damonika2009: I had a LOT of fun with that fight scene. :D I wanted to give Usagi this edge that he wouldn't see coming and all he would be able to really try was some sexual maneuvers that obvious proved to be futile but of course 'Shaydoe' had the foreshadowing brilliance to bring Chibi Usa into it. Her shadow boxing had me roaring in laugher. But that scene was a personal favorite of mine. I originally had his memory issue wiped away using the Luna mind melt but 'Shaydoe' suggested differently as it might not fit cannon very well so it was changed.
NeoPrincessRini: breath! Lol
kera69love: it wasn't more or less the easy way out, it was drastic measures that they took to solve the issue. He wasn't going to stop and Usagi finally had to admit that some people just can't be talked to. Akito was my way of showing the viewers that evil is not just in powerful evil people but in human people to. Akito was that human that was just evil all around but now he's not. You'll see a bit of Usagi's father VERY soon.
Guest(1): I'm sorry to laugh at this but I was trying to give an insight to the battle that went on WITHIN Pharaoh 90 as we didn't get to see that in the anime. Only Saturn and Super Moon get to be inside and as the viewer I wanted everyone else to see what they went through, what they felt. It wasn't in anyway meant to be slow, more or less put everyone in Super Moon's place as she was in this heated hell and in need of ending it before it to her and Saturn from everything. I hope that explained that. But thanks for the good votes on the other ones!
AimlesslyGera: Akito I just couldn't see as a fighting type. He's devious, cunning, and a poker player type even but he's NOT a fighter. No he'd rather hire guys to do it for him. its why he tried to initially hide from Mamoru. So when Mamoru fought him it was more of a fight of wills for Akito as he otherwise sucks at hand to hand than anything else. And either way he lost as his tactics of lying still failed him. I really did at one point wanted to have Mamoru beat the living tar out of him but thought better of it as I think if Mamoru lost control on someone that he truly hated beyond reason he might just beat them to death without someone there to reign him in.
Mavebelikova: yes in a sense Usagi will be returning home but not for the reasons you probably think.
trish1573: go on any enjoy your vegas trip!
Spike: I must admit there were many truths to your assessment. It was and in a sense to me during multiple points was my originality but there was also many original episodes that I had wanted to change over as I wasn't a fan of the originals. So I made those my own. The rest I used the original as a take off point and perhaps the way it came off to some readers was as if I had just not made it my own throughout the whole thing. I did really like the anime and manga version of the 'S' season. I just had other focal points that I wanted to address. The family drama became something for me that I felt needed to be there as slowly the anime kind of shifted out of view towards the end. The struggles are just with the enemies but with home life as well and Usagi had to deal with that. So the drama was necessary for her to grow as a character and as a believable person…to an extent. For Diamond to get the 'sailor' powers, he was the only person I felt was fix enough to be able to take them on. He's originally this bad guy whom overcame his own dark demons and could handle having dark power again without letting it overwhelm or control his person. He's not a 'senshi' per say but he's a powerful man again. just not evil. And I understand that your comments were never flames, believe me I've had them, I respect your opinion as a reader and appreciate the criticism. I hope you do give one last review for the remainder of this 'S' season and tune in for the next one. it will be quite different than the anime that's for sure.
CynDLou12: lol the Chiba clan! Yes Akito got his comeuppance…finally. At one point I was thinking to have him go through with the blackmail but thought better of it. That might have taken away from the 'senshi' business TO much.
lunaluna2709: Akito's payback, wasn't going to simply be a swat on the hand. Usagi tried to talk to him but he wasn't ever going to listen to her. So making it 'senshi' related was a literal last resort. Mamoru is welcomed by 2/3rd's of the family, so it'll be trying for Usagi to see her family all together but otherwise she'll do what she has to. and yes we are writing a sequel!
LoveInTheBattleField: will do.
11 reviews…ok, lets see what this one inspires from you. I know I said only one more to go but the last one was so long after writing it that we had to split it into 2 parts. So I hope that's okay with everyone. Also 'Shaydoe' and I are planning on writing the 'Supers' which will take a different look to it compared to this last season. When you start to read I hope – WE hope you like the direction we took with it. also as a warning not that you all mind but there a LOT of SMUT in this one. lol be warned for some cold showers later on! Lol also to those that celebrate it 'Happy Mothers Day'.
Sailor Moon S 'Rise of Messiah' ch/ep.49 part 1
(I got back to Mamo - chan's place in the late afternoon, having left Chibi Usa back at Rei's. We had kept our confrontation with Akito a secret, not wanting to rile the girls. After tea, the girls had planned a sleep over for tonight at the temple. They accepted begrudgingly that I couldn't stay. After enduring a mild hazing over how Mamoru and I had become inseparable along with a debate of various conjunctions of our names to start calling us, that turned into some rather groan worthy mutations.
It was all in good fun, so I had smiled and threw back a few digs of my own. Then I had made my escape, now finding him preparing pancakes in the kitchen, it was my favorite snack and the sweet bakery scent was making my mouth water. "Smells yummy." I shucked off my boots and put on my house slippers, heading to the kitchen. Inhaling the delicious smell of fried cakes, wafting in the apartment. The island was covered in a fine coating of flour, with a bottle of honey, maple syrup and a tray of butter set out, along with two plates and cutlery.
Mamoru was busy at the stove pouring batter into a pan, the sizzle of the sweet dough making me very hungry as I drew near, to admire him cooking. I didn't catch Mamo - chan's hard look once I got close. He took my hands and pulled as he saw the dark bruises around my wrists, left behind by Akito's forceful mauling. I was unprepared to shield my thoughts and the recollection of the first few seconds of his assault flew uncensored threw our link.
His eyes darkening, he quickly turned off the stove and pulled the frying pan off the burner not saying a word. Heading for the front door, his eyes were dark and brooding. I had to stop him so I blurted out, "Don't! Luna-P fixed him! Please let it go!"
He looked back to me, curiously. "Chibi Usa, unfortunately got caught up in our disagreement." I explained, simply. Softening the true all out brawl it had become. "She used Luna-P to alter his memories, he won't bother us ever again." I confided. He still looked to be furious, his eyes blazing, fists clenched tight to his sides. He came back to me slowly, as if reluctant to just let Akito off so leniently. He wanted retribution, in the worst way.
No one touched his girl like that!
He took both wrists, his stormy blue eyes searching mine. Full of concern and loathing that he hadn't been there to protect me. That his little daughter had to endure that kind of harsh confrontation. Her training as a Senshi would be fraught with dangerous situations, moral dilemmas and hard choices. He wished to protect her and hide her away from the dark reality of the world. But he understood that she had a duty to the future and needed to understand that darkness could lay in the hearts of all men…both human and none human.
He let it go, for now.
"Don't worry I got a few licks in myself." I confided, with a reassuring grin. He then surveyed the scratches and bruises up and down my arms, inspecting the defensive and offensive wounds I had sustained from punching Akito. "Good. I taught you well." He stated proudly, I arched a brow, "You did teach me a few tricks but most of it I learned from Makoto - chan." I reasoned, not wanting to stroke his ego to much. Giving him a petulant look, that had him raising a conceited eyebrow.
"Really now...I get no credit?" He smirked.
I pinched my fingers in a miniscule gesture. "Perhaps a little, credit." I giggled.)
He thinned his lips into a hard line, fighting with himself not to retort again.
Then he nodded crisply, resigning to Makoto's superior hand to hand style. He had to be honest, Usagi spent more time training with the girls then him. "So he hunted you down, after I confronted him." he went back to the frying pan, with a guilty conscience. Regretting not beating that scum bag into the ground.
("I gu – wait! What? What did you say to him?" I asked, that nervous dread swelling in my stomach again.
"Hai, just told him the truth, exchanged a few other things, mainly a few punches..." He answered, avoiding my incredulous look. I rolled my eyes, it went as well as I had thought. "Is it bad that I like that? You protecting me in such a primal manner?" I smiled, approaching him and leaning my head against his shoulder. He laughed in acknowledgement. Placing a sweet kiss between my eyes.
"Thing is I know it takes a lot to rile you up what did he say to get you to lose your cool?" I asked, concerned. Mamo - chan was normally really good with controlling his temper. Akito must have said some pretty bad things for Mamo – chan to get such a retaliation out of the now memory less Akito.
Mamo - chan's voice got real low, "Let's just say his lies did nothing to come between us." I nodded before trying to lighten it up, "Let me connect the dots, he said something derogatory or even made a comment about me personally to make you lose your cool. "Not exactly. He spoke of you as if you had been HIS lover." I blanched, "Okay yeah total lies. Ass hat." I passed him two plates from the cupboard, as he stacked up the pancakes.
"Don't worry about him anymore. He's dealt with and you and I can finally have some peace and quiet." I tell him, grabbing a fork and sneaking a bite of a pancake from the huge stack cooling on the back counter. Savoring the fluffy, sweet taste I hum in delight.
"I think...I think you should go back to your parents place and get the rest of your things." he spoke facing away from me, nervously readjusting the spices lined up on the top of the stove. I looked to him in wonder, "I want you to be permanently moved in here and I know a great deal of your things are still there." he now looked fully to me. His deep blue eyes were serious, dark and possessive.
I knew what this meant, my heart was racing and my breath was struggling.
The nerves in my tummy were doing somersaults. Was I really ready to take that last step? To him our living together was finalized, not just another week, not just 'let's see how well your parents take things' it was permanent as he stated, "I don't think my parents would let me. I have a room full of stuff that can't be taken all at once." I tell him truthfully. "Besides I do need to talk to my father about my living situation as I know he and the rest of my family miss me as much as I do them." I tell him honestly.
I sounded like I was stalling and I knew it. I couldn't help but feel guilty over it. After all they were weak excuses. I knew that and I know he did to. My reservations about living with him had tempered over the last few weeks, but they were still there. Taunting me that one day he would tire of me, that I was hampering him in so many small ways. I didn't want him to not be able to achieve his dreams or goals.
I so did not want to ruin our newly formed relationship. Living full time with him might put undo stress upon it. We seemed to solid right now, but like an egg if pressure was steadily increased at it's most fragile point it would crack then shatter into a millions pieces. I couldn't handle another breakup!
He nods, "Don't worry forget I said anything." he turns away from me, concealing the hurt and rejection he feels, by acting busy. Flipping the last pancake, he plates it and turns of the stove before resolutely walking out of the kitchen.
I had hurt him, by not being over joyed at the prospect. We had seemed to have done a whole role reversal in the last few months. I was becoming more rational, more cautious in concerns to our relationship. He was becoming more rash and dwelling upon his fantasies of perfect life with me then looking at the bigger picture. If Luna or the girls were here they'd tell us we've been spending to much time together for that happen.
"Mamo - chan please understand I want to be here, I love you so much, you are my family to. Hell you're my husband to be someday but I miss my parents and my little brother. I'm not going to choose or abandon one set for another. I love you all to much to do such a thing." I tell him, pleading with him to understand as I follow him into the living room.
"I must confess..." he began, "I fear that if you go back even for a night I won't see you again. That your father will lock you in your room and nail the window shut till he feels he can let you go and become a woman." He voice was soft, and sounded so defeated. I felt so bad, my chest was heavy with regret.
"Mamo - chan..." I walk up to him, "I will never be away from you like that." I go to touch him, just a comforting hug from behind which he accepts.
Things have been so crazy between us for the last few months, with all the meddling and the battles. Its all over now and a languid sort of relief has washed over me.
"Please turn around," I ask quietly. He spun in my arm slowly, leaning against the counter to the island in a casual non-committed sort of way. Taking slow breaths, as he sets his plate down on the counter. Not meeting my eyes, he stared out of the glass balcony window. His eyes are distant, his expression crestfallen. Sinking into a melancholy introspection that worry's me down to my heart.
"This past year has been so hard on me." He starts, I smirk sending him a conciliatory feeling through our link.
"Dido for me too, mister." I comment dryly, curling my arms around my stomach. The backlash of all that has happened to us is finally coming to the forefront. This heart to heart was long overdue. I can feel my stomach twist as we share our turbulent emotions. Doubt, worry and dread towards the future ebb and flow between us like the tide.
"I have nearly lost you so many times over this past year, it's really started to scare me." He runs his finger's through his hair in exasperation. Still not meeting my eyes. Staring forlorn out the window at the darkening sky. The light of Tokyo are coming alive to greet the night, glowing like neon stars in the backdrop beyond his cement balcony. His bleak emotions of being trapped, while I fought Pharaoh 90. The pain of nearly losing his family yet again drowning him.
"I can't help being so possessive, it's like if I don't hold on tight, you're just going to fade away from me." He sighs, arching his back against the island and releasing a frustrated cry as his fingers curled around the countertop, griping tight. His knuckles were turning white with the strain of it.
"You're on this journey towards some ultimate destiny that I seem unable to follow." He sighs. He was feeling inadequate in so many ways, I was growing more powerful and he felt like he was being left behind.
"Mamo..." I start, reaching for him. But he moves out of my reach and starts to pace before the window. Then those sad emotions twist into jealously and burning hatred.
"This needing to own you...mark you. I feel I have to prove to the whole world now that you are mine!...it's all Diamond's fault!" He starts, pointing an accusing finger at me. I smile fondly, here we go...
"He played me! Took you away from me! I wasn't able to protect you, save you..." He growls, "You had to endure his unwanted advances for weeks all alone."
"I remained loyal." I reminded him.
He nods imperceptibly. His eyes searching the wood flooring organizing his confession.
"I have been a failure as your protector, as a man." He moans.
"NO!" I wail, dashing up to him wanting to embrace him tight and make all his doubts fade away. He pushes me away gently, avoiding the hurt in my gaze.
He pushes me away gently, avoiding the hurt in my gaze.
"You are my rock, my foundation of support that I draw strength from. In all the ways I've needed you most. You were always there!" I assure him.
"Then there was Haruka...Owen, Akito..." He snarls. "God the jealously and doubts were eating me alive!"
"You don't trust me..." My eyes narrow imperceptibly. The sudden rush of anger at his accusation startles me.
"You are so compassionate, so understanding of other's. You love so deeply, so completely that I think the will of other's overwhelms you. So sometimes...yeah, I don't trust you. You would never cheat on me at least not consciously. But you can be so naive, so sweet and caring that other's sway your heart so easily." He stated.
I couldn't refute that, both Diamond and Haruka had easily over powered my resolve countless times. They were both very strong willed, charming and subtly seductive. I had been like a moth to a flame with both of them.
"Gomen..." Was all I could say, hoping someday I could earn his full trust with me. But I could not deny that I was a bit of a sentimental, caring young fool. Diamond took advantage of it several times before he finally gave up…to an extent.
"I want you here! I never want you out of my sight!" he shouts, "God knows what will happen to you." he is referring to my last battle again, and a lump forms in my throat. He looks so lost, so stricken with conflict. He doesn't want to damage my relationship with my family, yet he is unwilling to let me go home. "I cannot stand the silence of this place when you're gone. I am so tired of being alone..." It hurts, my chest is so heavy, seeing him look so very sad. He bows his head and I can see tear's welling up in his soulful blue eyes.
"I am right here...I'm not going anywhere." I breath, mesmerized by his sudden vulnerabilities. As he faces his inner demon's seeking to vanquish each one as they rose inside of him. Fighting to find the balance between his festering doubts in himself, and the drowning worry that plagued him over our future.
"But what about tomorrow...what about the next big bad we face?" He huffed, scraping his hands through his hair again. Leaving his thick dark hair looking wild and untamed. The strong muscles of his arms and chest beneath his black button down coiling and stretching as he paced. He looked so brooding, so virile it took my breath away.
"Will you survive...miraculously? Will the girls, or myself live through the next crisis. Or will someone die next time?" He stops to stare at me, his eyes imploring me for some kind of hope. Will you come close to being sacrificed again?! The only reason why we survived Queen Beryl was due to the wish you made at death on your silver crystal." He stops to stare at me, his eyes imploring me for some kind of hope. "Those types of terrible thoughts are what keeps me up at night, Usako."
"I don't know what the future holds for us, Mamoru...but we have right now." I breathe, my intense gaze locked with his.
"I love you...so much. It hurts when I have to be apart from you." His voice is thick, deep and full of emotion.
"I know..." I whisper, as I am finally able to touch him again. He stands completely still, as I run my hands up his chest and rise up on my tip toes to press a passionate kiss upon his lips. I need him to understand how much he means to me, that I am not planning on going anywhere if I can help it. That I am his and he is mine and whatever the future will thrust at us. We will face it together no matter what.
He is trembling now, his hands cupping my cheeks as he deepens the kiss.
"Stay with me..." he moans, before drawing my lower lip into his mouth and sucking softly.
"Always..." I moan back, the muscles deep inside of me clenching with that delicious arousal only he can bring to life.
His hands trail downward, his finger's spread along my collarbone, brushing his thumbs back and forth across the crests of my breasts. My breath hitches and quickens. He pulls away his eyes dancing, as I match his passion with my own. Nuzzling into the nape of his neck, I mouth him pushing this sensual moment forward.
"Please understand...Mamo-chan..." I gasp between kisses, as he spins me into the window. Pressing my lithe body up against the cold glass.
He looks down at me, his eyes glazed by lust. "How thoroughly you own me.…how I thoroughly own you…body…heart…soul." I murmur, my finger's splayed over the tight muscles incasing his chest.
His breath becomes shallow, as he finds all the answers to his doubts within my eyes. I am his, now and forever. I will never sway, nor ever in any lifetime never allow another man to touch me in the ways that he has.
Then he kisses me, hard and insistent. Seeking to devour me with his lips. I fall into his passion willingly, twisting and arching in his arms.
"Did you know I started falling for you, the very moment that test paper hit me in the head?" He confesses to me.
I giggle, never knowing how quickly I had captured his eyes before.
"I doubt that..." I sigh and roll my eyes as he softly mouths my neck. Leaving a wet trail of kisses towards my ear.
"Ok, at first I thought you were just a silly, school girl with an obsession for sweets, a smart mouth and no co-ordination at all." He stated.
"I believe at the time you called me a screeching harpy, or my personal favourite. That I had the grace of a drunken albatross." I reminded him playfully.
I enjoyed how he cringed and his eyes became apologetic. "I was such an ass back then."
"But it was fun...driving you crazy in all those small ways. Being with you is always such a joy for me. The ways we used to argue, how you got under my skin, infuriated me and drove me crazy. How I made you laugh...the stupid things I used to shout at you when I was fed up. " I cup his cheeks, sending him my depthless love. "I cherish it all."
"We don't know what the future will bring and worrying about tomorrow does us no good. Let's just enjoy the now..." I state, watching as his eyes darken. He grabs me and hauls me up the window, my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I can feel the steel hard length of his erection pressing up against me. It sends shivers of anticipation throughout my small body. Need and desire exploding deep inside of me.
"Then let's make tonight something to remember." He states, slipping his hand under my sweater and pulling it off in one motion. Leaving me now in only my untucked blouse. Then his hand is beneath the flimsy cotton material, warm and a little rough upon my stomach.
I find him grinning down at me, like the chestier cat. I feel flushed and hot all over by his forceful advances. With his hands upon my bum, his lips claim my throat, briefly. Then he claims my lips, his kisses are ravenous, his tongue exploring the heat of my mouth persistently. Kissing me again and again, driving my desire to new heights.
I began to unbutton his shirt between kisses, my fingers were shaking as I exposed his taunt, and flawless chest. Swinging me away from the window he lays me down on the island, swiping everything away with an errant arm. The plates and butter tray shatter upon floor, as the honey and syrup follow suit, bouncing over the hardwood to hide away beneath the back cupboards. A cloud of flour billows up from the table, coating both of us in a fine white powder.
I grin up at him, his groin still snug between my legs. His exuberance making me laugh, as I cast the broken bowls and discarded pancakes a mournful glance.
He laughs also. "I can make more, later." he advises.
I merely nod, falling back into the current of passion between us. I reach down for him, my finger's gliding over his hard member still trapped in his jeans. He groans huskily under my caress, it is my favorite sound now. All low and dominate. Hearing the pleasure that only I can give him.
"Damn...Usa...you know how to touch me now." he confesses, through clenched teeth. Then his leans over me, applying just a bit of his weight upon me. I moan in acceptance, as his nuzzles my neck leaving hot trails of kisses upon the tender skin there. Then his tongue darts out, sweeping across my collarbone. My breath hitched and I found myself arching against him uncontrollably as his expert hand, deftly unbuttoned my blouse while he kissed me senseless.
Then my sweater goes sailing over his shoulder, landing somewhere in the living room. Within a few more seconds my skirt was been divested from my hips, now crumpled upon the floor at his feet as the tights I wore posed futile resistant to his insistent fingers. Leaving me on display in only my lace panties and bra, splayed out upon the island like a feast. Ready to be devoured by my prince who was staring down at me with the most sensuous eyes. A fire of need burning in their depths, searing me and holding me captive.)
He wanted me! God did he want me!
(I was so enthralled by the intensity of his gaze all I could do was lay there, heaving for breath. Unable to fill my lungs properly.
"God you're beautiful...and all mine." He breathed deeply, in awe. I felt myself blush, the over sensitive skin heating up under his penetrating gaze. He was leaning over me once again, his hand creeping behind my back and unfastening my bra with ease. As my breasts were released from the adorning cloth, his intentions were clear, he was going to have his way with me right here in the kitchen.
As he dove down to envelop a nipple in his mouth, I was pushed roughly back upon the cold marble of the countertop. His lips were dragging tightly over my firming nipple, pulling at it with deliberate purpose. Stroking it upward as he sucked at it relentlessly. Attacking my breasts with a zeal that both alarmed and invigorated me.
Then he caught sight of something interesting at the corner of the island, with a smirk he dipped his finger into a puddle of honey. I craned my head trying to figure out what he was doing, when I felt him trace the sticky substance from one breast to the other. Circling each nipple thoughtfully in his quest.
I gasped in sudden violent arousal as he tasted me once again. Then tasted the other nipple just as eagerly. Grazing his teeth over the highly aroused flesh.
I hissed and moaned at the sweet torture.
"Mmmm, tasty." He grins happily.
"Ahhh, glad you approve." I breathed, a bit overwhelmed by the sharp sensations his avid suckling had swept through me.
Then he got a wicked look in his eyes and dashed off, I tried to follow him with my gaze, but he returned to quickly for my eyes to follow.
Holding the bottle of honey with a n impish gleam in his eyes. The bottle was in the shape of cute little bear, with a plastic coy smile. The two of them seemed to be cohorts in this kinky plan and I shuddered at my dilemma. Before I could protest or even settle my breathing, he was drizzling the honey all over my naked body, swirling the sticky, sweet goodness all over my panties. Making me squeal, as the cold syrup soon soaked through.
"Well, would you look at that?" He took a step back admiring his handiwork with a disapproving eye. "I guess those panties are ruined and need to come off." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes, lifting up a guarding foot. Keeping him at bay, as he sought to pull off my underwear. I was almost naked and he had yet to remove any piece of clothing at all. I felt this seduction was a bit one sided and in need of balancing.
"You first." I instructed.
He chuckled and shrugged, with his face flushed from our foreplay he looked insanely cute. Then quickly divested himself of all his clothing, standing naked before me with an 'are you satisfied?' smirk on his face. He looked handsome, assured and perfect. All trace of his earlier sadness and worry wiped away by our love play.
"I love you, Mamoru." I stated, admiring him with lustful eyes, as I hungrily roved over his athletic body. Memorizing every hill, every delicious valley of him. He truly was a gorgeous man, and he was mine.
"I love you too, Sweet Usagi. Now it's your turn. Lose the panties, I want to lick you all over." He advised.
"Come and get it!" I laughed, sitting up and sliding my underwear down my honey drenched legs. Struggling to get the damp cloth off my left ankle I kicked my leg violently. The underwear went flying and hit Mamoru right in the chest with a wet thwack. The honey now smeared across his chest, glistening in the orange demi light of evening.
"We are so going to be needing a bath after all this." he chuckled, lunging for me and wrapping me up in his arms.
I laugh along with him as he picks my up, hauling me off to the bedroom. I clutched at his neck, my legs locking behind his butt, as he trots down the hall. This was all I needed to be completely happy, these fleeting moments of pure delight. Playing with Mamo - chan, enjoying his arms around me the feel of his muscles as he moved. It was enough for me, if I was to die tomorrow I would be content with that fate. Knowing that I was loved, that I had been allowed to love this man for the time I had.
He dropped me upon our bed, I bounced slightly off to the side of the mattress. Then lazed backward, stretching my arms over my head a huge smile gracing my lips. My eyes sparkling with mirth as he walked his finger's in a very smug swagger up my left leg, across my knee and over my thigh. Finally reaching the cusp of my womanhood, I giggle and let my legs fall open. Inviting his mischief eagerly.
He licks his lips and sinks to his knee between my legs.
"Oh...kami..." I moan, as he touches and tastes me there. It felt amazing, I was so relaxed, my body already humming in bliss from our fooling around out in the kitchen. He was lapping at my folds, his tongue swirling upon the hill of my sex. Nipping at the tiny bundle hidden just below that hill. Then twisting and turning his finger's deep inside of me, his lips pressed firmly on that overly sensitive bundle at the crest of my sex.
Then he found that spot, deep, deep inside of me that made my back arch and my moans grow deep and pleading. He hummed against me, making me cry out and arch off the bed again. His lips and tongue finding my core once more, his movements more persistent, more forceful and demanding. I fisted the sheets, as my entire body went rigid, my eyes blank with white from the orgasm. Every muscle tensing as the brilliant, sparks of orgasm rippled through me. Then with a sigh I fell boneless back upon the bed.
Mamoru gave me no time to relax, his lips back upon my breasts. Circling my nipples, suckling and nipping each one. Cleaning off all the honey he could find. Kissing and caressing every square inch of me with his mouth as he lapped up every last drop of honey. I writhed and moaned under him, as he feasted. My body felt over stimulated and tingly, hot and alive under his lashing tongue, his nipping teeth and sweet, sweet mouth.
I closed my eyes and basked in his love, panting and calling his name. Twisting the sheets with my hands, as truly amazing things began to happen. I could feel that euphoric tension begin to build inside of me again. He raised my hips off the bed, pressing himself inside slowly. Pushing deeper, all the way to hilt. Twisting and stirring my insides as he began to thrust slowly. His lips and tongue encircled my nipple, sucking and licking. My insides clenching and pulsing, as my body once more became perfectly in tune with his.
Our link flared like a beacon between us and once again we were perfectly joined. I could feel his exhilaration at making love to me, his wonder and awe as he watched me move seductively beneath him. Just as I knew he could feel what he was doing to me, the thrill I enjoyed of being dominated by him. Sensing my body's overwhelming bliss as he took me to new heights. The sensation of pounding into me, mixed with the blinding euphoria of being taken. It was intense and wild, our lovemaking had gotten out of control and soon overwhelmed us both.
Oh...Kami...oh...Kami...Don't stop...don't...stop..." I panted, groaning loudly as he slammed into me yet again. Holding my hips up at a perfect angle to receive him, again and again and again even as I knew he was leaving finger shaped bruises upon my hips. I didn't care.
I was getting close and I could feel he was too. Then the screaming began, I didn't know if it was just me or if he was crying out as well. But my body completely unraveled into thousands of ever growing explosions of pure ecstasy.
As I came down from my orgasmic high, slowly opening my eyes. I found Mamoru staring down at me bewildered and amused. He had pulled out of me, just as I came. Glancing down I found him still hard, and ready for more.
I paid him a questioning look, wondering why he had delayed his own release. "I want to give you more." He stated.
I nodded sheepishly, as he spun me around. Before I could fathom his intentions he forced me on all fours, as he re-entered me from behind. I had no chance to say anything, as he began a steady rhythm yet again. Hold me in place as he rams into me, pressing my face into the sheets, biting down hard on the cotton to contain another scream. It was fast and intense and the feelings invoked deep within me were exquisite. Bursts of incredible pleasure, the pressure building at every strike of him against my ass.
My inside felt ravaged but pleased. I was surprised when I felt his hand slap my bum. Once then twice before I felt that clenching from deep inside beginning again. My body explodes into the most glorious orgasm to date as Mamo - chan cries out as well.)
For Mamoru he had been aiming to try something new with her, something he had wanted to do for a while but wasn't sure how she'd react to it. But now the need had been to great and he was very pleased with her response. Seeing her back arched so cat like with grace as he rammed his ever increasing hard length into her, eliciting pleasure filled groans and screams made him that much harder, stretching her wider around him.
Then he gave her bum two good slaps making her clench tighter around him. He had trouble holding himself back from orgasming before her. The love making was as old as time itself and the position primal as if they were two life mated animals in the wild jungle. If he were to be completely honest the position was hot as hell and he hoped she'd want to do so again...in the VERY near future.
("Oh...Usagi!" His hands holding my hips still as he releases himself. Then he collapses, panting hard beside me on the bed. He pulls me over and buries his face in my now freshly fucked hair. Holding me close as he quiets his breathing.
We lie their together, seeking to calm our hearts and our breath. He gently strokes my hair, the two buns now pulled free. Two long flowing pony tails of spun gold now curling around my naked breasts and down my flanks. I am a sexy, sweating mess but that was one of the most exhilarating bout of sex we have ever had!
"That was incredible." He heaves already wanting to go for another round.
"Amazing." I agree, then bounce up on an elbow staring down at him with glee.
"Let's do it again!" I exclaim like an eager child, quickly straddling his torso. I was instantly rewarded by the firm pressure of his erection against my butt.
I giggle, rubbing myself up and down his length in long leisurely strokes.
He moans and closes his eyes, accepting the role reversal. I enjoy the sight of him twisting the blankets in his hands, the anticipation of our joining driving him crazy. With a sigh, I guide his hands up to my hips.
"It's payback time, Mamo-chan. I want you to hold me tight...right here." I suggest playfully, receiving a low moan from him. Arching my hips and raising myself up just a little bit to adjust his tip towards my entrance. I sank down upon him in one slow, solid motion. We both sigh together as we join. The feeling of him inside of me, stretching, filling me up. It's truly unreal, how much I enjoy feeling him inside of me.
I flexed my hips, adjusting and experimenting with my position. I was encouraging him like a sly lover, rocking back and forth, stirring him leisurely inside of me. My heart was speeding up and I could feel that quickening, beginning to mount deep within my belly. I would not be a slave to my arousal, I would hold off as he did. Delay my satisfaction for just a little bit longer, I wanted to play with him first.
I began to move upon his length, slowly, steadily at first. Drawing him out an inch at a time then easing myself back down just as agonizingly slowly. Preparing my body for the assault I knew would come when he got worked up. My teasing was received by a low moan and a grimace, as he fought to retain his composure. I knew I was driving his lust, this game of seduction was enjoyable, filling me with confidence as a sexual creature.
I leaned forward and began to mouth softly at his neck, it was a tactical error on my part. Being as short as I was I could no longer move myself upon him, now off balanced and stretched out over his chest. His arms snaked around my shoulder's and held me tight.
I squeaked in alarm as he trapped me, catching sight of his smug grin as he reclaimed control over the love making. My arms were now pinned against his chest, my breasts pressed tight against his upper abs. I was wide eyed and panting with need and passion, knowing what was to come next. Craning my head back, I met his smoldering eyes. Filled with need, blazing with lust and passion.
He thrust himself inside, hard and fast! I arched and cried out at the assault. The force of his thrusts continued unrelenting, pushing me up his chest. In and out, and in again a steady rapid pace that left me winded and delirious with pleasure. Every penetration rewarding me with blinding flashes of sensual delight, as he pushed ever deeper inside of me.
"Usagi..." he breathed against the top of my head.
The heat of his breath sending shivers along my bare back, my over sensitive skin alive and tingling as he continued to ram into me. I was being overwhelmed by his desire.
I could only pant and endure this...pleasurable punishment for teasing him.
Then once again as my climax began to mount, I felt all of him all at once. His delight at taking me, his need to satisfy us both. Ultimately it was his love to never, ever let go of me that washed through our link.
When our link sync's up during love making, we almost become one person. The feelings passing between us are so pure, so seamless and intense I couldn't help but be lost to them. As the whole world fell away leaving only us two and our private bubble of passion. Surrounding and consuming, melting our souls and blending into one being.
Then my climax over took me, I arched and screamed in his arms. Unable to contain the pure pleasure coursing through every cell in my body. I shook and shivered in his arms, sucking in cold air trying desperately not to become completely unglued. I was a drift in a sea of bliss, every part of me felt sated and relaxed. He thrust himself deep a couple more times as I was coming down from my orgasm, finishing himself inside of me with a satisfied moan.
His release was only a few seconds behind mine, completing together as always. I lay limp and draped over his chest like a human blanket. My eyelids dropping, unable to really articulate any real words. I hummed in satisfaction, giving him a goofy, happy smile.
He petted my hair, now completely pulled free of all the pins. Which were no doubt scatter all over his apartment and a good handful littered in the sheets.
I slowly opened my eyes, finding him smiling down at me with a languid sort of happiness. He looked just as tired, from the strenuous effort of our little love making. But his eyes were so vibrant and bright, knowing that I was his in every way. That I would never stray, or abandon him in any way.
"I love you...Chiba, Mamoru...now and forever...you're stuck with me." I mutter, falling into a barely lucid stupor of euphoria.
"Are you sore?" he asked quietly, a few minutes later. Knowing he had been a little rough at one point with me. I wouldn't change it though.
"I don't think sooo." I slurred back. Then he shifted beneath me, rolling me off his chest. Easing himself off the bed, he paid me one last lingering smile of amazement before leaving the bedroom. I was just falling asleep when he returned, curling me into his arms and carried me away from the cozy bed.
"Where are we going?" I asked sleepily, resting my cheek against his chest. As he carried me like a child towards the bathroom.
"We both need a bath...we are far to sticky and sweaty to sleep in that bed." He chuckles. "I am going to clean you up, then change the bedding before we both rest for the night." He declares, an air of authority in his tone.
"Okay..." I agree, a drunken smile on my face. I am beyond pleased at this point, I can barely form coherent thoughts let alone proper speech.
He leaned down and kissed me softly, I hummed back with happiness. Humming didn't take much effort, but it got my point across. I was sated, he wasn't going to get much more out of me until I rested a bit. He laughed softly, as we entered the bright atmosphere of the the bathroom and he deposited me into the sharp heat of the water. I hissed as the hot water touched my over stimulated sex, the over sensitive skin of my body stinging mercilessly.
"Hot..." I hiss in pain, before the steam and heated water begin to soothe me.
He slipped in behind me, drawing me to him. I settle myself perfectly against him, cocooned between his legs. I curl up like a contented cat against his chest, breathing deeply. Taking in that intoxicating scent that was Mamo-chan, rich and masculine. The spice of coffee, mixed with that subtle scent of roses. It was a heady smell that calms me like nothing else can. I sigh deeply, nestled in his arms as we relax silently in the bath.
All was good...
When I felt a little more awake, I slowly sat up. The room spun just a little, as my equilibrium adjusted itself. Mamoru kept one arm around my waist, helping to steady me. I glanced around the water finding it full of vanilla scented bubbles, with a giggle of appreciation. I leaned back against him and slipped beneath the surface. With my arms over my head, snaking up his chest as I submerged myself into the land of fragrant foam. I was barely under the water for a minute before I felt him tugging upon my wrists, hauling me back out of the water.
I emerged, giggling and quickly swiping the errant bubbles and water off my face.
"All clean!" I declared with glee.
He pursed his lips, but laughed off my childish laziness. He knew I was eager to get back to bed, not wanting to lazy around in the tub forever.
"Hardly." he advised, grabbing a sponge and soaking it. Beginning to scrub my arms, starting at my shoulder's and working downward.
I sigh. "This is nice," I moan, knowing I have a silly grin plastered on my face as he proceeds to wash my sticky breasts and belly. I am at his mercy, luxuriating in his loving attentions.
"Yes, this is my perfect heaven." He confesses, I open my eyes.
Finding him staring at me, a nameless yearning in his eyes once more. Then the sponge was discarded and I was once more in his arms. He held me sweetly, the desperation and desire tempered by a certainty that I wasn't going to leave him. I never understood how lonely he was, how scared he was for me when I went into battle.
He always put on a good front. Always in control, self-assured and confident when I saw him around Azabu. Strong and encouraging when we were in battle. Now that he had let me in, pulled aside the cold, unaffected mask he showed everyone else. I was in awe of how deeply he loved me, how much I affected him on such a spiritual level. How utter devastated he would be if he ever lost me.
"I promise...to be with you forever." I mutter into his chest.
"I can't be without you again..." he responded, his voice sounding small and haunted. I hold him tighter in response.
Slowly we drew away from each other, he grabbed the sponge and continued to wash me. The simple act of cleaning soon evolving into another sensual experience that had me panting and wanting more. I was in his lap, as he had just finished dragging the sponge down my arching back. His lips tickled against my shoulder blades, as he drew my long blonde hair away. Flipping it over a shoulder. The water from the sponge sprinkled down my skin and across my hip, sending the most delightful shivers up on spine.
Oh, god this was erotic and again I found myself succumbing to our insatiable needs. Rocking myself against his groin, the sponge now forgotten as my legs spread over his thighs and found myself on my knees. Hovering over him, casting a sly look behind me. Finding him gazing up at me with hooded eyes, licking his bottom lip anticipating that I was about to spear myself upon him once again.
But again his impatience won out and he flexed against me, thrusting himself deep inside. I gasped and sat back against him, my breath taken as he proceeded to pound into me. His movements were slow and purposeful, wanting to reach the very depths of my core. I was left riding him, gripping the sides of the tub to anchor myself. As he held my breasts, massaging then rolling the nipples taunt between his finger's.
I threw my head back, then turned to watch him. The sight of Mamoru, all wet and glistening from the water. His brow furrowed in concentration, mouth partly open as he invaded me again and again and again.
I was a sexy, hedonistic sight that I found myself marveling at. Then I was losing my focus, my awareness drawing inward to that heated pleasure that rose in my belly.
Rippling and cresting over my conscious mind, spiraling me to the heights of bliss, promptly and without pretext. I was consumed by another climax, that was far greater then the ones he had given me before. Then several smaller sparks of pleasure followed after, a parade of orgasms upon every thrust that left me scrambled and silly. Craving more, I pushed back against him increasing his steady rhythm to a wild frenzy of need.
He groaned in surprise, grasping my hips to help guide me. Not wanting either of us to get hurt in this sudden assault of mine. I never slowed, never softened my backward lunges. Impaling myself over and over again, needing to sate that hunger driving me. I looked back again, lust clouding my eyes as I rode him hard. Then the ultimate climax exploded through me, I cried out his name.
An incoherent plea to the heavens as he held me firmly against his groin, flexing himself as he released again. His hips twisting and grinding into me before grunting and sighing he sagged against the back of the tub, never letting go of my hips.
"I think we're clean enough..." he breathed, he was spent. Exhausted and light headed.
I nodded an affirmative and slowly stood up.
Walking around the apartment in only a towel, tucked up around my breasts. I surveyed the damage in the kitchen. Dodging puddles of honey and maple syrup, giving the odd, spread eagled imprint of moist flour upon the island an amused look. We had quite a mess on our hands, Mamoru made quite an un coordinated sight as he slipped upon a smear of honey and skated into the back counter, flailing limbs and shouting in panic. Nearly losing the towel he had wrapped around his waist.
I started laughing so hard I needed to retreat to the couch to sit down. Wiping away tears of mirth I found him now standing before me with two cold pancakes in each hand. He had a sour look on his face as he scrutinized the fried dough.
"Cold pancakes don't sound that appealing." he grumped, whipping both back into the kitchen like friz bee's. They splatted against the tile at the back of the sink and slipped floppily into the reservoir beneath.
"Pizza?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"Sound's divine." I sighed, stretching out on the couch feeling the need to sleep as I committed yet another tactical failure. Two things happened, first the towel slipped, unfurling my assets into full view. All pink, bouncy and playful. Second, his eyes widened in surprise and delight, as little Mamoru instantly sprang to life. Now he was saluting my clumsy effort to remain demure in just a towel.
I was struck dumb but not overly surprised.
"You know, you are turning me into sex addict." he commented, turning on his heel and leaving my side to retrieve the phonebook from the entry hutch.
I laughed brightly again, readjusting myself.
"He was so cute, like a turtle peeking his head out." I call.
Mamoru ducked his head back into the living room, a dower look on his face.
"Just so you know, a man does not like his junk being referred to as something 'cute'."
I glanced down now finding him hiding away under the towel.
"Awwww." I pout.
"Guys like to hear awe and wonder from a woman, in reference to their manhood. We want them to complement our majestic prowess. Perhaps a few words about it's great size or perfect shape...never cutie." He continued as if teaching a lecture.
Finding his one and only student, smirking up at him with veiled amusement.
"You scared him away, with your emasculating comments." Mamo - chan rose his nose in the air and sat down in a huff beside me on the couch. Dropping the heavy phone book on the coffee table loudly.
"Gomen...so how do I go about seeking forgiveness?" I ask sweetly, glancing down at his limp towel mournfully.
"He needs his ego stroked." Mamoru leaned back against the couch, giving me a sly look as he invited me silently to orally satisfy him.
I giggle and roll my eyes in disbelief.
"Oh, you would find him quite receptive to stroking. He's kinda like a cat, a little attention goes a long way to improving his moods." he cajoles.
"Really, that's it, just a bit of stroking is all he needs." I add, "I figure he might require a bit more of an apology...then that." I leave the rest of my erotic thoughts unsaid, a slow silky smile pulling upon my lips.
Mamoru was just fooling around, teasing me but I wanted to gain the upper hand. So while he was laughing at me, with his eyes closed basking in our post sex bliss. I leaned in and pulled the shy one forth, wrapping my lips around him and sank him deeply into the heat of my wet mouth to enjoy the treat.
"Oh...my...Usa..." Was his reply, breathless and surprised by my boldness.
I felt him grow hard, as I lightly curled my finger around him and stroked him gently. Keeping my lips firmly around the tip, I slipped to the floor and kneeled between his legs. I hummed in satisfaction, as his hands delved into my wet hair gripping tight. The towel dropped from my body as I bobbed eagerly upon him. Offering him all of my sensual attentions, pushing him deeper into me.
I hummed again in appreciation, the pure erotica of doing this to him arousing me. I could feel my nipples harden and that heat swell deep inside, where those muscles I knew quite well now clenched and released in yearning. I was thrilled to be attending to his needs, as he began to thrust against my mouth. I took him in as deeply as I could, griping his thighs as he stood up to apply more force.
Then he pulled out suddenly, I blinked in surprise then yelped as he grabbed me by the wrists and spun me bodily into the couch. Before I could even get my bearings, I was pushed forward towards the far arm. Feeling him mounting me from behind, I gasped as he entered me again. He thrust forward the same time I push back, meeting his passion half way.
He pumped into me a few more times before wrapping his arm around my middle and flipping me on my back. I was beneath him, panting heavily, my body alive with arousal. Flushed and excited, as he eased himself inside again. But this time our coupling was gentle, the wild abandon from before had evaporated. Reverently he kisses my forehead, my temple, the tip of my nose.
Then his mouth finds mine, his lips dancing, tongue coaxing and twisting inside. Desire explodes inside of me, I was matching his kisses with reciprocating fervor of my own. My hands knotting into his thick dark hair, pulling hard as his steady thrusts into me created an inferno of passion, I cannot deny. He groans and it is a low, deep and sexy sound that sets my heart racing. It reverberates through me like thunder, as his hands moved down my body. Kneading my breasts, griping my hips as they rock and sway with his movements.
Through it all he never breaks free of my lips, his kisses become more insistent, pliable and all consuming. I'm panting and pleading against his delicious mouth. Unable to break the spell of this joining, we will be forever bound heart and soul. Our link comes alive in the most intimate of levels, I sense everything that is a part of him. His thoughts are my thoughts, his love and burning desire sear through my soul.
His pleasure as he experiences my body is phenomenal. I know he is experiencing this coupling through my side of link. He movements become for fluid, yet still powerful. It is a sensual, meaningful act between us.)
Please...I can't take much more...
(I plead, my body so close to unraveling around him, but trapped on the brink of that cliff unable to finish. Left trembling and quaking at the precipice of a monumental climax. Frustrated and desperate for completion as he tortures me, with a sweet, glorious sensory overload all over my body. His hands grasping and massaging my breasts, my hips, my thighs. Still he continues to devour my mouth, as he is shivering and pulsing inside of me. He never slows his momentum, each thrust drawing me closer to that pleasurable oblivion.
Stay with me...he whispers, his thoughts yearning, filled with a promise to never part from me ever. All those lonely days, growing up without family or loved ones. Feeling detached and unworthy to be loved in the sterile, clinical walls of the hospital's orphanage. His heart once cold and closed off washes over me. Tears bead at the corners of my eyes, I just want to hold that sad, lonely little boy and never let go.)
Always...you are my one and only love...
(I call back ardently. Clutching at his shoulder's.
Stay with me...he returns louder, finally giving me some air. He detaches and mouths my neck. I suck in deep lung full's of air, scrambling to hold onto his shoulder blades, trying to just hang on. I don't know if he seeking to offer support not to break away from this raging torrent of arousal now coursing through us. Or wanting to profess how much he needs me. But as the final moments of euphoric clarity washes over me. I scream and arch against him, as he roars in completion beside my ear.)
I love you...Mamoru!
(I scream threw our link as another intense climax, over takes my body and mind.
He collapses against me and I take his weight willingly. A soothing warmth snaking through me as he holds be close. I understand now, that I can never be away from this man. Not even for a night...something wondrous has developed between us since we started having sex. I only feel whole when I am with him and being apart has become something painful. We had started something beautiful and intense, that would lead us somewhere amazing I just knew it.
A legacy of love and passion that had begun in the Silver Millennium that has evolved in the here and now of modern Tokyo, and would one day be completed in the far future.
Somehow we wind up out on the balcony as full dark is setting in. Another bout of lovemaking waning, as the pale light of a full moon ascended over the city towers. With the pizza forgotten and a heavy exhaustion falling between us. We have become lover's lost to the romance and heady passion of the night.)
Sitting with her in his lap against the glass balcony doors he breathed in her scent for the hundredth time that evening, relishing in the fragrance of her soft damp hair, the sweet tang of her sweat coating her soft skin. Even going as far as nipping at it the stray strands of hair that fluttered near his lips.
He still held her bum in his hands as he had been cupping them since the last round. On his knees his sweaty body held her lightly, happily pinned against him to the balcony door. Both starting to breath normally again. He pulled his head from her neck and removed his hands from her bum in order to cup her cheek and caress her swollen kissed bruised lips. "Kami Usako..." he growled. His voice near broken from all the groans, grunting and yelling of her name that he did since she got back.
She gasped as she felt him still hard within her. "How are you still horny?" though she asked herself the same thing as she felt herself becoming wet all over again. "I have my sexy ass girlfriend sitting with me still inside of her... and you ask me that?" he blanched her. He was becoming hard once more when she used what remaining strength she had and stood up from his muscular form.
Using the balcony door for support she stood up on wobbly legs and said, "I don't know about you but I'm starving." her stomach growled, "We did work up an appetite." she smiled, "Hai, we did." he got up when he realized he too was extremely famished. Her bringing it up made him realize they had forgotten supper and most of the evening was gone now.
Not bothering to get dressed, they walked nude together to the kitchen as they went about making a late supper and cleaning up. However as they were starting to make the bacon for the BLT's, Usagi saw the potential for splashing and rushed to get a robe on. Mamoru seeing it himself just worked on the lettuce and tomatoes as she came back out in her little waist length robe. "Don't need any grease burns, I'm sore enough already." She told him with a slight whimper. Wiggling her hips as a counter point to her sassy comment.
He agreed, laughing with her, as she got the bacon in the pan. Later they were sitting down at the island, to eat their sandwiches. "This is perfect. Not to heavy yet enough salty meat to satisfy the hunger." She commented enjoying a mouthful. "What about another type of 'satisfying the hunger meat?" he questioned, wondering when she would get the sexual reference. She quirked her brow at him, "Later." they ate in peace, with him still nude and her still in the robe.
She had accomplished so much but at the same time he had seen how broken down her body looked after defeating Pharaoh 90 and it had frightened him. Her road was going to be filled with strife, he needed to become stronger. As he was right now he felt he wasn't good enough. She couldn't protect this planet alone, this last battle proved she was leaving him behind. The girls as powerful as they had become could not keep up to her.
If things continued, she would always be left alone at the end. The girls and him would not be able to fight alone side her, they would be overcome early on. He needed to be stronger, his thoughts falling back to that rush of golden energy he had been tapping into recently. When he had been rushing to the Delta, fighting against that twisting storm of darkness that had covered the area.
He had been desperate to get to her side in time, his wish to protect and save her had overwhelmed him. A golden glow had exploded from his chest then and shot up into the swirling darkness above. He couldn't remember anything beyond, pulling himself up off the cement with the dawning sky now brightening the horizon. Using his link to her to race to her side. Finding her the most beaten he had ever seen her, with dull, exhausted eyes her whole body trembling with the effort to remain upright.
Usagi caught him staring at her, admiringly it seemed. She blushed shyly, ducking her head down nervously, to continue eating. Glancing up at him threw her long lashing a moment later, gauging his intentions. His dark blue eyes could be so intense, penetrating her to her very soul sometimes. Feeling the butterflies coming to life in the belly, she sought to distract herself with her food. Glancing up from her sandwich a few seconds later, finding him still watching her with that calm, utterly composed expression. His own food half eaten and forgotten on the plate.
"Mamo-chan..." she asked with a very girlish giggle of nerves.
"What am I going to do with you." he smirked, grabbing a napkin from nearby and leaning over the island to dab away a smear of tomato muck from her cheek.
She cocked her head to the side, curious. He was growing melancholy and contemplative again.
"Anything you want, obviously?" She commented with good humor.
Mamoru laughed, knowing her little erotic statement was an attempt to lighten the mood. He raised an eyebrow and grinned.
Then she slid off her stool and moved to stand before him. A coy smile gracing her delicious lips. With a deep breath, she untied the sash around her robe. Allowing the cotton garment to unwrap and slip sweetly down her arms. Seeing her curvaceous body being UN veiled to him as she let the robe drop from her form and beckoned him to her he could not hold himself back any longer. Sweeping her up in his arms, leaning down to press a tender kiss upon her. She slithered out of his loose grasp.
"But you have to find me first." she giggled, darting away down the hall. They ended up played a naked game of hide and seek. But her giggling kept getting her caught. Finally she managed to get away from him once more only to have the counter top in her way. Using her right arm she sprung herself over it.
Mamoru went around it as she landed, in seconds she was once more in his willingly trapped arms. Spinning her around, he pushed her momentarily into the fridge, earning a gasp of cold shock from her before swinging her around and backing her up against the front door. Lifting her legs up he intended to push himself into her with a fast pace when she held fast onto his shoulders preventing the motion. "Nani?" he asked, his voice a little stung, wanting to feel his girlfriend's flesh surrounding his own.
"What if we break the door down?" She asked, he laughed before pulling her arms away to kill her grip and slam up within her. It had the desire effect to temporarily shut her up as she formed a big O with her mouth.
"We won't. This isn't that rickety old door in that place with the cats I took you to. This door is NOT that breakable." he assured her. "Well in that case..." she squeezed him for all she was worth and drew out a guttural groan that had him nearly scratching at the door to control the inevitable outcome. Her sexy little sounds we always his undoing. He was not going to be to rough with her again, he had been on the verge several times already tonight. She was sore and tired and he needed to remain his control.
Instead he put his fist into the wall next to the door, desperately needing to control his rising passion. Shocking her as she saw the pleasure that needed to be unleashed with his depths, "When were you ever told to hold back?" she retorted, a bright smile on her face. Pulling out he threw her over his shoulder. Throwing her down he grabbed her by the ankles, pulled her to the edge, threw her feet over his shoulders and slid in fast and hard once more.
"Oh kami! Mamo -chan!" Usagi screamed, starting to lose her voice. "Is this the fifth or six round...?" she asked. He had a hard time remembering now. They'd made each other come so much since she got back that he lost track after his third orgasm. "We'll make this the sixth." he answered and went onto the bed, bending her in half as his lower half started a steady rhythm inside of her once more.
Their breathing was bordering on hyperventilating as their sweat soaked bodies now used up the last of their reserves to make one last final bout of love making before they would truly pass out from it. Burying his head in her neck he sucked on the skin there as he turned his wild thrust to long, hard and meaningful instead. It drove his young girlfriend through the roof as she wanted to feel his passion.
"Please..." she begged trying to get him to go harder, but he kept his control in place. His intent was to completely unravel her body with pleasure, as he was nearly there himself. His thoughts floating through her mind as he was unable to control them...this has got to end soon or I'm gonna go insane from the pleasure...she smiled in response before the need to have him take her harder drove her to distraction and beyond.
"Oh for the love of kami!" she screamed, her voice on the verge of going hoarse. Grabbing his midnight black hair she yanked his face from her neck. Pulling his lips and teeth from the hicky he had been leaving there. Never able to get over or let go of his need to leave his mark. She saw the passion in his eyes from what he was doing to her, saw the want and need clearly displayed and saw the possessiveness to make her his forever.
His eyes as dark as the sky when it was night time conveyed all of this and more. His hair mussed up as hers was as he looked at her with a feral grin to rival that of an alpha male about to mate with his true love. In fact he was that and more. She read that, and wanted it for herself, "Fuck me now!" she growled back. Barely having the nerve to say it out loud she instead growled it and thrilled in the change of pace he took.
He went from slow, hard and deep to hard, deep, with a frenzied animal pace behind his fevered movements. Her words made him lose any need to draw it out, to make it last. He was marking her, making her his and his alone. Right down to the very depths of her soul. Her insides felt the sensation of how deeply impaled he was within her. She could barely breathe properly but hey who needs to breathe when you have your true love giving you what you both desperately need and want.
His pace was so fast and hard that he had no chance to kiss, nip or bite at her. Consumed by the need for release he was taking her hard and fast. He tried to but he got as far as heavy breathing and some licks on her neck. He wanted to do more but he also wanted to brace her for the impact, as he was pushing her up the bed. Her head would eventually strike against the head board had it not been for the pillow that shockingly stuck to her wet from sweat head. It cushioned her head as he slammed into her with everything he had.
Her legs wrapped securely over his head as she started to loose feeling in them. No longer able to hold on to him her arms fell down to her head as she used them to brace against the head board against the mass of hair. Using the momentum to push herself against his length sending him just a shred deeper into her. Crying out in bliss she felt an orgasm so big coming upon her that she felt like passing out.
With his hands wrapped around her shoulders he plunged that much deeper into her and felt the clenching begin. He knew he couldn't hold out for much longer, his rhythm now gone he slammed into her once more and felt her orgasm, her wetness rush onto his. Just as he heard her scream in ecstasy from what he was doing to her body. He wanted to smirk in male pride for the pleasure he put her through but his orgasm plunged through his own body. He slammed himself so far into her he wondered if he made a deposit into her womb itself.
Her muscles and his length didn't stop throbbing for several long, agonizing minutes before he finally fell on her body from over exertion. Both were breathing hard. His muscles now refused to budge. Not that 'little Mamoru' minded in the slightest. Before he passed out he wanted to make sure she would be okay as he felt her legs leave his shoulders, sliding down to his waist of their own accord. As he felt his brain shutting down he asked into her neck, "Are you...going to...be okay...with me here?"
His voice catching slightly still trying to regain his breathing, "Hai, go to sleep. We've both had a long day." She responded, her voice gasping for air. He was too tired to protest as his brain went to sleep, his form still on top of her own. Her form welcomed his presence on top of her as she slowly passed out herself. The day's events finally caught up to them both as they laid to tired from making love to even roll over.
The new day greeted them softly, muted rays of the morning sun filtered quietly through the open window of their bedroom. Falling gracefully upon the two lover's still wrapped snuggly around each other.
Usagi moaned in mild discomfort, feeling overly hot and sweaty. Finding Mamoru curled up over her like a blanket. His hot breath bathing her neck, chin resting against her shoulder. Her one arm had gone numb, trapped beneath him all night. His one leg was tangled up between her's, an arm draped possessively over her breasts. Last night had be taxing both emotionally and physically for them.
They had just started to explore his issues, concerning her safety and their relationships uncertain future. His sudden self-consciousness at not being strong enough to be her partner. That had provoked this need to process her, to mark her as his. In some ways she relished that, but in other's it was unhealthy...that lack of trust in her.
With a long sigh, she brushed her finger's down his cheek. Wishing she could make him understand that she would never stray. That he was strong in some many other ways then with powers. That she needed him, that even though she would be going home. She would spend as much time as she could with him, to banish that silence that made him so lonely.
With a groan, he slowly opened his midnight blue eyes. His soulful blue eyes basking in her sweet morning smile.
"Morning..." She whispered, adoringly.
"Morning..." He sighed, methodically pulling away from her and stretching languidly.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, propping himself up on an elbow and regarding her with concern. Their bouts yesterday he knew had taken it out of them both.
"Fine...a little stiff." she giggled, easing herself up to a seated position on the bed.
Mamoru laughed, a boyish grin gracing his handsome face. A bit of pride evident in his eyes. It was a male thing he couldn't help.
They were both quiet, an awkward inevitable silence damping the playful mood.
"How about we go over there together. Maybe we can work out that weekend thing you mentioned before." He resigned.
(I nod, "Let's go over after breakfast. I do miss them terribly." he nodded. I knew it couldn't be easy on him but I couldn't help it, I did miss my parents and even annoying Shingo.
Mamoru dressed leisurely in a pair of worn weather blue jeans and black button down. He was taking his time, shuffling through the morning rituals of brushing his hair and teeth. I had to smile, he looked like he was pouting. Obviously trying to delay my departure by taking unnecessary time in getting ready. It was a little bit cute and sad at the same time. I slipped into a white pleated skirt, pale blue stockings and matching pale blouse and pulled on my heavy navy sweater from yesterday.
Left to wait for him at the front door, while he double and triple checked he had everything his needed. Digging into his pockets for his card keys and wallet, glancing over his apartment apprehensively, wondering if he was forgetting anything. When he couldn't come up with any reason not to leave, he shuffled past me and opened the front door. I paid him a small smile of understanding and left the apartment.
We took a ride down to my parents' house in his sports car. The morning traffic was light, and Mamoru was barely hitting the legal speed limit. I felt for him, more than anything I would love to continue living with him. But without my parent's approval, it was unseemly and disrespectful. I loved my parents to much to keep disobeying them. It had been a wonderful dream, living with my beloved. But right now that's all it was...a dream.
Finding the courage I knocked on the door to find mama answering it. "My baby girl!" she enveloped me in a hug before I could say 'hi' and pulled me in ushering Mamo - chan in from behind me. "So happy that you dropped by we've been missing you so much." I nodded and told her how much I missed her and the family as well.
"I needed to see you guys." I admitted. I looked about and saw papa and Shingo sitting for breakfast, "Gomen, we came at a bad time didn't we." I amended, "No! Not at all sit both of you." I saw the warning glare she sent papa. Frankly I was too tired to try and argue with him over anything right now. But it seemed he looked tired as well. We sat for a moment, nibbling on the food as we had just eaten ourselves.
"So how's school going?" mama asked, "It's good. Grades are really rising up. Early graduation here I come." I smiled. I looked over to papa not so much glaring but eyeing Mamo - chan with a wary look. Maybe things were getting better now. I was finally able to let a smile spread upon my lips.
"So are you two going to be living together from now on?" Shingo blurted out, right out of the blue. Shoving a wad of pancakes in his mouth, waiting patiently for an answer. I swear upon the Kami, that boy as born without a filter between his brain and his mouth! I could feel that dark cloud converging over my Papa, and there went the good graces of a decent evening with the family.)
Damn you Shingo! Are you trying to start world war three? Didn't I just get done saving the world once? Or is it thrice now? Or more? Now I have to PREVENT the worst wars of them all. Boyfriend versus father!
(It sounded stupid in my head but it was a bad argument to even get in between let alone be a witness to. "Hai, I would very much like her to stay." Mamo - chan answered, passing me a pained look. "No." papa answered at the same time. Both males looked up to one another. Papa settled back into his seat, "I was under the assumption that after this 'defiance' phase you would be back home...where you belong." papa looked to me.
"It's not a phase papa. We love one another. If I had a choice I would stay with him. But I am duty bound in the end to obey my parents" I answered, giving Papa a teary eyed look. I was really tired of this.)
I don't think this will ever end...
(It will Usako...Mamoru offered reassuringly through our link.
"I think this meal is done. If it is your wish to be with this young man then you will face the harsh reality of what it is to be a true adult. I will not support you. You will have to survive on your own from now on. I do not care for when you pack up your things. I will not lift a finger to help you move, as I do not agree with this rash behavior. But I can see your mind is made up and their is no reasoning with either of you." I lowered my head at the burst of emotional turmoil I felt the whole situation.
I looked up meekly to see startled confusion cross my mother's face. Her mouth twitching into something almost cheerful till he spoke his next words, "If you want to see us as a family it will be without that man with you." Papa left out of the room, with the air of a retiring monarch conceding the field of battle and retreated into his study. "If I didn't know any better I'd say dad just gave you both his blessing. In an odd, backhanded sorta way..." Shingo stated with the same amount of confusion.
Was it true? Did papa in some form just finally give in? I glanced back to mama and saw the strange look on her face, "Hai, I think he did...in some weird fatherly way." my mother left the table after that to go check on him. Perhaps to get some answers or at least get him to be nice to us before we left out. I wasn't sure. What I was sure on was that a shift had just occurred between us. I just hoped it was a good one.
We spent 30 minutes talking to Shingo, catching up before mama and papa came back out. She spoke to us a little bit but papa, he didn't acknowledge Mamo - chan but he at least bid me a few parting glances before we left out. Unsure of what to make of the turn of events I gave my papa a hug. He hugged back, "No matter what you'll always be my little girl. There's no letting go of that. No matter how hard one tries. I don't accept him but I accept that you'll be making mistakes along the way to adulthood. I hope for your sake that in the long run HE isn't one of them."
A cold comforting way of saying 'this is your decision to make, I've tried to stop the harm in it but I cannot any longer'. 40 % blessing, 60% I believe it'll fail since you didn't listen to me. It was better than before. An improvement of sorts. I made plans with Momma and Shingo to gather the rest of my things, then we headed for the front door. I gave my Momma a warm embrace, feeling her tremble with held in emotions as I let go. She stared down at me, her deep blue eyes full of tears.
"If you need anything, dear. I am right here. Alright." She offered, brushing her fingertips up and down my cheek. "This is a big step...sweetie." She added.
"I know Momma...but it's a step I need to make." I gave her a tight smile, valiantly trying to contain my own tears. She nodded, dabbing her tears with the corner of her apron.
"Taking care of things, Shingo." I ruffled his hair, warmly.
"Hey!" he batted my hand away angrily. "I got this, Ne-chan." He finished with a smirk.
I nodded stiffly and darted out of the house, needing a little space to compose myself. I was finally doing it! I was free to live my life with Mamo - chan...it was as exciting as it was overwhelming and scary.)
Shingo's eyes narrowed as he watched his sister disappear behind the closing front door. Ikuko gave Mamoru a tight smile and nod of approval before retreating back to her kitchen to compose herself as well.
"Take care of her." Shingo regarded Mamoru with serious eyes.
"Of course. It's a given." Mamoru gave him an honest smile. The boy was only ten but at time he could have a powerful presence. His love and protectiveness for his older sister was cold steel in his eyes.
"I promise, Shingo-kun. She will be happy, and safe with me." Mamoru sought to calm him, giving him a polite bow before leaving.
Shingo watched him duck out the front door, glaring at it for a minute more before heading up to his room. He could feel the tension in the house finally lift with his father's acceptance of Usagi's decision. A new chapter was beginning in the Tsukino household.
Traveling back to the apartment, Usagi couldn't help but sneak happy glances at Mamoru. He was keeping his attention riveted to the road, but on the other hand had the hugest grin. His heart was bursting with joy, at finally getting her fathers to acquiesce. He had his family, finally! It was like Christmas to him.
