The '#21. Mischief and # 14. Closet' series.

Part II.

# 49. A familiar song.

Warning: both the 'innuendo party' and the 'features actual sweat, grunting noises, full lenght mirrors, and lots of tactile action' part still applies. About the fluids... your guess. Oh, and it's still not M-rated :P (though this may change up to your guess about fluids...)

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She crossed her arms and began tapping her left foot.

"Usa, you're not helping this way. Just. Keep. Quiet. Please. I won't fail you. Did I ever ?"

Pointed look from Usa at him in the mirror. 'Ok, wrong question.'

"It almost seems it doesn't fit in..."

"How can you said it! It's in its place to be. You've done it fine just before !"

He nuzzled below her jaw apologetically.

"Should I hold it as well?"

"I'm doing fine, thank you." A trickle of sweat. Hair clinging stubbornly in his eyes. 'Stay focused, breath, stay focused...'

"Are you sure?"

He grunted as he tried harder. "YES. Hold on Usa."

"Actually, you're are the one meant to do that."

By the mirror facing her she detected the faintest tinge of selfdisappointment in his scrunched in concentration features. He was so cute like that. "Don't try too hard. Relax."

"May I remind you it was your idea first?"

"Would you have preferred I asked for someone else's help in my direst time of need?"

She arched against him, trying to give him better access by changing the stretch of her dress fabric. He swallowed hard as more and more skin was revealed in the process and her thigs brushed on his

"Better if you don't move."

"I wouldn't, if you would. Really, I recall your fingers being much more deft."

"We're almost there Usako, almost there."

His fingers grazed her lower back as he fumbled a bit more with the fabric.

She hissed through clenched teeth. "What if I bend over?"

"Better not. Stretching it furtherly it's the last thing I neeed now"

Some more moments of him struggling against her lower back.

She wriggled with discomfort.

"No Usa! Don't! There's already little or no space for one people." 'Why dressing rooms have to be so claustrophobic ?' He had the strong urge to bang his head against the next mirror wall.(1)

A familiar song started to play. She straightened up, excited. "Marvin!"

Her action sent his head banging against the wall mirror behind him with a 'thuuuuunnnnng'.(2)

She giggled at the funny sound. At his glare, she dug softly her fingers in his bangs, massaging his scalp and smoothing his frown as he resumed his work. Or rather, he tried to.

Being crammed with the love of your life in very little room and surrounded by mirrors providing details of their predicament from every possible angle and with Marvin Gaye's invitation about 'Let's Get It On ' singing above your head was really putting a strain on his concentration. Not to mention very... err... distracting memories...

"We could really get some-"

Still managing to keep his hands in place, his unbelieving, shocked gaze darted to the reflection of her mostly sweet, naive beloved's face...

"-progress in here, Mamo-chan"

...registerizing with alarm the sparkle in her eyes, and the quirky Mona Lisa smile he has caught her displaying lately.

He could place that smile almost by the exact day it began. Since the girls started that special monthly girls-only reunion sleepover tradition after finally saving the Shitennou, Usagi had grown more... flirtatious. Brazenly so. He strongly suspected Minako's manoeuvres to be behind this change. According to the boys' comments actually, the Senshi of Venus had recruited all of the girls to the Art of Flirtation cause. Mamoru couldn't decide either to pity or to envy Kunzite. The things Minako must put the calm, aloof Shitennou through...

His Usako's smile shifted into a 'owww' soon after as his aforementioned hands kept going...

"Ooops. Forgive me."

Half sheepish half impish he smiles at her slightly scowling reflection, then following a sudden inspiration he kept their gazes locked at the mirror while dipping his mouth to where he had seemingly pinched her. 'Why not getting some, in the end?' He then allowed one last kiss between her shoulder blades before resuming his task. He progressed some inches more. Then he blinked repeatedly at the daring strip of lingerie revealed to his sight. 'This was definitely Minako's doing...'

He went still, hot and cold waves alternatively rising.

"Mamo-chan, we're taking roots here. Mamo-chan?"

She leaned against him, a bit tired. But, he noticed, not so tired not to lean purposedly on all the right places of him. Mmmh, maybe he wouldn't have Mina's head on a platter for all her flirtation tips bestowed on his fianceè after all...

He renewed his Kissing Pilgrimage until she went limp. He cautiosly pulled and pushed some more times, his lips never leaving her skin, and...

"YESSSS!"

She joined his cry of triumph as both found their release.

Then the curtain opened.

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AN: wheeee! Another cliffie! I'm a bad, bad fangirl.

(1) As they say, 'be careful about what you ask for...'

(2) Bingo! '…you could get it'.