The Temptress
Chapter 7/10
By Baine
Email: ladybaine at gmail dot com
Rated R for Sexuality & Adult Themes
Completed: July 25, 2006
Posted: October 13, 2010
Author Notes: Hey guys, ready for another installment? I just posted the final chapter for another story of mine, Evening Primrose, so if you enjoy this, I hope you take the time to read it. It also features Usa/Mamo, though I have to use the Dub names b/c it takes place in the USA during a time when there were less "foreign-sounding names," but it's still a story about our favorite couple. It's dark and mysterious, perfect for October!
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The Temptress
~Chapter Seven~
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Sunlight streamed into the small white room through a stained-glass window, dappling everything in vivid color and blinding Mamoru as he opened his eyes, only to scrunch them shut with a groan as he buried his head into his pillow...a pillow that wriggled beneath his touch, causing him to curiously open his eyes once more. He peered down at a golden head, following the strands of hair that stretched towards him, binding him as they wrapped around his torso, keeping him close to the woman still slumbering beside him. His eyes darkened as he remembered the events of the night before, his mind supplying him with high-definition images meant to arouse him from a sound sleep.
Feeling something hard pressed against her leg, Usagi blearily opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at Mamoru. "Hi," she mumbled, shutting her eyes once more and curling up against his chest.
"Hi yourself." He curled a lock of her shiny hair around his finger, spinning it into gold and reveling in its feel.
"Mmm, this is a nice way to wake up."
"Definitely—no more charley horses from sleeping on the floor!"
"Hmph. If that's all you care about, you can just—" She was effectively cut off as his warm lips suddenly encompassed her own, claiming her, breaking her, making her his. "Mmm," she murmured against his lips, moving away to rub her cheek against his stubbly chin. "Is this how you always manage to win an argument?"
He laughed huskily, twining her fingers through his own. "Only when it works." He traced the contours of her face with his finger, mapping out a route that he could further explore with his lips. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Pretty good, actually."
"No more nightmares?"
"Not when I have a dashing knight at my side to scare them away." She nipped at the curve of his chin with her teeth.
"Mm, then maybe I'll have to sleep over more often."
"Oh, I don't know. I think my bodyguards would get rather suspicious of you. Then again, maybe I could arrange to—"
Mamoru glowered darkly. "You'd better not arrange to do anything with Motoki. I don't like that he sees you in your PJs, let alone anything else!"
She smiled flirtatiously. "Aw, you jealous?"
"You bet I am." He kissed her possessively, expressing his frustration without words. "You belong to me now, Usagi. You're mine...and I hate sharing."
"My hero!" She giggled up at him, her laughter turning to a moan as he began to torment her for her betrayal to his manliness. Her head lolled back restlessly as she felt him exploring the more intimate regions of her body, never staying in one place for more than a moment. "S—Stop it!" She groaned, reaching out to still his hands.
"Why? Can't take the heat?" He continued his ministrations, admiring the way her face contorted with pleasure. He skimmed her stomach with two fingers, playing with her bellybutton ring and scraping it lightly against her skin before bending to kiss the same spot. His hands traveled to her sides, massaging upwards until his fingers grazed against her breasts. He heard her give a gasp of pleasure and smirked, ceasing his ministrations to journey downwards once more. His fingers stilled over a raised line of flesh at her left side, and he moved his hand to peer at her. A long, jagged scar ran down her side. Smaller, lighter scars shimmered beneath it. "God, Usagi," he breathed in horror. "What happened?"
Usagi blinked slowly, her mind still encompassed by a haze of passion. "Hmm?" She followed his gaze downwards and blanched. He had found her scar. "Oh, that. It's a battle wound, if you will. Ugly thing, isn't it? Now you know why I never wear a bikini."
"That doesn't explain what happened, Usa."
"Oh, you know. I had my tonsils taken out when I was little."
He gave her a piercing look. "You must be the only person in the world whose tonsils aren't in her throat, then."
She waved her hand dismissively. "You know what I mean. Whatever it's called. I had an operation to get rid of it."
"You meant appendix."
"Yeah, that."
"Too bad this isn't the part of your body where they remove that."
"But—"
"No, Usagi." His fingers trailed her scar once more. Your appendix is on the right-hand side of your body—right below your stomach."
"Oh."
"Why don't you tell me what really happened?"
"Look, I—Well, it's done now, right? What's in the past should stay there."
"I'm from your past. Are you trying to tell me that you wish I wasn't a part of your present?"
"No, of course not! I just meant—"
"Please tell me, Usagi. I worry about you."
She looked into his darkened eyes, amazed at the amount of concern swirling in their depths. "I'm just—You'll think less of me if you know."
"I would never!"
She chuckled harshly. "Famous last words, Mamoru. Remember that." She took a deep breath and made a circular motion against her pillow with her finger. "Last year, I was walking back to my apartment when some guy grabbed me and dragged me into an alley." She closed her eyes as she was ambushed with memories. "He held a knife to my throat and threatened to kill me if I wasn't quiet and didn't do exactly as he said."
She drew in a shaky breath of air. "I was paralyzed with fear. It was horrible. It was like I was back in high school getting raped all over again, only this time, it was one big man in an alley instead of four scrawny teenagers behind the school gym. I couldn't—It took me forever to get over what had happened the first time. Those are the scars." She absently rubbed the faded marks with a finger before trailing the larger, raised scar once more.
"I was a regular nut-case, Mamoru." She nibbled at her lip as she lowered her eyes, looking anywhere but at him, unable to stomach his reaction to her words. "I was the epitome of your every taunt and threat from when we were younger. I just...I went off the edge. I was so mad...at myself, at you, at them. I had finally been getting over it, finally been moving into the future...and then this happened. I couldn't let it happen again, you know? If it had, I don't think I ever would have regained my sanity."
She trailed off in memory and Mamoru had to urge her to continue, his eyes dark with concern and horror at her plight.
"I fought him, even though he was three times my size. I would rather be dead than let him desecrate me. He...he didn't like it and he stabbed me." She splayed her hand against the scar and drew her fingers together as though she were once more attempting to keep her blood in her body.
"He was going to kill me—he had this crazy glint in his eyes. I was trying to get out of his grasp, but he had such a tight hold on me! I managed to bite the wrist holding the knife, and he threw me to the ground. I missed having my head thud against that knife by centimeters. Anyway, I grabbed the knife before he could get to it and lashed out at him. Because of our height differences, the closest thing I was able to hit..." She drew in a ragged breath and stared at him in terror, clutching at his bare chest with her nails. "It was an accident. I swear! I never meant to—"
"Usa, honey, hey! It's alright. It's over now." He pulled her closer, murmuring into her ear until she began to calm down. "What did you do that was so horrible, love?" His stomach churned in anticipation of her answer. A feeling of dread washed over him and he yearned to go back to when they had first woken up, to when he had never seen her scar and asked her about it. Maybe if he kept her cocooned in his arms, everything would go away and things would be all right again. Maybe...
"." She winced and drew back as she waited for his reaction.
He blinked and looked down at her. "Can you say that again a little slower?"
Usagi flinched, closing her eyes and mustering up the last of her strength. "I accidentally cut off his family jewels, Mamoru. It was the closest thing I could reach and it just...happened. He was livid—yowling up a storm louder than anything. Someone on the street must have heard him and informed the police because the next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed, thankful for the fact I was alive."
She rubbed at her scar and peered at it as though seeing it for the first time. "I'll always have this scar as a reminder. If the cops hadn't come when they did, I'd probably be dead. As it was, the doctors were able to stitch my side back together before I lost too much blood, though they did have to give me a transfusion while I was unconscious from the loss. They were also able to stitch the man back together, unfortunately. It would have served him right to have never been able to feel pleasure again."
She pulled herself away from Mamoru's chest and looked up into his eyes, watching the emotions that swirled within.
As for Mamoru, he was trying to comprehend everything she had just told him. He was livid with anger at the idea that another man had forced himself onto the woman he was beginning to feel so deeply for. His brow furrowed thoughtfully as he turned to observe Usagi anew. "You said that you got raped behind a gym...our high school gym?"
She nodded fearfully, eyeing him warily with bated breath.
His hands clenched at his sides. "Did I know these boys?"
"I assume so. I mean, they were in your graduating class."
"Who were they? I'll track them down, tear them limb-from-limb, make them suffer like—"
"Mamoru, no."
"What do you mean 'no?'"
"I mean...I've already settled things. I don't want to ever see them again."
He stared at her curiously, his eyes widening as the breath of an idea flitted across his mind. "What did you say their names were again?"
"I didn't." She took a deep breath and met his eyes. It's now or never, Usagi. Her voice wavered as she whispered,"It was four boys from the basketball team. Their names were Karae Rui, Ronson Yuuchi, Hitora Jede, and ...and Wakaru Sei."
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Dun, dun, dun... Mamoru has found out the truth. What do you think will happen next?
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