with her increased blood flow. She. Was. Livid.

May Selene have mercy on his soul.

The door swung open and coming with it, an all mighty fist. Usagi's right hand connected with Mamoru's jaw and there was a satisfying (though not satisfying for all parties present) crunching sound, which could only be caused by breaking bones. He flew into the wall opposite the suite and sunk to the floor. Usagi was seething. 'How dare he?!' It was one thing to come on to a Princess, it was another to accuse her of being an easy slut. And of all princesses to be subjected to this treatment, the most hazardous was Serenity. What luck this strapping young lad had.

"What the fuck Usagi?!" was all he could say. What else was there to say after getting punched in the face by a girl? And pretty damn hard, as well.

"Don't even try to act innocent you asswipe. How dare you even think about calling me a slut. I am not, I repeat, NOT some common whore! You will treat me with respect if I have to shove it down your throat and up your ass! Do you understand me?" her breath was ragged and she could feel all of her pent up anger rising to the surface. After all these years, she was finally acting like the Ruler she was brought up to be.

Mamoru could only stare in awe at the woman before him. He would have never thought a klutzy girl could command such attention and, truly, put him in his place. No one had ever fought back against him before. He was the infamous Chiba. King of Juuban. And this Tsukino Usagi stood up to him, after rejecting him, no less.

"Usagi," he growled. He knew he was supposed to be pissed to high hell with the woman, but he couldn't help but get turned on. Her chest was heaving up and down to control her breathing, her cheeks were becoming flushed from her anger and her eyes turned into blue fire. She was breath taking.

She knew how wrong this was. He was acting like such a jerk, he was arrogant, and Selene knows that if this had happened on the Moon he would've been sentenced to death millenniums ago. She was the freaking Moon Princess! No one was to touch her but her husband. This thought caused her to groan. She didn't want to get married to some stranger. He was just that, a stranger. Whoever he was, he had no right in marrying her and she'd make sure that it would never happen. Besides, she was 1000 years into the future, and he wouldn't have to rank to time travel. Only the highest level of Royals could access the time gates, and he had to have been low on the chain (relatively speaking) because no two pure Royals could marry. They weren't allowed to move from their governing planets.

So, emotions aside, she could be with this guy, if she wanted to. But did she? He erupted so many different emotions inside of her that she couldn't begin to sort through them. Some were blurry for she had never experienced them before. One of the new ones she caught onto, and it was leading the pack. Lust.

He was looking down on her like he was a predator, stalking his prey. His hair fell disheveled into his eyes, which darkened into an almost black, and she knew hers had changed colour as well. His breathing became labored as hers got stuck in her throat. All arguments were off the table and they found an agreement in each other's eyes.

Now.

Mamoru pinned Usagi against her previous position along the wall, grabbing her waist for support. He crashed his lips onto hers and could swear the heavens opened up. It wasn't gentle like before, and while the earlier kiss was passionate, this one was just filled with lust and adrenalin. Her hands dove into his hair, gripping and pulling at it as if it was going to fly away. He didn't bother asking permission this time, just plunged his tongue into her mouth knowing she wanted this as much as he did. His reward was a sensual moan from her lips that made him groan in response.

Usagi's confidence rose when she heard him groan. She didn't know how she could have such an effect on one person but she wasn't about to question it. She began to caress his tongue with hers, bringing them into his mouth. Mamoru groaned again at her forwardness. He wasn't expecting her to be so aggressive, at least not this early in the game.

She tore her lips from his and went for his neck. She didn't have a clue what she was doing, but this was what she wanted and she'd be damned if she didn't get it. Leaving warm, wet kisses down his throat, she found his sweet spot and bit it, hard. A shiver went down his spine from the sensation and she smiled against his neck. She continued to bite it, alternating as she would nibble and suckle on it as if nursing it back to health. Working her way back up his neck she reached his ear and bit that too, giving it the same treatment.

Mamoru didn't know what to do with himself. Getting this turned on by just kissing was a first for him, and he hoped it wouldn't be his last. He could only lean his head into the crook of her neck, nuzzling it as his nails dug into her sides, trying to keep grounded. He wanted to keep going but he wasn't 100 percent sure that she was ready. That was until she grinded her hips against his, as well as the growing bulge in the front of his jeans.

His hands went down upon her lower back, squeezing it to emit an unexpected growl from his little minx and he lifted her up. She immediately drew her lengthy legs around his hips and continued to rub herself against him. It was all he could do not to take her in the middle of the corridor, but he somehow gathered himself just long enough to get inside the hotel room and kick the door shut.

Once he realized they were never going to reach the bedroom, he settled for the next best thing. The wall. He smacked her into the wall, hard, causing a moan made up of a little pain and a lot of pleasure. He strengthened his grasp on her behind and pushed her into him, trying to find some sort of friction to tie himself over.

Pulling back from his neck she tightened her legs' hold and squeezed to further their hold on each other. Mamoru couldn't take it anymore. His knees collapsed against himself and they fell to the floor without disconnecting from the other. He rolled himself on top of her as she pulled off his shirt. He stopped her hands with his and looked into her eyes. He needed to know if she knew exactly where this was going and if she was going to be okay with that. As much self control as he had, this girl was stirring up new feelings he didn't know existed and the need for him inside her was so overwhelming that soon he'd have her, whether she liked it or not. To his utter relief she nodded her head long enough for him to dive back into their prior positions.

While looking upon his face she saw the faintest stain of blood and gasped. She had completely forgotten that she slugged him. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, not sure how to apologize to a man she punched then dragged into her apartment to make love to. Hallmark wasn't made for occasions such as these. She reached her hand to touch his lip and breathed in sharply as he visibly winced from the open wound.

Mamoru had also forgotten the incident. Being Tuxedo Kamen supplied him with his fair share of injuries so he'd learnt to ignore them over the past few months. "It's okay, doesn't hurt that bad," he smiled tenderly at her and brushed her cheek with his right hand. It was at that moment that he realized just how precious this girl was, and what he was about to do to her.

All of his lust, or at least a large portion of it, faded away into compassion and he began to pull himself off of her. It wasn't fair to her to add her to his long list of 'companions', he realized. Keeping the smile on his face he leant back down and placed a tender kiss on her lips. It was soft and warm, lingering until he felt her pull away. Looking back into her eyes he knew she had come to realize that they had to stop, as well.

With a sigh she passed him his shirt back, blushing as she snuck a quick look at his chest. She'd never seen a man naked, but had an idea that he was above average. She sat up as he pulled it on and looked away, trying to give him some sort of privacy. His deep chuckle caused her to look back at her with confusion glittering in her eyes. "What are you laughing at now?"

Realization crossed his face as he now knew why she had gotten upset earlier. "So that's why you were upset? Because I laughed at you?" his guess was confirmed by Usagi's huff and crossing of her arms, accompanied by an adorable pout. "I was laughing because you look so cute when you become shy after being intimate. Usually girls aren't body shy after doing, that." He threw his hands up in the air randomly to prove his point.

Swallowing another blush of discomfort she pushed herself onto her feet and said, "Yes, well, I'm not like most women." Glancing backwards to him she let the blush slip and whispered, "Arigato, for apologizing." After she saw his grin appear, she knew the situation was fixed, save for his cracked jaw. "Oh, gomen, seriously, for uh, hitting you. I didn't think it'd be that hard," she paused when he gave her an expectant look, " Well, yeah, I expected it to be that hard but I didn't expect to feel bad for it."

They were both silent for a moment or two, holding eye contact until they burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. After convincing him she'd fix him up she led him to the washroom and began to clean up the blood and wound. She knew she could just use the ginzuishou and have him as good as new, but a stranger with a glowing rock is just a tad out of the ordinary so she settled with rubbing alcohol and swabs.

Neither one of them wanted to stay in the other's presence any longer, it had become much too awkward for both. Walking him to the door for the second time that night she played with her pigtails and staring at the floor. Mamoru cleared his throat and looked over her head into the hotel room, backing into the hallway once again. "Well, uh, bye, I guess?" She nodded her response but refused to meet his eyes, which was just fine with him. After a few more seconds passed, he took a deep breath and waved goodbye, walking down towards the elevator.

Usagi couldn't get the door closed fast enough. She quadruple checked all of the locks to make sure he couldn't get back in. Not that she was afraid of him, but being around him was awkward as sin. There wasn't any other word besides awkward. Awkward. It summarized her predicament so well.

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Mamoru was walking out of the elevator wondering what the hell he did. He was Chiba Mamoru, so why did he feel so bad about sleeping with this one girl? For a moment, he thought he could feel his conscience swell up deep inside his chest, but then brushed the feeling off. There was no way he could become compassionate and involved in a relationship. He continued to walk the streets of Juuban aimlessly, his mind constantly picturing a blonde goddess that waltzed into his life just that morning.

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Meanwhile, Usagi was trying to fix herself a snack. The suite has come with a kitchen and fully stocked fridge, but she still didn't know how to cook. Opening up the fridge she ducked down until she was eye level with the middle shelf, filled with selected cold cuts. Plucking out a few that seemed edible enough, she threw them onto some bread and her heart swelled with pride at her making her own sandwich. A landmark indeed.

She decided that there was no way she'd be able to fall asleep after her, for lack of a better phrase, close encounter with Chiba-san. So she plopped down onto the leather couch and clicked on the television, revelling in how much Earth's technology was lacking, even 1000 years into the future.

Wiggling her rear deeper into the couch she found the sweet spot she threw her feet up onto the coffee table, crossing them while flicking through the channels. There wasn't much on, some animes, late night movies, infomercials, and every rerun of every cancelled show in the past twenty years. Cable television definitely wasn't the cat's meow.

She settled onto some gush-fest on some channel for women where the acting was bad and the tears were fake, but found herself drifting away from reality and into her thoughts. She began to miss the moon. Not even two days into her adventure and she's homesick.

And while she revelled in her freedom, she couldn't help but feel like something very bad had taken place. She couldn't feel her mother's presence anymore, although that could be contributed to the space between them, or perhaps she's too furious with her to activate the link. But there was still something in the pit of her stomach that was unsettling, something had gone terribly wrong and she knew it was her fault.

Usagi summoned the ginzuishou and on her command it appeared and floated above her open palm. Each heir to the Moon's throne had their own crystal, Serenity's being the ginzuishou, her mother's was the ninzuishou, which was made up of seven separate rainbow coloured crystals, one that Serenity had always envied as a child. Yet again, she got stuck with something white. Oh joy.

The ginzuishou's power and warmth had always been a comfort to her, making her feel safe and protected. But now there was an eerie glow to it, as if forecasting something devastating in the near future. She had felt it on her own and tried to push it away but the crystal could not be mistaken. She had done something terribly wrong and now she'd have to pay the price. The worst part being that she didn't know, there was no way for her to know.

She tried opening up her links with her senshi, but they seemed off. As if they were missing a part of themselves. She wondered if she was contacting those senshi on Earth, and if their presence was interfering with her bonds with her senshi from the Silver Millennium. She reached out a mental hand to Venus, the one she was closest to. When all she got was a wave of confusion and fear, she decided that these were not her senshi. Even if they had gone through Pluto's Time Gate to follow her to Earth, their souls would be the same, and there would be no scarring, no change.

This meant that these senshi in Juuban, for the past few months were not her own. In essence, yes, they were, because the bond still existed, but judging by how frail it was, the only explanation she could come up with was that these were her guards' reincarnations. Each princess was a reincarnation of their planet's goddess, which was a known fact. That's also why she was so strongly bonded with her mother. They shared the same soul. They were, essentially, as one. And while Lunarians as well as other royals had long lives, they were not immortal. And the only reason one would be reincarnated precisely would be if they died before their time.

If you were to die before your time, once you were reborn, you could regain all of your memories of your last lifetime, you are the same person. Though once you had done your duty and the gods said it was time, your soul was replaced into the next generation of royals. Same soul, not the same person. Queen Serenity had tried to explain this to her daughter many times, but she'd always get hung up on how they could both share the same soul and be alive at the same time. Her mother would say the same thing, time and time again. Lunarians are special and do not live by all rules. This would be accompanied by the princess' famous eye rolls, sighs of exasperations, or plain temper tantrums.

Being told she was different, yet again did nothing to help her fruitful mind.

Deciding she'd had enough drama for one night, she decided to pack it in. Once off the couch she flicked the television off and threw her empty plate into the sink. Along her walk to the bedroom, she reached her arms high above her head and stretched while giving a painstakingly long yawn. She hadn't realized she was this exhausted.

Once she reached her room, she made the choice to go to bed the right way. Pulling off her shorts and camisole, she dug into her pile of clothes until she found her light blue satin pajama set, made up of short shorts and a spaghetti strapped tank top. Sitting on the bed, she took out her odangos and tied her hair into a large braid, to avoid tangles in the morning. Pulling back to covers, she snuggled deep into the mattress, enjoying the silkiness of the fabric and reached over to turn off the lamp on the nightstand.

"Princess Serenity," the shrill voice rang into the air and Usagi froze. She knew that voice and knew its' importance. If she had tracked her down, then she was definitely in for it.

After releasing a nervous giggle, she responded with, "Funny meeting you here." It was all she could think of at the time, and it didn't seem to do the job.

"Princess, do not play games with me. Now, I don't know how you managed to time travel as well as teleport such a great distance without anyone being alerted, but you have caused a major rip in the time space continuum. You're actions cannot be undone and therefore we must prepare you for the consequences."

Staring into the red eyes she had rarely seen up close, she scrunched up her face and gave the ever intelligent response, "Huh?"

With an exasperated sigh, her intruder rudely pointed out, "You're majorly screwed."