Author's Note: LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER!
Alrighty folks, I had a strange review a while back on another story, and I wanted to explain something to all of you before you read this chapter. Maybe people will see where I'm leading here. First, let me remind you... Manga Ages... Now, let me say this. Romantic sex is not a bad thing. In fact it can be a very good and wonderful thing... if you are physically and emotionally prepared, that is. In this case, with Usagi and Mamoru, they are prepared, and very much in love. Time doesn't matter, age doesn't (okay well if he was 21, like the Anime then yes it is) matter, race doesn't matter. None of that matters. What matters is love, respect, and commitment.
Now, if you've read any of my other stories, you will probably recognize some of the thoughts in Mamoru's head. Let me make this perfectly clear. In his mind, he belongs to Usagi, and she to him. Forever. No break-ups. No other relationships. No going off to America without her. Because this is my story, and that's the way I want it. In his mind, they are practically already married. So, there you have it. Please enjoy.
Lessons Learned
Chapter Seven
Expressions of Love: Soul-Bond
Usagi and Mamoru walked hand in hand to his apartment building. Both were a bit nervous. Their hands were sweating, their knees shaking. They knew it was time, but it was still frightening. They wanted to do it. They loved each other, and wanted to be together forever, but it was very soon. They'd only been dating for two weeks.
When Mamoru had gone to Luna to explain that he thought Usagi was the Moon Princess, it had seemed to wake the cat up. As soon as he'd said the words she'd gotten a far away look, and had gasped. Then she'd proceeded to tell Mamoru that he was also the Earth Prince. It had been a shock.
The happy part of that was learning he and Usagi were soul mates, and had been Bonded in their previous life. In those days, the Royal families of the Solar System chose Soul-Bonding over traditional marriage. Such a bond could not be performed without passing three Venusian tests for compatibility. Understanding, Honesty, and Love all had to be there for a Soul-Bond to be approved. But once it was complete, it could never be broken, even through death.
It explained the link he felt as Tuxedo Kamen whenever Sailor Moon transformed. It explained the dreams they both had, though his were much gentler and left no lasting damage. It also explained why the two of them could never stop bumping into each other, even when they had gone out of their way to avoid one another. In all three aspects of their lives they were connected.
And now, they were going to rekindle the bond. Mamoru was afraid. He'd never been so unsure of himself. It wasn't like he was experienced. He had no idea what he was doing. And she had none either. He just hoped he didn't hurt her.
They entered the lobby and waved to the security guard before heading to the elevators. The ride up was quiet, the mood tense. This wasn't the way he had expected it to be. He'd thought it would happen with no planning, that it would be spontaneous and easy and completely natural.
Usagi's hand clenched over his and he wondered what she was thinking.
Once they were inside Mamoru decided he wasn't going to push. If it happened it happened, but if she wanted to wait they could. When he told her that she sighed with relief.
"I don't want to sound whiny or anything, it's just that I never really wanted it to feel so rushed or pushed on us, you know? I want it to be natural when it happens."
"Me too," he admitted. "The whole time we were walking here, I kept worrying about hurting you, or not doing it right. I mean you were my first kiss. I haven't done anything else."
"Me either," she said, and she sounded so relieved he had to laugh.
"Come on, lets go grab something to eat."
"Do you have what I want?" She asked, a teasing tone in her voice.
"Of course I do!" he said, offended.
They went into the kitchen and he pulled the ice cream out of the freezer while she got the drinks. She'd bought cute pilsner mugs for him, and they had taken to using them every time. He added two scoops of the ice cream and she poured the root beer over it, watching the level of soda under the foam. It was their favorite treat now. Although they were both still chocolate lovers.
"I was so happy Motoki let us make these for the Halloween party." Usagi grinned as she took a spoonful of ice cream.
Somehow Usagi ended up with foam all over her lips and Mamoru couldn't resist leaning in to lick it off. The two kissed for a long time, and his hands slid up her back, under her shirt. He found the strap of her bra and toyed with it a bit before he unhooked it. He grinned as he leaned away and moved his hands around to cup her full breasts.
Her cup clanged onto the counter. She was panting, staring up at him with her wide blue eyes, dreamily looking into his own. She launched herself at him a moment later, her arms going around his neck as her lips crashed into his. He lifted her and wrapped her legs around him, setting her on the counter top so he could continue to plunder her mouth.
He pulled back and lifted her shirt and bra over her head, then bent and took a nipple into his mouth. She squealed and reached for the buttons on his shirt. Somehow he ended up with her on the couch, both of them naked, with no idea how they'd gotten there. He was busy kissing every inch of her he could reach, flicking his tongue out to taste her skin. She was pure heaven.
Her little breathy moans drove him wild, and her spread her open to stare at her moist womanhood. He wanted her, more than anything in the world. He was afraid if he didn't get her he would die. He bent his head and took a taste of her, supping on her juices. She was perfect. She screamed when he thrust his tongue into her tiny channel, and her walls spasmed around him.
"Usako," he whispered, when he came up for air. "Please tell me you want this."
"I want this. I want you. Inside me. Now." She spread her legs wider and he moved up her body, pressing himself against her opening as he buried his face in her neck. He wasn't sure what to do, so he just pushed inside a little at a time. She enveloped him in heat and wetness, and he wasn't sure he could hold out. He wasn't even all the way inside yet. Something was stopping him. He pressed harder and then he was fully seated within her.
She cried out briefly, in pain. He felt like weeping for hurting her. He didn't move, and because he was still he noticed the light around them. Bright, sweet light, wrapping around the two of them. Music seemed to swell up and there was a warm breeze that flowed over their skin. And then she moved under him and he knew nothing but her tight wet sheath squeezing so tight around him.
He pumped in and out of her with slow steady strokes, careful not to push too hard or too deep. She moaned, panting under him.
"More," she whispered. And he took it all. He slammed home roughly, again and again. She met him with each thrust, their hips slapping together with a loud clapping sound. They both groaned and cried out and he continued to take and take until her body tightened around his cock and he growled as he filled her with his seed.
Memory poured into them, the Soul-Bond wrapping around them in golden and silver ribbons of light. Words poured from their mouths. "I possess and am possessed. Forever mated and unified with you. I will protect and cherish, hold and succor until my dying breath."
They panted, staring at each other. "I remember," she said.
"I know," he answered. And then ::I love you Usako.::
She gasped. ::I love you Mamo-chan.::
She smiled up at him, and wriggled her hips, trying to get more comfortable. In doing so she woke him to the thought of more pleasure.
"We have time for more," he whispered, not wanting to pressure her.
"Good," she said, and then wriggled her hips again. "Very good."
It had been one month. One blissfully happy month, since Mamoru and Usagi had become a couple. He was wildly in love with her, and it showed. He was still very much the calm one of the pair, but anyone who looked at his eyes as they followed the little blonde wherever she flitted could see the absolute devotion he had for her. They could see that he would do anything, go anywhere, and be anyone that she needed.
He was more than just a boyfriend. More than a fellow warrior. More than a friend. More than a tutor. He was her soulmate. He already knew he would marry her, knew they would have half a dozen children, if he could manage to convince her. He was so happy to have her in his life that it shone out of him like a beacon.
Usagi was the light that Mamoru needed in his lonely world. Things had changed so much for him in the month they'd been together, and for her as well. He had become her champion. Not just with her friends, but with her family, her school, with anyone who so much as looked at her. She blossomed with him. Her confidence grew, her grades improved, her fighting skills became legendary. And she was happy.
When she looked at Mamoru she didn't see a lonely little boy. She saw a kind, studious, generous, loving young man. While she knew he needed her, she needed him as well, and the two of them had become Yin and Yang, light and dark, earth and moon for each other. She made sure he was never lonely, he made sure she had time to herself to regroup. She made sure he received all the hugs he could ever want, he made sure she always had someone to lean on.
Motoki, who often watched the pair in awe, saw all of this. He had been much more than a bystander however. As a close friend to both of them, he had seen how the two of them completed each other. He'd watched the steady changes in both of them, and was happy that they'd come together. The circumstances of that had done so still made him shudder, but whatever worked... right?
He was sitting in Mamoru's living room, waiting for Usagi and Reika to show up. The two hung out a bit since she'd returned from her program, and they had decided tonight would be a game night, which suited Motoki just fine. He and Mamoru both had coffee in hand. Mamoru however, was quiet this evening. He turned to his friend with a questioning glance, but Mamoru didn't even notice. He was too busy staring at the large photograph over the television.
"You okay man?" Motoki asked, a bit worried.
"Yeah, just thinking."
"About what?"
"Mom hugs."
"Mom hugs?" Motoki frowned. That could be a depressing topic given Mamoru's history.
"Yeah," he turned and gave Motoki a smile. "Usagi's mother insists I call her Ikuko-mama. She says she's going to give me all the mom hugs I could ever want."
"Wow. How did this happen?"
"Do you remember what I told you about the hug she gave me as Usagi?"
Motoki nodded.
"Well, I thought about it so much, and I talked to Usagi about it. Well, I guess when Ikuko-mama found out about my parents and my memory loss, Usagi told her I didn't get mom hugs. So, she ambushed me this morning. Gave me the best hug ever. Told me she'd give me all the mom hugs I wanted, and said to call her Ikuko-mama." His grin was huge.
"Wow. That's kinda cool. Reika's mom hates me. Thinks I'm too young for her."
"Kenji-san used to hate me too, I think. Now he knows my intentions it's a bit different."
"Intentions?" Motoki was a bit shocked. Wasn't one month a bit early for that kind of thing.
"Yeah Motoki. I'm going to marry her. And I'm not going to wait too long to do it either." He looked towards the door and pulled a small box out of his pocket. He handed it over with all the stealth of a ninja. Motoki opened the box and found a ring with a band of braided silver and gold. The stones were set to look like the moon and a red rose. "I asked Kenji-san last night, and he gave his permission."
"Wow. This is perfect," he whispered. "But isn't it soon?"
"Not for us Motoki. We're soulmates. Soul-Bonded for eternity man."
Motoki nodded.
"Plus," he whispered, taking the ring back. "I really can't wait to see her giving mom hugs of her own."
THE END
Seriously, I hope everyone loved my first Halloween story. I worked hard to make it what it is. Let me know what you think!
