Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. Don't make a profit from my stories, and only the plots are mine.

Author's Note: Like a lot of my stories recently, this comes from a request. ObeliskX this one's for you! Also, Manga/Crystal tells a great version of the Moon Kingdom restoration. Many of the events described are from the anime however.

The HoneyMoon
Chapter One
Usagi's Moment

Usagi breathed deeply as she put her hand in Mamoru's. They smiled and waved at their friends and family, before facing each other. He took her other hand and they smiled at one another before closing their eyes and picturing their destination. A flicker of light could be seen even through their eyelids.

When the two opened their eyes again they were standing on the white surface of the moon. Things had changed since Mamoru had last stepped foot there. Usagi had prepared quite the surprise for her new husband. Using the power of the Silver Crystal, she had gone far beyond the restoration done when she had defeated Metallia. In fact, she had created quite a bit more than had been there in her own time.

And it was all because of what she was wearing under her little sundress. The idea had come to her long before, on a summer's day when the whole group had been at the beach. Sun and surf and sand. It had been a wonderful day. However, it had been during a time when Usagi and Mamoru had not yet been intimate. But she had seen then the physical reaction he had to her little white bikini.

All the girls had noticed it, and when she gave in to Mamoru on having the wedding right after her sixteenth birthday, the compromise she had asked for was that she plan the honeymoon. And she'd done so meticulously. She was quite proud of herself, and the work she and the girls had done. Everything was set.

Plenty of meals had been prepared by Makoto, and could be heated at a moment's notice. Minako had stocked the bedrooms with massage oils. Rei had created scented candles and placed them strategically for the best lighting. Even Ami had helped, finding manuals on everything from having a good marriage to the best sexual positions.

She smiled as they placed their bags beside the bed. Then she took his hand and began to pull him away. Usagi had plans. Plans that involved making her Mamo-chan lose his cool. She wanted him to completely let go of the stiff control he held over himself. She wanted to tease him, wanted to torment him, and prolong the pleasure for both of them. She pulled his arm gently but firmly towards the balcony and led him down a set of stone steps.

The gardens, full of roses, had been restored. He gasped at the sight of them, his head swiveling to look. She stopped dragging him long enough to show him the arbor where Serenity and Endymion had once shared their first kiss. She pointed to the spot where Endymion had chased Serenity down and finally taken her virginity. She hovered near the place where the two had been wed, and swiped at a stray tear.

Determined, Usagi continued her tour, leading him through the gardens and into her masterpiece. While the girls had helped, the work had been hers, and hers alone. And she'd slept for two days straight when it was finished. Just beyond the gardens the beach began. A lovely place with water lapping up on the sand. There were even waves, not as great as one would find in an ocean on earth, but small ones, caused by the wish she had made.

The sun shone brighter around the beach than elsewhere, and there were a few small trees she had planted as well. The girls had helped her find beach chairs and towels, and even a little umbrella. The stars were beautiful, the light of the sun incredible, and with the bubble of warmth she had created around the entire palace and grounds, she was quite sure he would be happy here.

She let go of his hand and turned to see what he thought. His eyes were wide, and he was smiling, looking out over the water. While he was distracted she lifted her sundress over her head and threw it over one of the beach chairs.

Now clad only in a tiny, white, string bikini, she pulled one of her long strands of hair over her shoulder and let it fall between her breasts. She'd seen how her hair enticed him, and adding that to the bikini, she hoped it would be enough to drive him wild. She smirked, waiting patiently for him to turn, her eyes on his face, wanting to catch every bit of his expression.

He turned. His face went slack for a moment before his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide and round as saucers. She wondered if they might actually pop like they did in old cartoons. She let out a tiny giggle, noticing him swallow a lump in his throat. Her eyes scanned him, following the contours of his body. His fists were clenched, and in his trousers was a huge bulge, indicating he had indeed noticed her.

Another giggle escaped as he closed his mouth, then opened it again, trying to speak. She felt proud and beautiful and very powerful in her femininity. She'd known for a while that Mamoru wanted her. He'd been controlling himself however, and no matter how much she had tried to get beyond his self-control, it hadn't happened.

Tonight, he was finally hers by marriage, and she knew that he would let go, just a little. Her goal was for him to let go completely. She wanted him to be wild for her, unstoppable, untamable, fierce and passionate. It wasn't so much to ask, was it?

He swallowed again, then opened his mouth one more time. "Wow," he choked out hoarsely.

"Hi," she said, blushing a little. She wasn't embarrassed, just feeling slightly shy. But she had to let go of that shyness. She had to get him to understand she wasn't some fragile porcelain doll that could be broken. She was Sailor frickin Moon for crying out loud, and she could handle whatever he gave her. She walked closer to him and trailed one hand down his chest.

"Hi," he said, still croaking a little. One hand came up as though to touch her shoulder, but he pulled it back without making contact. She tried to reach for him and he took one step back, fists clenched at his sides. He was frowning now.

She sighed. She didn't know what else to do to make him want her. She turned away, saddened by his rejection and went to pick up her sundress.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sounding unsure.

"Well, what does it look like?" she snapped, trying to hide her sadness behind anger. It had worked for her in the past with him, and she knew no other way. She didn't want his pity. She wanted his passion.

"Maybe I should clarify," he started again. "Why are you doing it?"

"Because a girl can only be rejected so many times before she gets the hint MAMORU! If you didn't want me you shouldn't have married me!" She threw the dress over her head and ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She didn't transform. If she did he'd be able to find her anywhere, and she needed time to get herself back under control. She'd thought, once they were finally married, he would actually want her.

"No wonder Chibi-Usa's an only child," she muttered, throwing herself down onto a patch of grass in a hidden area of the garden. As soon as she was down she let the tears flow. She knew she was a crybaby, and that she was younger than him. She wasn't the smartest person on the planet either, but she'd always assumed she was at least a little pretty. She'd even seen his physical reactions to her! So why didn't he want her? She swiped angrily at the tears.

It looked like she was doomed to be in a sexless marriage for well over a thousand years. The thought made her even more miserable. She pictured artificial insemination and an empty bed every night. Why was it that she was attracted to him, and loved him so much when he had no feelings for her. The tears came even harder after that, and she rested her head on her arm, laying there in that patch of grass, facedown, and sobbed.

Her mind swirled with all the hints and signals he'd given her over the years. Why hadn't she paid attention? Why hadn't she realized? He didn't really want her. All he wanted was the daughter from the future. She was just a burden he had to bear to get to her!

It had started so early too. She should have listened to all those old insults better. She was stupid. She was undatable. She ate too fast. She wasn't ladylike. She was a crybaby. She was too loud. She was too needy and demanding.

And then, even after they had been dating, it was always her that showed affection. When Chibi-Usa was around she had always come first. He always put school, or other activities before her too. And then he'd gone off to America without even warning her! It all added up. She wasn't his girlfriend. She was the millstone he carried around his neck! She was worthless and stupid, and he didn't even want her!

And the worst part, the very worst part, was that he would never see her as his equal.

So why had he insisted they get married after Galaxia's defeat? Had he just decided if he was going to be miserable he needed to get a start on it? What was she going to do trapped in his apartment with him when he would rather study or watch documentaries than pay attention to her? How was she going to survive all the years of loneliness and heartbreak?

Finally her mind ran down and she drifted into a fitful sleep.

Mamoru wasn't sure what had just happened. He was utterly confused, and unsure what to do. He kicked at the sand on the beach, not knowing how to fix the problem. By the time he'd even realized she was leaving she'd already gone, and it was too late to catch her. The gardens were an absolute maze.

How could she think he didn't want her? He'd barely kept himself under control the past two years, and had even convinced her to marry young so that he could have her all the time. He hadn't been rejecting her, just trying to control the urges. The ones that made him want to throw her down and take her so fast and so hard that it would break her.

She was his tiny little princess, so sweet and kind, and funny, beautiful and very gentle. Fragile even. She was only 4'11 to his 6'2. She was thin and beautiful, and during the time he'd been gone she'd blossomed into the most alluring young woman. Her breasts and hips had grown, and her little bottom made him want to spank her, and maybe bite her neck a little. But he had to be careful. He didn't want to hurt her. He wanted to take care of her.

He was her protector. Her guardian in all things. Sometimes even from herself. Hadn't he cancelled dates to make sure she studied? Hadn't he taught her to eat healthier foods? Hadn't he always treated her like she was the most precious thing on the planet?

He growled in frustration. Of course he wanted her. She was just being silly.

But that look. That look she'd given just as she'd turned away. That look of hurt, of bone deep sadness. He had somehow done that to her. How had she misinterpreted his actions? How had she missed all the cues he'd given. Hadn't he told her time and again that he loved her? He wouldn't call her Usako if he didn't.

When Seijouru had been hitting on her, even before he'd regained his memories, he'd been jealous. When Dimande had taken her, he'd flown to her rescue. When any guy looked at her he glared and growled. The only exception had been Seiya, and that was out of sheer gratitude. He'd still been jealous. Even though in her mind, the boy had only been a friend, that boy had held and comforted her while he was dead!

And somehow she thought he didn't want her. How could she ever believe that?

An image of a weeping Usagi as she asked if he liked Chibi-Usa more than her popped into his head. Or the time she'd offered to come with him to protect Chibi-Usa and he'd told her he had it all on his own, and her smiled had faltered before she'd hidden her pain again. And how many times had Chibi-Usa insulted Usagi, and he'd simply laughed it off instead of saying something to the girl?

Then another image, when he'd been having the dreams and had told her he didn't love her, that he had only been with her because she was the princess. He'd purposefully shown up in front of her with other women, to push the point home. She'd almost died, been trapped within dreams, and still he'd turned away from her. And when he'd finally confessed the reason, she'd told him she'd had the dreams as well, but had known they could overcome anything together.

More images came, like a flood. Times when he'd held a book in front of his face, not paying her any mind as he studied or read an interesting theory, and that same look of hurt and rejection would flood her features, for just a second, before it disappeared to be replaced with her bright smile. Times when they'd be out shopping and she'd see something she thought was cute and just wanted him to look, and he'd only been embarrassed because of her enthusiasm. Times when they'd been eating out and he'd told her to slow down because she was embarrassing him.

And the last image, the morning he'd told her he was leaving for America. He hadn't given her warning or time to prepare, and for just an instant complete devastation had filled her eyes before she'd once again hidden her pain behind what he was beginning to realize was a completely fake smile. She'd even told him she'd promised herself she wouldn't cry until he was gone. How had he not seen it? It even must have seemed like an afterthought to her, when he'd given her the promise ring.

He smacked himself on the forehead. He was an idiot. He'd been trying to control himself, and while he had, he'd also succeeded in sending her the message, not once, but probably hundreds of times, that he didn't really want her. Instead of accepting her enthusiasm and enjoyment of life, he'd been more worried about his image.

He was a horrible boyfriend. He really didn't want to be a horrible husband too.

He made his way to the palace slowly, lost in thought. Several times he got turned around because he wasn't paying much attention. And then he heard the sobs. He couldn't see her, but he could hear her. He began to search, not calling out her name because he knew she would run. Instead he followed the sounds, making several twists and turns along the path. Her sobs died away, and for a moment he panicked, thinking he wouldn't find her.

But as he came out of one pathway he saw her, lying facedown on the grass, one arm under her head, the other tucked close to her cheek. She had fallen asleep there, lying on the grass. Her face was red, ravaged by tears, and her little nose was swollen. Her eyes were puffy, and looked sore. His heart clenched at the sight.

He bent and gathered his sleeping wife into his arms. She unconsciously cuddled in deeper, proving that she still trusted him at least. He carried her through the garden, keeping the palace in sight and soon he was walking up the steps to the balcony outside the room that had once belonged to Princess Serenity. He pulled the comforter down and settled her into the bed, then bent and kissed her forehead.

He had a lot to make up for. But first, he was going to find her some food.

Usagi's nose twitched. She could smell something heavenly. Mamoru was standing over her, placing a tray with two large bowls in the center of the bed. Gyudon, which was one of her favorites, filled the bowls. It was rice with spices and beef laid over the top, the juices sinking down into the grains and soaking them in flavor. Makoto always made the best, with a sauce over the beef, and Usagi's mouth watered.

She plastered on a huge grin for Mamoru, unwilling to upset him, even now. She knew he'd had a hard life, and her making him miserable wouldn't change the state of their marriage. She watched as he climbed in on the other side of the bed and handed her a spoon. She was not a fan of chopsticks. Being a klutz made eating difficult with them, and she much preferred the convenient scoop.

She did her best to take small bites and chew her food several times before swallowing. Mamoru hated it when she was messy eating her food. She wiped her chin carefully when she did make a mess, and continued to smile, though there was an uncomfortable silence in the bedroom. She didn't know when he'd found her and carried her inside, but he obviously had, as there was no one else on the Moon.

Not meeting his eyes, she mumbled an apology for losing her temper. He didn't respond, so she laid her spoon down. She was no longer hungry. She sighed, realizing she'd ruined their honeymoon with her horrible antics. A tear slipped out and she tilted her head down further so he wouldn't notice. This was not going well.

"Usako," he breathed, and she flinched. She didn't want to hear it. But she knew she had to if she was to fix things. She still didn't lift her head. She couldn't bear the patient look he would have in his eyes. So she notched up her smile and stared at the bowl of food.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he said after what felt like an eternity of silence. "I did."

She couldn't get the words to compute. She chanced a glance up at him and saw that he looked miserable. She reached out a hand to comfort him, but then pulled back, unsure if he actually wanted her touch. He grimaced and she felt like she was dying, just a little.

"What have I done to you," he muttered. He put his dish back on the tray and took hers as well, before he stood and put the tray to the side. She tried to slip away, to leave the room before he could break her heart any more than it already was, but he caught her by the wrist and pulled her up against him, her back to his chest.

"Usako. This is all my fault." She shook her head in denial. He wasn't to blame. He was only trying to take care of her after all. It wasn't his fault he didn't love her. "No, it is," he insisted. "Somehow I've given you the wrong impression, and I don't know how to fix it."

She couldn't help the freshet of tears that slipped down her cheeks. She'd known. She'd figured it out in the garden. She didn't really want to hear him confirm it.

"Let me go. Please?" she begged, but instead he held her tighter.

"No. You're mine," he whispered in her ear. A shiver ran through her at the words, and the breath against her cheek.

"You don't have to Ma..." she was cut off as he turned her.

"Don't!" he growled. She looked up at him in confusion. "Listen to me," he said, and he moved her to sit on the edge of the bed, holding her by her upper arms as he leaned down and put his face close to her own.

"You think I don't want you?" he asked. "You have no idea. None Usako. You have no clue how many times I've barely controlled myself from holding you down and taking you whether you were ready for me or not. How many times I've had to take a cold shower the moment you left my apartment. How many times I've had to dig my nails into my palms so I didn't throw you down and take you so hard you'd break in half."

He was breathing hard, panting with exertion. Her whole body lit up with desire. She felt heat inside, moisture pooling between her legs, her nipples hardening.

"Even now, right this minute, all I can think of is spreading you open and taking you again and again and again, until you beg me to stop, and then taking you some more. I keep myself under control so I don't hurt you!"

She was both grateful and pissed. She didn't have a chance to respond.

"I convinced you, almost coerced you into marrying me much younger than you would have because I can't go another day without you in my arms. And even now I have to fight for control, because if I ever let myself go I would tie you to my bed and never let you leave."

"Who says I'd want to," Usagi grumbled, then glared up into his face. "You, Mamoru-baka, are an ass!"

He looked surprised and a bit annoyed, and she wanted to laugh at the look on his face. He was annoyed? For more than two years she had done everything in her power to show she both loved and wanted him. And while he'd told her many times that he loved her, and he'd saved her so many times she'd lost count, that love wasn't tempered with respect, and he didn't show her that he cared.

Instead he told her what to do, how to act, and how to eat. He cancelled dates because he wanted her to study, which had caused more harm then good, as she would then spend that time, alone in her room, crying her eyes out where no one could see, not even Luna as she would lock the bitchy cat out when she had to cry. No one respected her, and she'd had about enough of it.

There was no way she was going to be trapped in a marriage with a man who didn't know she was strong and capable. Who saw her as a thing to be put on the shelf and protected, instead of a person who was his equal. Who had saved him many times too. Who had brought him back from the dead. Who had died to protect him.

She'd had enough, and there was only one way for this to be solved. She very gently grabbed one of his wrists, and in one motion stood and threw him over her shoulder. He landed hard, his back hitting the floor with a thud. The wind was knocked out of him and he lay gasping there, staring up at her in shock.

"You think a bit of sex will break me Mamoru-baka?" she asked, standing over him, one foot to either side of his hips. "You think you can do worse than Youma, or Droids, Cardians, Daimon or Remless or maybe the Phages? You think you're stronger than Beryl, Metallia, Wiseman, Pharaoh 90, Mistress 9, Nehelinia, and Galaxia?"

She snorted and glared down at him. "I think you don't even respect me a little. You have no clue who I am, do you. I am Sailor fucking Moon, and by Kami I won't be treated like spun glass by you, or anyone else!"

Mamoru was still staring up at her, his mouth gaping.

She went to her knees, straddling him. "If you wanted me, you could have had me. Any time Mamoru-baka. Any fucking time. Instead, you treated me like a child, made me feel worthless, stupid, and unlovable. And come to find out its just the dream bullshit all over again. You are trying to make decisions for me. Well, no more. You are my husband, not my father. I'm done!"

With that parting shot she stood, no longer willing to be hurt by him or anyone else. She felt lighter than she had in a long time, and resolved to finally speak her mind to the Senshi and Luna when she returned home. So many problems had been caused by people not respecting her. How many issues could have been avoided? How many times could people have been protected?

Her mind whirled with it all. Luna assuming the girls were enemies, or that Tuxedo Kamen was a Negaverse spy. People not listening when she said she had a bad feeling about Seijouru and Natsume. Knowing something was off about Chibi-Usa when no one would hear her and just assumed she was jealous. The Inner Senshi not listening when she said they could work with the outer Senshi. Trying to kill Hotaru instead of help her. The way Mamoru had hidden his illness when the Dead Moon Circus was their enemy. The way the Senshi refused to work with the Starlights, and so many little things she couldn't even think of them all.

And the disrespect she'd been shown since the first moment. Orders not obeyed in battle that had almost gotten her killed. Constant teasing. Being told what to do or how to do it. Luna's recent insistence that she give up her one and only dream of writing Manga. She'd already agreed to take classes on politics and everything else the cat insisted on, but being forced to give up one of the few joys in her life on top of it was going too far.

She grabbed her travel bag and went into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving Mamoru, still stunned, lying on the bedroom floor. She'd wanted him to lose control, but in the end, it had been her, and it felt wonderful.

After stripping out of her clothes she took a long and luxurious shower and redressed herself, this time in jeans and a comfortable t-shirt. She went back into the bedroom to say goodbye to Mamoru. She was going home. He could follow her, or not, but their honeymoon had been ruined. She wasn't going to stick around and be treated as though she was less than him anymore.

"Bye Mamoru," she said, and gave him a friendly wave, hauling her bag closer to her body as she began to pull on the magic that would help her teleport. "I guess I'll see you at home."

The HoneyMoon
Chapter 2
Mamoru Loses Control... Finally

Mamoru lay on the floor for several long minutes after Usagi slammed the bathroom door. His mind whirled with thoughts and ideas, concepts that were new and foreign to him. When Usagi had flipped him over her shoulder he'd been angry and annoyed... and aroused. Her words had driven thoughts home to him that he'd never even entertained.

His Usako was not fragile.

How on earth had he missed that? How had it never occurred to him that her small stature and beauty didn't make her weak. No... A weak person would never have survived all she had been through. And she had a point about the Youma, and all the other enemies they'd faced, that she'd faced. She had defeated so many of them alone.

And her eyes, when she'd muttered about not wanting to stop him... She'd been aroused by the idea. That, more than anything else, had kept him stunned and on the floor. Because she hadn't really hurt him. She could have, if she'd wanted to, but she hadn't. No, he'd been lying here, stunned by her outburst, and by the flash of desire he'd seen when he'd talked about holding her down and taking her whether she liked it or not.

She wanted him to be rough with her. Wanted him to let go of the tight control he had held over himself since the instant he'd met her.

He stood, dusted himself off, and adjusted his aching cock in his suddenly too-tight pants. If she wanted him to be rough with her, he would be. Very, very rough. Because if he let the control go, he knew he'd never get it back.

For her first time however, he wanted her to enjoy the more tender side of things... and then he'd get rough. An idea came to mind. The way she'd squirmed when he'd mentioned tying her to the bed had indicated she liked the idea. It was halfway between. He could be gentle with her, but still feel he possessed her fully. He had a feeling the bedroom was the only place that would ever happen again.

He smirked and held up a hand, a little vine appeared from nowhere and disappeared just as quickly when he heard the door opening. She walked out in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Bye Mamoru," she said, and gave him a friendly wave, hauling her bag closer to her body as she began to pull on the magic that would help her teleport. "I guess I'll see you at home."

Before she could lift her hand again, or speak, he had her. His arms tightened around her and he hauled her to the bed, throwing her down roughly. Her eyes darkened with desire and her nipples pebbled against his chest as he lay over her.

"You are my wife," he growled, "and you aren't leaving this bed until you learn that."

Her mouth parted and she began to pant, the tip of her tongue coming out to wet her lips. His hands went to her bottom and he squeezed her cheeks roughly. A moan escaped her and her legs parted ever so slightly. It was all the encouragement he needed.

He let loose with the vines. They wrapped around her wrists and she was pulled further up the bed until they had wrapped around the bedframe. With a smirk he sat up, and leaning forward, tore her shirt apart. He moved down the bed and pulled her jeans off in a few quick tugs, then pulled a razor sharp rose from nowhere and cut her bra and underwear off her body.

She moaned, her legs spreading even more, and he could smell her arousal.

"I've been wrong all this time," he growled. "You didn't need me to do things for you... except here."

She nodded emphatically. Encouraged, he spread her legs wider, bent and nuzzled the curly hairs of her mound. He spread her open, finding her already moist and heated for him and ran his tongue the length of her slit. She lifted her hips instinctively as he clamped his mouth over her little button sucking greedily at her.

"Oh Kami, Mamo-chan!" she breathed, her hips jerking.

He chuckled, and apparently the sensation stimulated her because he felt a rush of her juices cover his fingers, which were slipping up and down her crevasse now, readying her for his invasion. He slipped his index finger into her, barely entering the channel, then pulled it back and pressed deeper. Her hips bucked wildly and he put one forearm over her belly to hold her still before slipping a second finger inside.

"Mamo-chan!" she hissed, still trying to wriggle under him. She was even more turned on by being held down it seemed. His little Usako wanted to be controlled, even dominated in bed. And he was more than willing to accommodate her.

He scraped his teeth over her hardened clit and she let out a small scream, panting and moaning as again her hips tried to buck. He grinned and hummed over it. She began to moan his name repeatedly. He turned his fingers within her, reaching for the spongy place that would stimulate her even more. He curled his fingers and found it almost instantly, rubbed hard, and groaned as she screamed and came all over his hand.

He pulled back and waited until her eyes open before he licked her juices off his finger. Her eyes widened, her irises darkened, and her pupils dilated. He stared at her for a long moment, enjoying her response as she came down from the heights of her orgasm. Then he wiped his mouth and began kissing his way up her belly to her breasts. He wanted this first time to be more gentle, but he couldn't deny the way her response was throwing him over the edge of his tightly held control.

He took one breast in his mouth and the other between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly as he nipped gently. He loved the way her hips bucked under him, the way her legs opened and closed, the way she threw her head back and groaned. He slid one hand down and gently massaged her clit with his fingers.

"You aren't on birth control," he whispered. She blinked and gave a small frown. She must be wondering if he was going to stop. He waited a moment to let her worry over it. Then he smiled. "I wont be using condoms," he added. "I'm going to fill you with my seed over and over," he promised. Her face went red, and he smirked. "And this honeymoon isn't over until there is a baby growing in your belly."

Her mouth opened in shock, but she didn't argue. Finally she cocked her head to the side, looking confused. "But I thought..."

He pressed the tip of his engorged member against her tiny opening, just barely adding pressure so that she could grow accustomed to the way he would stretch her. He wasn't a small man, and he was afraid her first time would hurt. Her eyes went blank for a second as all thought fled from her.

He moved up and kissed her, sucking lightly on her lower lip as he began to penetrate her depths. She panted and groaned, her head swung from side to side, and he knew she needed more. He pulled up onto his knees and lifted her hips, ready to impale her, but waiting as he pressed two fingers to her mound, sliding up and down rapidly, one to each side of her sensitized clit. She began to keen her need for him, and then the walls of her channel clenched over the mushroomed head of him.

As her orgasm took her, so did he, in one massive thrust he filled her completely, tearing through the hymen, and held still as her walls clenched and unclenched, her orgasm still in control. He had to hold the base of his cock tightly to stop himself from coming too early. Hopefully his timing had meant she hadn't felt the pain.

When her eyes finally opened she stared at him, biting her lower lip. He pulled nearly out of her before slipping deep again, enjoying the feeling of her folds sliding around him. She was so tight it almost hurt him, and he hoped she wasn't in pain. He held her eyes with his gaze as he pulled back and pushed slightly faster. She groaned but didn't look away. Another thrust, slightly harder now, just a bit faster, and she gasped.

"Tell me you like this," he demanded, his voice rough with both desire and emotion.

"Hai," she agreed. "Mamo-chan this feels..." she cut off as he rammed harder. "Oh Kami! Mamo-chan!"

"Who do you belong to Usako?" he asked with a hard thrust.

"Mamo..."

"Whose are you?" He rammed harder.

"Yours," she whispered.

He growled. "And I'm yours," he told her. "Only yours, forever."

He stopped speaking then, as he increased his pace and depth, tilting her hips up so that he could penetrate her deeply. Every moan she gave, every little scream, every buck of her hips, drove him further over the edge, but he wanted to maintain control for this, her first encounter.

With herculean effort he held himself back, knowing he could take her harder later, and drove both of them up and up until she shattered around him, her inner walls spasming, milking him of every drop of seed. His vision went white, his heart pounded, and his brain fogged as he yelled in triumph and released torrents of thick sticky cup into her.

"Mine!" he yelled as he collapsed on top of her.

"Mine," she whispered back. He released the vines and her arms came around him, holding her close. She was breathing raggedly, her chest heaving against him.

"You made me wait all this time for that?" she asked when their breathing had returned to normal.

"Gomen," he muttered. He wasn't just sorry he had made her wait. He wished he'd done this much sooner.

He was already stiffening again within her and she grunted as he moved his hips, thrusting a bit. "We aren't done yet Usako." He bit her neck, knowing it would leave a mark. And he let go of his tightly held control.

Usagi couldn't help feeling satisfaction as he began ramming into her, this time much more fiercely than before. Her husband was finally letting go of the iron-clad control he'd held on to for so long.

He growled as he lifted her knee to her chest. It changed and deepened the angle of penetration until he could feel him slamming against her womb. It almost hurt, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain. She bucked her hips and he grabbed her rear, tilting her hips until he was even deeper. She screamed at the pleasure coursing through her. She'd never felt so alive before.

"Mine," he growled, and his teeth sunk into her neck. There was a moment of pleasurable agony as she exploded, stars bursting in her vision, her body tensed and her walls spasmed around him, making her feel every vein in his thick member as he sheathed himself, hammering at her again and again. He continued straight through her orgasm, growling fiercely, and occasionally nipping at her collarbone. His tongue dipped into the hollow of her throat, and she heard herself keening as his thrusts grew wild and out of control.

"Please," she whimpered, not really sure what she was asking for. She needed... something. He growled and pounded harder into her. She gasped at the sensations. She felt like she would break apart, and it was wonderful.

Then he was yelling. "MINE!" he hollered and his hips lost rhythm and bucked wildly into her as he sprayed her insides with spurt after spurt. His release seemed to last forever, and one thrust threw her back over the edge until she tightened around him again, pulling the last of it out of him. He collapsed on top of her, unable to support himself with his arms any longer.

She couldn't help herself. Couldn't keep her mouth shut if her life depended on it. "Told you a little sex wouldn't hurt me," she giggled.

He grunted, his face buried in her neck. "We haven't even finished one round Usako."

She gasped, wondering just how much more there was to a round of sex. She'd already lost count of her own orgasms, and she was sore inside. Not that she minded being sore. He had finally lost control and it was glorious.

For several long minutes they lay there together. She enjoyed the weight of him on top of her. She felt adored, safe, and most of all, desired. Her eyes closed and she stayed still, listening to his breathing even out, feeling his chest heaving against her own, and enjoying the feeling of him still inside her, claiming her. She could feel the drip of their juices, but she didn't mind it. She was waiting for more.

Her dreams and memories had never really been too clear on the sexual aspect of Serenity and Endymion, but she did know that there was almost always a period of cuddling afterwards. This wasn't cuddling though. This was a brief pause to catch their breaths.

Mamoru startled her when he suddenly rolled them both over so that she was straddling his hips as she had done earlier when she'd yelled at him. He grinned up at her before taking her hips in his hands and pulling her up several inches. With a quick jerking motion he slammed her back down. She moaned loudly and pulled herself up again before sliding down his shaft.

She tried angling her hips several ways before she found one that was deep and still gave her mobility. Then she began to torture him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, teasing. She bent and kissed his sweaty chest then sat back up and ran her fingers over his pectorals and gently thumbed his nipples. His whole body jumped and he brushed her hands away.

She giggled and went back to touch them again. He reacted the same way, this time catching her wrists in his hands and holding them away from his chest. She pouted but he didn't let her go. Leaning back, she tried to toss one of her long streamers of hair over her shoulder, but it was stuck to her sweaty skin. Holding her wrists, Mamoru moved her hands down to her sides and used them to pull her faster and harder over him.

He groaned. She whimpered.

"More," she whispered, and he did it again. She was growing tired, not sure how much longer she could keep up the pace. He let go of her wrists and took her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, squeezing hard. She screamed and plunged down on him again. With ever flex of his hands as he pinched her sensitive tips she slammed onto him, hard and fast.

But then, thankfully, he rolled them back over and lifted her feet over his shoulders, taking her hard and deep, each thrust hitting her insides almost painfully. She screamed when his thumb found her clit again and she convulsed around him spasmodically, her orgasm so intense she lost her vision for a moment. He yelled as she tightened around him and with a furious grunt emptied himself inside her again.

Very slowly he pulled out of her, a little dribble of their mixed juices following after. He threw himself down beside her on the bed and pulled her over to rest her head on his chest as they both struggled to calm their breathing.

"That was round one," he whispered.

Usagi laughed. She couldn't wait for round two.

"Mamo-can? You know Chibi-Usa isn't born until my twenty-second birthday," she whispered. "I thought that meant..."

He cut her off and gave her a wicked grin. "Not everything is the way it seemed, Usako."

Usagi was confused. She turned her head on his chest and looked into his face. He was gazing at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Nani?" she asked.

"There are a few surprises in store for us apparently," Mamoru said, his voice happy. "I heard from the kind. A few changes happened because of all Chibi-Usa's trips to the past."

Worried, she sat up. "She didn't disappear?"

"No. But she isn't an only child anymore either." Mamoru laughed at her and she realized her face must have been frozen in a state of shock. She was shocked, and a bit happy. "She wasn't allowed to tell us last time she came to visit, and we weren't allowed to know for some reason until after Galaxia was defeated. Something about it causing more changes, I guess," he added.

"Oh!" She wrinkled her nose. "You know I'm still in high school though, right?"

"Yup. But apparently our oldest son is born just before you turn seventeen."

"Oldest son?" she wanted to clarify.

"Mm hmm," Mamoru said, then yawned.

"Oh Kami!" Usagi breathed. "But everything else is the same?"

"Yeah, except, Chibi-Usa's childhood was easier this time around." He yawned again. "I guess it's easier having a twin brother," he sighed, and started to snore.

To say Usagi was shocked was an understatement. Chibi-Usa had acted strange on her last visit, but she hadn't said a word. She'd only been with them for a week. It was no wonder Mamoru had wanted them to be married earlier. Usagi sighed, wondering how this would affect her schooling. She didn't mind the thought of more children. In fact, it made her happy, and the idea that Chibi-Usa had an easier time was even better.

That didn't mean Luna wasn't going to chew her out.

Then Usagi remembered. She wasn't going to take any of that from her advisor anymore. She was going to tell them all where they could stick it. And she was going to teach them that she wasn't a punching bag or a pin cushion any more. She drifted into sleep.

Usagi didn't know it (though, as the author, I do) but this night was the beginning of her journey to becoming Neo Queen Serenity. If she hadn't learned to stand up for herself as well as for others, she would have been no more than a puppet, and that would never do for the protector of the Solar System.

The HoneyMoon
Chapter Three
Usagi in Charge

Usagi was sore. Her muscles ached, her insides throbbed, and parts of her felt rubbed almost raw. She'd never been so happy in her life. The way Mamo-chan had looked at her, the way he'd growled, bitten her neck, and taken her were incredible and wonderful, and to her, very precious. Because it signified something to her. He no longer saw her as spun glass.

That didn't mean he was off the hook entirely of course. Oh no. He had some serious making up to do. She turned her head and watched him sleep. He was gorgous. Even naked and lightly snoring, with his mouth partly open, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. From this, or any other world.

She smiled. It was too bad she couldn't tie him up with vines like he had her. It would be fun to torture him... just a little... the way she had been tortured for so long. She suppressed a giggle. She wondered what might hold him. She slid quietly off the bed, biting back a groan. She planned to get a lot more sore before this honeymoon of theirs was over, so she might as well get used to it.

In one of the baskets Minako had left behind there were all sorts of goodies. Blindfolds, massage oils, vibrators... and if she remembered correctly, she'd seen two pairs of handcuffs. She grinned when she found them. The keys were in the locks. She took them out and tied them with a ribbon from the basket. Then she put that ribbon around her neck in a very short necklace, and tied it closed, the little keys clinking together as she stood back up.

When she turned back to the bed Mamoru was gone. She blinked, and then heard him in the bathroom. A moment later the shower turned on. She hid the handcuffs under the mattress and went to him. He smiled when he saw her and pulled her into the shower. He washed her hair, which felt a bit erotic, though she didn't understand why it affected her so much.

Then they washed each others bodies. It was a way for them to touch and explore, and learn all about each other. What they liked, and wanted, and what would drive the other wild. She noticed his nipples were extremely sensitive, and every time she touched them his whole body jerked. Especially his already hardened shaft. That part of his anatomy fascinated her.

She was very shy about touching him, but she wanted to prepare herself, because once she had him handcuffed to the bed, she planned on doing a lot of it. She ran her hands down over him, soaping him up as she felt her way around. His balls tightened and his shaft bounced. She enjoyed the thought that she was doing that to him, and wondered how many times he'd hidden an erection from her.

For a moment she wondered if he was planning on pressing her against the wall to take her again, but he shook his head and turned the water off. Probably he didn't want to slip and fall. It was a bit disappointing. That was one of the things she'd read about in the little romance novels she and the other girls passed back and forth between them.

Together they left the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist while hers was higher, up around her breasts, and another holding her hair up. Mamoru moved to the bed and stripped the comforter away before laying in the center and calling to her. She hid a mischievous grin and when he wasn't looking grabbed the cuffs, hiding them in one hand as she crawled up over him.

He stretched as he watched her. And she pounced. Grabbing one of his arms she forced it to the headboard and snapped the cuff onto him and the metal rod with little effort. He wasn't even really fighting her. Then she moved to the other hand. He growled at her and tried to grab her breast with his mouth.

She giggled and snapped the other cuff over his wrist before she pressed her nipple to his lips. "Did you want a taste?" she asked in her most innocent voice. His mouth opened and he pulled her in suckling her. She moaned, but pulled away.

"Turnabout is fair play," she whispered and pressed her own mouth to his nipple, kissing it gently. His whole body shifted as he tried to move it from her reach. Giggling, she straddled his thighs and bent her head to his other nipple. "I get to play now," she whispered.

Mamoru groaned loudly and she felt his length pressing into her stomach as she leaned over him. There was no denying his want for her. Or her need for him. Her slick arousal was quite evident as her moist center brushed against his thighs.

"It's my turn to torture you," she told him as she nipped at his neck. Scooting back down the bed she parted his legs, pressing them open so she could look and touch. With gentle hands she carefully explored, tracing the little line that went over the center of his sack and up his shaft. When she reached the head, his whole body jumped as she ran her finger over the small hole in the mushroomed head.

Her other hand slid down his belly and up along the other side of his erection. As she slid her palm over the tip he groaned loudly and bucked his hips. She did it again with the same results and looked up. He had a grin on his face, but his teeth were gritted together and his eyes were closed.

Curious, she watched his face as she made the motion a third time. His smile widened but his throat bobbed as he swallowed and his body jumped as though seeking her core. She had never felt more powerful.

She lifted his shaft so that he was pointing straight up and pressed her lips against the slit she found. He growled at her. She giggled and opened her mouth to run her tongue over it. A hint of precome touched her tongue and she tasted his salty flavor. He groaned again, his lips lifting suddenly so that the whole head of him entered her opened mouth. She sucked him in and let her tongue run over him in circles.

"Usako!" Mamoru sounded almost as though he was pleading with her. Deciding she wanted to tease him a little longer, she ran her tongue over the line that ran down his shaft and back towards his testes. He groaned her name and shifted under her. When she took him in her mouth his body jerked crazily under her.

"Please!"

She grinned. Her mouth traveled back up his shaft, leaving little kisses in her wake before she pulled the head of him in. Her hand wrapped around the bottom of him while she took in as much as she could. Her mouth spread wide open and she closed her lips around him, careful not to scrape the sensitive flesh with her teeth.

His groans grew louder, and for a moment she considered going further, trying some of the techniques she had read about. She wasn't feeling quite that confident however, and didn't want to ruin the moment by gagging over him. After a moment however, she found a rhythm that seemed to drive him wild.

"Usako!" he cried out again.

She giggled as she looked up at him. Apparently the sound vibrated over him because he opened his eyes and stared at her wildly. She lifted her head with a popping sound as she let him fall out of her mouth.

Kissing her way up his chest, she focused on his nipples again as her heat found his shaft. She rubbed back and forth over the length of him, pressing her swollen button down into his flesh. She heard a loud creaking sound and a thunderous crack before his hands found her hips and he lifted her slightly until he could impale her with a single thrust.

She gasped as he filled her and looked up at him in shock. His eyes were almost feral. Splintered wood littered the pillows and the two metal rods his cuffs had been attached to hung drunkenly from what remained of the headboard. She took all of this in in the brief second before his hands tightened even further on her hips and her slammed himself deep.

"Mamo-chan!" she screamed his name, the incredible feeling of him inside her nearly making her fly apart instantly. He rolled her over then, nearly sideways on the bed to keep the fragments of sharp wood away from her.

"You are incredible," he whispered, and suckled at her neck.

"I wanted to tease you longer," Usagi complained.

"I know," he whispered as he looked her in the eye. Mamoru laughed and bit down on her shoulder. When he raised his head again he looked back at the headboard. "But I don't think the bed could have survived it."

Usagi giggled. She knew she wasn't experienced, though she did have a few memories from their previous life to draw from. So the fact that she'd teased him to the point of destroying the bed made her feel powerful and happy. Granted, he did have super powers, but he wasn't even in henshin.

"You drive me crazy woman," he muttered, and pulled nearly out of her before thrusting harder than before.

"You've been doing that to me for years," she countered and he raised his eyebrows.

"Same," he said, and began a fast paced mating that had her chanting his name as he powered into her. She could feel the cold metal of the handcuffs against her sides, but she couldn't make her mind work enough to stop him and unlock them.

More quickly than she believed possibly her body and mind had reacted until she was screaming his name as he filled her in fast paced thrusts that drove her up and over the edge until she was shattering around him, her walls convulsing as he lost all control and slammed into her repeatedly. When she fell into the orgasm the tightening of her muscles pulled him in with her and she felt the hot spurts as he released himself deep inside of her.

"Usako!" he shouted triumphantly, and buried his face against her neck, biting her. She shuddered at the pleasure of it, still deep in the throes, feeling as though she was breaking apart, and loving every second of it.

Several minutes later, her legs still shaking, her body still pulsing in aftershocks, she smiled at the sound of his snores. He lay over her, still buried deep. Never before had she felt so powerful, womanly, and strong. She had done this to him, and she reveled in it. Suppressing a giggle at a slightly louder snore, she closed her eyes and settled in to enjoy the moment.

The HoneyMoon
Chapter 4
Soul-Bonding Problems

The white bikini was slightly uncomfortable. The strings dug into her sides a little, but she hoped it would have the desired effect. She wanted to drive her husband absolutely wild. Based on the past several hours, she was sure his reaction would be positive.

Now that she had finally gotten over her anger and frustration, she was excited to see what would happen when the Soul-Bond formed. She had done some research on it in the command center, and she was sure it would happen this time. Now that all the cards were on the table. She had expressed her frustration and he had seemed to understand, which was more than she had even hoped for.

Mamoru moved toward her, his hands opening and closing in what seemed like an automatic gesture to control himself. Usagi didn't want him to be in control. She wanted him to be fully open to her, to share with her completely.

She reached up automatically, sliding her hands up and around his neck, holding him close to her. His arms wrapped tightly around her. He held her like she was precious to him, and it was wonderful.

"Mamo-chan, please," she whispered.

"Usako," he answered, and kissed her.

"I love you Mamo-chan," she moaned when his head lifted.

"I love you Usako."

He lifted her into his arms then and held her tight. She moved to touch his chest. It always amazed her when she saw his muscles. Hidden as they always were by his school uniform or his tuxedo, it was hard to imagine he was so strongly built. Tight pectorals and firm abdominal muscles rubbed back and forth over her bare skin.

She wanted him to remove her bikini and take her before they even got to the beach, but he seemed to have other ideas. He carried her out to the balcony and through the extensive gardens. The way he held her made her feel precious and loved. When they finally reached the beach he lowered her into one of the lounge chairs and bent to kiss her again.

"You worked hard to create this, didn't you Usako?"

She nodded.

"Did you do this to please me?" he asked, his eyes hooded.

Again, she nodded. "I saw how you were when we went to the beach," she admitted.

"It's wonderful," he told her.

Usagi smiled. Maybe he was finally beginning to see just how strong she really was. That she wasn't weak. She didn't need to be taken care of. It was nice of course, but it wasn't necessary. She wanted him to realize she could take care of him too.

Mamoru lifted her into a sitting position and reached to untie the strings of her bikini. He gently pulled it off of her and lay her back before bending to capture one breast in his mouth. His breath whispered across her skin as he took her nipple gently. He pulled back and stared down at her breasts, moving his hand from one to the other, watching the nipples tighten into little buds.

It made her feel powerful that he was so entranced by her. She watched as he lowered his head and caught her nipple, licking, sucking, and biting it. Her head went back, and she groaned.

She could feel herself responding to Mamoru's touches. He moved from one breast to the other as though he could never have enough. She felt if he continued much longer they would both float off into space. She'd never felt so good, so desired.

One of his hands wrapped into Usagi's hair, and he pulled it gently, tilting her head back so he could kiss her throat. His fingertips slicked across her folds, rubbing along her dampening heat. His other hand went to his swim trunks and he pulled them away from his already engorged member. It fell heavily against her thigh. He spread her wider and pressed his fingers into her before moving further down along the chaise and lowering his mouth to her folds. His fingertips playing with the entrance to her now sodden channel.

He moved his tongue over her, playing with the bundle of nerves that stimulated her so well. And then his teeth were clamping down over it and she screamed in an instant release, wetting his fingers as he played with her folds. His teeth nipped, and his tongue swirled around the hardened button.

"Mine," he whispered, and it sent a shockwave through her. She couldn't help becoming even more aroused that he wanted her so badly. But he was still in control of himself, and to a degree, her.

Mamoru's hands roamed over Usagi. He touched her so gently and so firmly that it made her thrash under him in complete ecstasy. Then he was kissing his way back up her body, and he moved to lay over her.

"You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

Usagi could only nod. She spread her legs wider for him and felt his hard length against her. He was hot against her thigh. There was a wild fluttering in her belly as her arousal grew. The thought that he wanted her was beautiful.

He rubbed his thick, mushroomed tip up and down through her wetness and began to press inside. She felt the pressure of his invasion and moaned for him, driving him slightly more wild. He teased her, just pressing the head inside several times.

"Please," she whispered.

And he pressed deep, taking her in one powerful thrust. He pulled out slowly and then rammed back inside. His stiff cock pressing deep, and with each thrust she could feel him pulse within her. But the Soul-Bond still wasn't forming. Even in the midst of her pleasure she couldn't help but realize that. And it made her sad. Desperately sad. She wanted to be bonded to him forever.

Mamoru didn't seem fazed by the lack, and continued his pace until she forgot everything except breathing and pleasure. He took her to new heights of ecstasy with each powerful thrust inside her, and when her reached down and pressed his thumb to her swollen nub she screamed as she flew into an orgasm.

Her muscles contracted hard and she shook wildly as he pumped into her, releasing his own orgasm deep inside. They both lay there panting for several long minutes. She lifted her head and kissed him, and then he was pulling away, standing and redressing himself, and then her. It made her sad. Somehow she had thought they would continue their fun together. But maybe they neede to talk. Maybe they needed to see what was going on in each other's minds.

Usagi had forgiven him. So what was the problem? And then it hit her. Mamoru still didn't see her as an equal. With a sad sigh she lay one of the towels over the sand and laid down.

Usagi looked beautiful. She lay out on the beach in that simple white string bikini, her hair flowing behind her, this time not up in it's customary Odango look. Mamoru could admit he was stunned, and awed by her. He was also angry at himself for the way he had treated her. His heart ached for the tears she had cried. And he wondered just how many more she had hidden from him.

One thing he was certain of though. Their Soul-Bond hadn't formed. Which meant they still had work to do. He'd assumed that it would be a simple matter of making love to her. But that wasn't enough. It hurt his heart that there was still so much damage to their relationship. And in large part, it had been caused by him.

He could claim her all he wanted, but until she was open to him. Until she was sure that it would be forever, they would be stuck in this strange limbo. She loved him. There was no mistaking that. She wanted forever with him. That too was clear. But she wasn't open to him mentally or emotionally. And it was his own fault.

Because he had never let himself be open to her emotionally. He'd always just assumed he knew what was best for her, for them. Her words still struck at him. She had been so right. He hadn't treated her like his girlfriend. But like a child he had to care for. He hadn't shown her respect either. Or his devotion. How many times had he let other things, or other people come before her? How many times had he treated her like she didn't even matter?

His heart ached at the memories that bombarded him. And as he watched her, he noticed the changes he had been blind to for so long. The tension in her shoulders. The closed look in her eyes that had been open for so long. The way she held herself as though if she didn't hold on, she would shatter into a million pieces. He had done that to her.

Not just him. All of them. And she was right about that too. How many times had they ignored her? How many times had they, him, the advisors, and the other Senshi, belittled her? They'd treated her like she was stupid. Like she was a child. A worthless annoying child. When she had saved all of them. And not just in battle. All of them had been lonely and miserable before Usagi had come into their lives. And how had they repaid her kindness? They'd treated her like baggage.

It wasn't right, but he couldn't go back and change the past. All he could do now was to move forward. He would have a long road ahead of him, he was sure, to earn her trust back. Oh he was sure she knew he would always be there as Tuxedo Kamen. But did she know he would be there as Mamoru? Of course not. Because he never had been.

Everything had come before her.

Usagi turned over so that she was looking out into space. She stared for a long time, and he wondered what it was she was thinking about. It had been several long minutes since she'd lain on the towel, and she hadn't said much. He wanted to speak, wanted to find out what she was thinking, but for so long he had kept his silence. He didn't know where to start.

Finally, he gave up on finding the perfect words, and just moved to sit beside her. "Usako?"

She glanced over at him, letting him glimpse a single tear on her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb.

"It didn't work," she whispered.

"I know. And I think it's my fault. How can you be Soul-Bonded with me if you can't trust me?" he shook his head, sad and angry with himself.

"Mamo-chan..." she didn't finish, and he wondered what she was going to say. She seemed almost afraid.

"Usako," he breathed. "I've been an ass. A baka. I've spent so much time just assuming you would be there, that I focused on what I thought had to be done, instead of focusing on what I already had."

"Mamo..." Usagi shook her head and sat up. "I don't think you really understand, even now."

Mamoru frowned. He thought he had a pretty good idea of what she must be going through. "What don't I understand?" he asked, a bit frustrated.

Usagi sighed. "It's not me that's closed off. It's not me holding us back. I already forgave you." She let out a small sigh. "It's sort of my thing. I forgive. I accept that people want to change and I help them, even when no one listens to me. And I've known from the first night you fought beside me, that you were a good person, who wanted to do right. So I forgave. And I forgave and forgave, and forgave again."

"Usako..." Mamoru shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"No. Let me finish." Usagi scowled at him. "The problem here is that you don't see me. Oh, you're looking right at me, but you don't see me. You see someone small and fragile, that you have to care for, even now. Even after what we've shared. I could prove it to you a million times, and it won't change. You think I'm just some helpless, clueless girl that you'll have to care for. That I'm fragile and weak and worthless." She shook her head angrily. "You'll never let the bond happen because if you don't see me as an equal, you wont open your heart and your mind to me." She sighed when he clenched his fists in hurt and anger.

"Usako, it's not like that..." he tried, but she held up her hand.

"I'm not done Mamo-chan." She tossed her head. "Having sex, making love, whatever you want to call it, hasn't changed your mind. My throwing you hasn't either. I could defeat a million enemies, and it wouldn't make a bit of difference. And do you know why? Because you don't just assume I'm weak physically. You think I'm weak emotionally. Well let me ask you Mamo-chan, who suffered loss after loss after loss and kept going, even when there was nothing left to hope for? Who picked herself up and kept going? From the first Youma fight, all the way through the battle with Galaxia, I've struggled, often on my own. But you've never given me credit for that. No one has."

She stood then, and began to pace in front of him.

"When Luna insisted you were a Negaverse spy, who had faith in you? When you were taken by Beryl, who refused to give up, to fight to get you back? Who kept going when all she wanted to do was lay down and cry? And then when I got my memories back and no one else had theirs, who tried again and again to get all of you to remember, and then just soldiered on and kept fighting in spite of the heartache? Who suffered under Dimande? Who saved the world again and again and never gave up, never lost faith?"

She paused then, looking at him.

"You Usako."

"So why wont you see me as your equal?" She reached out a hand to him, but then pulled it back. "Until you realize I'm more than the person you've painted me as, the Soul-Bond will never form. Our connection will be weak. I won't be treated like I'm less than you or the others. I'm done. I've had it. I'm going to listen to my own judgement now. Because as much as I love you, as much as I want to be together forever, I can't do it by myself. Am I the only one who will ever fight for our love?"

Mamoru was angry. He didn't know where the anger came from, but her words were like sharp little knives driving into him.

"You think I don't fight for our love? Who rescued you? Who saved you from Dimande?"

"Saving me? That's what you call fighting for our love?" Usagi laughed. "Let me ask you then, when was the last time you planned a date? Called me because you missed me? Tried to get me to open up about something. Cooked me a meal when I wasn't already at your place? When was the last time you stopped a movie or put down a book because losing out on time with me hurt? Deep down, you just assumed I would be there. Always just assumed that I would stay because I couldn't do better. Right? Because you think you're so much more important than me? Because you're smarter than me? Why?" She let out a bitter laugh.

"Sure, I struggle with school, but when it really counts, I work hard for it. I've devised battle plans while the rest of you slept. I've worked myself nearly to death to get my skills to match the other Senshi. I've trained harder, studied longer, worked later. And I never asked for anything. I never asked for praise... though it would have been nice if any of you noticed. You, who have a link with me, a link that tells you every time I henshin, you knew when I was out patrolling the city alone, or working on my attacks, or physically training by myself. And you never said a word. Neither did Luna, or the girls. None of them have to work as hard as I do. And I never complained, and I never gave up... And it never mattered."

Usagi paced back and forth. Her legs kicked up the sand on the beach she had created. Her face was a study of expressions.

"I've always been open to you. From the moment we met. I've been an open book. I started falling for you so long before you even noticed me, but even after we were together, you wouldn't let me in. And you automatically think the reason the Soul-Bond isn't formed is because I don't trust you?" Usagi almost snarled the words at him. "Maybe you should take time to rethink that."

She turned and walked away. Mamoru growled. This was becoming a habit with her. A habit he didn't want to continue. She shouldn't be walking away from him. He hadn't even had a chance to respond. A chance to explain.

He stopped.

Wasn't that the problem? Why would he respond when he hadn't really thought about what she'd said?

The HoneyMoon
Chapter 5
Honesty

He had spent several hours thinking about what Usagi had said to him. She was taking a long bath, and he left her to enjoy it while he sat in the bedroom at a small table and sipped at a cup of coffee. Her temper had cooled quickly, thankfully, but she had pressed him once again to stop and think about what was happening between them.

The problem was, Mamoru could see that both of them had issues to resolve. While he knew she was right about a lot of what she had said, her words had only proved to him that she was still waiting for him to abandon her. And if she thought he would leave, then she could not believe they would be together forever. That was one of the three requirements. They had to love one another completely. They had to be willing to be together forever. And they had to be open with one another, honest with each other.

That last part was difficult for Mamoru. He had so many thoughts, and it was ingrained in him not to share. Not because he didn't think she could handle it. No, it was something that had been in him since childhood, when the orphanage had killed his hope that anyone could accept him for who he was.

Usagi came out of the bathroom, a soft robe was wrapped around her. She had her hair up in a towel on top of her head. He smiled over at her. She was quite beautiful. And unfailingly kind. If he wanted this marriage to work, he had to be willing to break down the barriers he had built to protect himself. He had to start trusting that she would stay at his side, be his partner in all things.

"Usako," he called and swallowed thickly. He had to get this out. Had to finally tell her. "I've been thinking about everything you said."

Usagi turned to look at him, before she went to the vanity and picked up her brush.

"Are you sure you're ready to talk about this Mamoru?" her voice sounded defeated and sad.

"I think so," he answered truthfully. "To be fair, I don't think all of this will be dealt with in a single conversation though."

Her shoulders seemed to straighten at his words. He could almost feel hope filling her, and that heartened him. There was hope, if he was willing to share, willing to open himself up to her, be honest with her.

"This is really… difficult," he confessed. "But let me explain something first, please?"

She turned then, and looked at him with sadness and understanding. "Mamo-chan…" he watched as she covered her face with both hands. For several long minutes she simply stood there, almost glowing. Then she walked back to him and sat down.

"I do see you as my equal. Perhaps even more than that. I don't want you to think that I don't because you really did make an impression on me. Please believe that."

She stared at him for a long moment, then nodded halfheartedly. Her eyes were shimmering with unchecked emotion. He knew she wanted to believe him. But that was another thing that would take time.

"I think the reason that I've always been so closed off is because I don't know who I am." He frowned, staring at a freckle on her leg as he tried to find the right words to explain it to her. "When our memories returned, my childhood was still missing."

She gasped. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, sounding more upset than he would have thought. Before he could answer she had crossed the room to him. She bent, taking his head in both hands, and kissed his forehead. Silvery light shone from her and a moment later his mind seemed to open.

Memories hit him. Sitting in a sandbox, a large dump truck between his legs, as he pushed it back and forth watching the track marks in the sand. Hearing his mother calling him for lunch and dropping the toy to race to her, grinning when she picked him up and twirled him around. Jumping in rain puddles while holding onto his father's hand. A shiny new bicycle, his mother encouraging him while his father held the seat and promised not to let go. Sitting at the table eating dinner, just him, his mother and father. Making a clay cup for his mother, so proud because he knew she would love it.

He wasn't remotely ashamed of the tears that fell down his cheeks. His arms wrapped around his wife and he pulled her close, bent his head to her shoulder, and cried. It wasn't something that he did often. Almost never had he cried. Only a few times, when he'd thought he had lost Usagi had tears ever come to his face since the day he'd accepted the rose in the hospital. The rose she had given to him. His hope.

Usagi was his hope. His light. His everything. It felt like a door opened in his mind and he realized that with her, with his tiny little wife, he could finally be completely honest about who he was, and how he thought, and what he felt. He could be free with her. It wouldn't be an overnight thing, but he knew they had more than a thousand years to go.

Usagi wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, just sitting in what must have been a very uncomfortable position for him while he clung to her and let out emotions he had been holding in for a very long time. His tears were like a balm to her soul. She had always shared everything with him, and now he was trusting her enough to share the same way. That, more than anything else, told her that he finally understood.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know before Mamo-chan," she murmured. "I would have done that a long time ago."

He nodded, still not able to talk. She turned in his arms and moved gently off his lap, before pulling him to his feet. His eyes were red rimmed and looked swollen. She turned away and hurried to the bathroom. She wet a cloth with cold water and went back to him, gently using it to wipe his eyes.

Together they moved to the bed, and she urged him to lay down, before she took the spot next to him and turned so they were face to face.

"Mamo-chan?" she asked, unsure if he was ready to talk.

He blinked. "I didn't know you could just do that," he finally admitted. "I always just thought they would come back when I found you, but when they didn't I thought they were gone for good."

Usagi frowned, wishing she had thought to talk to him about it before. She pushed him all the time to talk, but she had never really delved into his memories about his parents, somehow feeling he wasn't willing to share them just yet.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I should have asked. I just assumed they had come back."

"It's not your fault Usako. I'm not exactly the most open person."

"I know," she told him, and leaned in to kiss his nose. "And I know I'm a lot younger than you are, but…"

Mamoru put a finger to her lips.

"It's not about you. It's about me. I've had so many problems opening up. I've known Motoki for years, and I've never shared with him either."

"So," Usagi urged. "What were you thinking about earlier?"

Mamoru sighed. "So many things," he confessed. "I thought about why I don't talk, and why I've been holding myself back from you. It wasn't just the fear that I would hurt you Usako. It's the thought that…" again he swallowed. "I've always felt like… I'm not good enough. Not for you… Not for anyone." he trailed off

Usagi could only stare at him for a long moment. She completely understood what he meant. "Did you know I have felt the same way since we met?" she asked quietly. "That I was too immature, too wild, too loud, too stupid to be loved…"

Mamoru gasped. "How did you… deal with it?" he asked.

"I didn't," she answered honestly. "I bottled it up and let it fester. Add in everything all of you have said over time and it became this great big chasm in my mind. And then, when we got here, the way you acted…" she shrugged. "I lost my temper. Maybe I should have done it years ago. Because I started to realize I was worth more than any of you knew or saw."

"I really am sorry Usako." He took her hand in his and held it. "I never even realized what I was doing to you."

Usagi nodded, resting a hand under her face. "Mamo-chan, why don't you think you're good enough?"

Mamoru was surprised when a single tear fell. He didn't cry. Not normally. Putting into words how he felt was a challenge.

"Because I remember," he said finally.

"Remember what?" she asked, obviously unsure.

"Being evil," he said finally.

"Oh Mamo-chan!" she breathed, and she pulled him against her fully and wrapped her arms tightly around him, holding him as close as she could.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, she pulled his head back and stared into his midnight blue eyes. "Chiba Mamoru," she whispered. "Do you really think any of us would have fared better? You were put into that…" she frowned. "Coffin?" she asked, unsure what word she was looking for. "And you were tortured into believing you were evil. They stole everything that made you my Mamoru and replaced it with bitter memories and hatred. The amount of dark energy they put in you…" she trailed off, saddened again by what had been done to him. "And still you fought it. Still you raced to my rescue more than once. You were almost free once. Don't you see? No one could have done more."

Mamoru was stunned. His heart was more full than he ever could have imagined. He couldn't imagine his life without his beautiful wife in it. He ran his hand over her cheek, amazed at the simple beauty. She had no idea how appealing she was. Even after so many had chased after her she could not see what they saw in her. He saw her though. The honey blonde hair, soft alabaster skin and blushing cheeks. Her cerulean eyes that held so much emotion, and such wisdom that he had never understood.

Again he was struck with the thought that she was more than he could ever be. And yet, she wanted only to be his equal. A memory rose to the surface. He had been dead. He'd known it, even accepted it after a time. And then he wasn't. He was floating in the air above the cauldron staring at an angel.

His angel. His Usako. She had saved him. Not only him, but all the others. She had brought them back. She'd been unclothed, but it wasn't in a sexual way. Large white wings had sprouted from her back. She was innocence and wisdom wrapped together in that moment. And though she was beautiful and magnificent, she had run to him, clung to him as though he were the most important being in all creation. He had been humbled beyond anything.

Now that same young woman was wrapped in his arms, and on her left hand she wore his rings. Rings that showed they belonged together. He couldn't imagine a more perfect woman for himself. She was staring at him with love shining from her eyes.

Now that he was beginning to fully see and understand who she was, to see her inner strength, he realized just how much he had let her down. Never again would he underestimate her. He wouldn't let others do so either. From now on, he was going to help and encourage her in all things.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, inside and out?" he asked in a husky whisper.

Usagi blushed prettily. He took her lips then, still touching her face, and kissed her gently, trying to show her that he adored her, that he loved her and wanted her forever. Not just in his life, or his bed, but in his heart and his mind. He wanted her to see all of him. The things he had kept hidden, even from himself.

Their lips met again and again, sweet drugging kisses that showed tender empathy and gentle devotion. He tugged at the tie that held her robe closed as he moved from her lips to her neck, adding lingering kisses her to her soft skin. His fingertips trailed down her shoulder to her arm as he gently pressed her onto her back.

He wanted to show her how special, how important she really was to him. He wanted her to know that he would be there forever, be her supporter, and he would finally accept her support in return. Because she loved him. All of him, flaws and all.

Nibbling at her shoulder he groaned in delight at the way her body responded to him. She was light and joy for him, and he wanted to share that, wanted her to know he saw her in every way now.

"You are the best person I've ever met," he whispered into the crook of her neck. "The kindest, most generous, loving person on the planet, he added into the hollow of her throat." He trailed kisses down between her breasts, and with both hands pulled them together, gently nibbling at her sensitive flesh. He licked circles around her nipples, tasting and touching each, enjoying the flavor of her.

"Mamo-chan," she whispered, "I love you so much."

He lifted his head and smiled at her. "I know," he said simply. "I love you Usako. I love every little bit of you. You are so small and delicate, and yet so strong." He bent and supped at her nipples, delighting in her moans and the way she clung to his hair. Her nipples peaked in his mouth and he nibbled on them, causing her to arch against him.

Slowly he made his way down her body, stopping to kiss her belly, praying that life had already taken hold there, before he moved further down. She opened her legs, seeming to sense his need to show her how he felt.

He worshipped her, his head buried between her thighs, his tongue and lips working over her folds, enjoying the rush of fluids she released in her excitement for him. He moved up slightly to suck at her button, stimulating her as he pressed a single finger deep within her.

"Mamo… I want it to be together," she whispered.

Understanding her need he moved back up her body, and kissed her soft lips as he pressed inside, moving slowly, gently. Not because he was holding back, but because he wanted to savor every moment with her. This was making love. In its own way, just as passionate as their earlier fiery connections.

She moaned as he filled her completely. There was a rush of warm wind over their skin as they became one.

"So beautiful," she murmured, looking up. He lifted his head and took his gaze from her to see a brilliant light of silvery gold hovering over them, forming a dome. Ribbons of that same light spun gently around, wrapping them together as music filled the air, sweet, beautiful, almost poignant. There was a touch of sorrow to the melody, and he wondered if it had to do with their deaths and the long separation that followed before they met again.

They moved together, their bodies seeming to speak to one another. As the music swelled and the breeze played over them, they met and parted again and again in a slow rhythm, staring into each other's eyes. It was the most open he had ever been, and he was so thankful that she had given him a chance, had reminded him that she could be the strong one, that he bent and kissed her.

Their mouths mimicked their hips, and he moaned as she suckled at his tongue in the same way her inner walls squeezed his hard member. He panted, the movements increasing in depth and speed. She released him to moan and he stole her tongue in return. He nibbled at her lips, and licked the bottom one before plunging back in for another taste.

Her needs filled his head. Her need to be filled, to be loved, to be accepted completely by him. He could almost hear her thoughts as he plunged into her. Her hands clutched at him, pulling him closer and closer as they pushed each other toward their breaking point.

:: Mamo-chan, Mamo-chan, Mamo-chan :: he heard her chanting, though he had recaptured her tongue. It took a moment to realize he could hear her speaking to him mentally. He concentrated, listening to her fevered cries.

:: Usako! :: he thought wildly, and felt her moment of surprise when she heard his mental voice. He pulled his head back to smile at her. :: I love you Usako,:: he declared.

:: I love you Mamo-chan, :: she answered.

He could feel them reaching the pinnacle, closer and closer until together they cried out in joy as he pressed deep and held, her pulsating walls milking him. He buried his head in the crook of her shoulder and held her tight.

:: I'm never letting go, :: he promised. The ribbons of the Soul Bond were wrapping them tighter and tighter, until it almost felt that he couldn't move.

:: I'll never let you go, :: she swore, and her fingers delved into his hair again as she wrapped her legs around his.

The bands pulled them closer until they felt like they were really one body for a long moment. He knew it would take time to fully repair the bond, so he lay there, content to be in her arms, and have her in his. Forever.

The HoneyMoon
Chapter 6
Difficult Truths

In the sixteen days that remained of their honeymoon, Usagi and Mamoru had grown closer. He had begun to open up more, and she had learned to express herself better. They both knew there were things they would have to work on, but he was so thankful to have a new bond with her that it didn't seem all that difficult. Especially since she couldn't hide her emotions from him and pretend she wasn't feeling hurt.

He grinned down at her. He'd convinced her to take three extra days because August vacation meant they had the time. If he was honest, he didn't want to share her just yet. But that morning he had made a short trip to earth while she was sleeping, and now he was waiting impatiently for her to move to the side so he could take a look at what he had purchased. It was the real reason he had for extending their time together and he was excited and nervous.

"I don't really want to look," Usagi said, closing her eyes. "What if you're wrong?"

"I'm telling you, it's positive," Mamoru insisted. "I just know it."

Usagi frowned. "But what if it's all changed again because we argued, or I don't know, because we got married early or something."

Mamoru grinned. "I'm telling you Usako. It's positive. I felt something when I kissed your belly."

"You mean you had a vision?" she asked.

"No," he frowned, trying to find the right words, "more like I could feel a new presence."

She bit her lip, looking absolutely incredible and Mamoru couldn't help pulling her into his arms and kissing her breathless. When he finally let her up for air she giggled and hugged him close. He took the opportunity to look over her shoulder and saw the word very clearly on the screen. His wife was pregnant. He wanted to do a happy dance, but first he had to convince Usagi to actually turn around and look.

"Usako, please just look at it," he cajoled. She sighed and finally turned, though he noticed her eyes were tightly shut. With a laugh he kissed her neck. "Open your eyes baby," he urged.

When she finally did he wondered if he would go deaf from the pitch of her happy squeal. She started jumping up and down wildly, then stopped looking adorably confused, and turned to him.

"Is it bad to jump when you're pregnant?" she asked.

Mamoru couldn't help chuckling. "I doubt it at this stage," he said.

But instead of jumping up and down his wife threw her arms around him and squealed again before bursting into happy tears. He was more thankful for the Soul-Bond than he could express in that moment. Otherwise he might have assumed she was upset about being pregnant. Instead he could feel the upwelling of joy and happiness filling her.

"I know the perfect way to celebrate," he said, pulling her even closer as he moved out of the bathroom and toward the bed. Her legs lifted and wrapped around his waist.

He veered to the foot of the bed and laid her down. This was something else they had discovered together. He could lay her down and stand before her, giving him a better angle and more stamina. The height of the bed was perfect for them to be in this position.

He couldn't stop his own little worries. He didn't want to crush her under him. He knew it was a ridiculous thought, but she was carrying his child, and he wanted to protect her.

Once she was laid down he stared at the little white sundress she wore. It was adorable with a heart shaped neckline that accentuated the growth of her breasts and flowed gently over her hips. He reached for the bodice, the edge of the lacy cups, and promptly tore it in half. Her laughing gasp urged him on and her front clasping bra was soon opened. He pulled one nipple into his mouth and tweaked the other gently.

His other hand was busily shoving his pants down so that he could get to her. Her legs spread wider in invitation and he lifted his head so he could focus on tearing her underwear off her. She was his, and she was carrying his baby, and he needed her more than he ever had before. He felt like a teenager who had never seen a girl before as he guided himself into her waiting heat.

With a sigh he sunk home and ground against her. The little panting moans she made drove him nearly insane with lust and he found himself holding her hips tightly and thrusting into her again and again until he couldn't see or think, but only feel.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, changing the angle. He was so deep inside and she was hot and wet and clinging to him like a second skin. Sensation was everything in that moment as her body hugged his and when he reached out and touched her nub she convulsed around him, screaming as she came undone in his arms. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to pump into her, holding her tight.

The instinctive drive to possess her completely had taken over and Mamoru continued to pound into her, calling out her name as he held her tightly. She was his. Only his. Forever. With a loud groan at that thought he emptied himself inside her and bit down on her neck, leaving his mark for all to see.

When they could finally speak again, Usagi giggled. "Now you have to buy me a new dress," she teased.

Mamoru smiled. He was relatively sure most of the clothing she owned would be ruined within a month. He didn't mind that in the slightest however. He imagined finding more clothes for her that he could tear off her body and instantly he was ready for her again. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to wait another hour before returning home, he kissed her again as he began to move.

Usagi giggled happily as she and Mamoru appeared in their apartment with their bags. Though she'd really wanted to stay alone with him for about another millennia, she knew they both had responsibilities. She had school, and he had a job while he was busy deciding what he wanted to do now that they knew their future was coming closer.

Usagi had argued that he shouldn't give up his dreams of becoming a doctor, especially after Galaxia had taken so much from him, but he had argued that if the Calamity came when she was twenty-two he wouldn't have enough time to finish his residency before the world changed irrevocably.

Now however, Mamoru was busily whispering in her ear all the different places he could make love to her now that they had returned to earth, and reminded her that their new apartment hadn't been christened yet. She giggled again, but was stopped from kissing him when the lights turned on suddenly and several girlish voices called out a loud, "Surprise!"

She barely held in the scream of fear as her heart tried to pound it's way out of her chest. "MINNA!" she cried (AN: everybody).

Before she could even finish turning she was surrounded and covered in hugs. "Late to your own party," Rei joked.

Usagi giggled and blushed, carefully not looking at her husband. They didn't need to know why they'd been late. Although she did want to tell them the news about the baby. She wasn't sure how long she could hold it in. She wanted to wait for the perfect moment. Maybe when her family and Naru and Umino and Motoki and Reika were all there as well as the Outers and maybe even the Starlights and princess Kakyuu. She knew she was being silly, but she didn't want to leave anyone out.

:: Should we wait to tell them? :: she asked Mamoru.

:: I say lets see when it feels right. I'm really excited and want to just blurt it out, but I think we'll know when the perfect moment comes. ::

:: Okay. I love you Mamo-chan. ::

:: I love you Usako. ::

She turned her attention to what Makoto was doing. "CAKE!" she screamed happily and raced to her tall friend. "Makoto you love me, you love me!" And she hugged her tightly.

Ami giggled and held out a fork and Minako pulled a container of ice cream from the freezer while Rei brought a plate over to Mamoru, who was still standing there, looking a bit bemused.

"I missed you," Minako said. "I know we talked every day, but it just wasn't the same."

"I missed you too Mina," Usagi fibbed. She had been a bit too preoccupied with her new husband to actually miss anyone, but she would never hurt her feelings by telling her so.

Mamoru couldn't keep his eyes off his wife as she smiled and ate the large piece of chocolate cake Makoto had cut for her. He wanted to tell everyone to leave and take her to the bedroom for the next week or two. Perhaps a week. Maybe a month. He hid his growing attention and his groan when she licked away an errant bit of chocolate on her bottom lip.

How had he ever gotten so lucky?

His little bride was the most beautiful, passionate, caring woman he had ever met. She met him need for need in the bedroom. She was incredibly wise and caring about what was in his mind and heart. She was sweet and kind to everyone she met, and she forgave easily. How many times had he hurt her? And yet she still adored him as much as she had the moment they'd shared their first kiss. He was the luckiest man on Earth.

Usagi sat down next to him on the couch and leaned against his shoulder, the cake and ice cream already gone. "Do you realize we still have to open all those presents and then make thank you cards?" she asked, nodding her head to the pile her father and brother must have brought after they'd left for their honeymoon.

Mamoru gulped. "Thank you cards?" he asked wearily.

She giggled. "Don't worry, I think Mina-chan will help," she said conspiratorially.

"Mina will help with what?" the excited blonde hurried over and sat in the chair next to them.

"Opening the gifts and making thank you cards."

"Yay!" Minako bounced in her seat. "We can write down who sent what as we open them, and just sort of fill in the blanks on the notes. Maybe we can do them on the computer and then you two can sign them after they're printed. It would save a lot of time."

Mamoru was impressed, but then, when it came to gifts, Minako was a bit of an expert. He'd turned to her for help several times when it was Usagi's birthday or Christmas.

He heard the sound of a clearing throat and turned to see Luna sitting on their small table, looking up at them.

"I want to talk to the two of you about something," Luna said in a quiet voice. Everyone turned to look, wondering what was happening. "You are three days late, and while I am aware that you let the girls know, I need to say it was very irresponsible of you both. You have responsibilities here and you cannot just whimsically decide not to meet them."

Mamoru couldn't help staring at the cat. They'd been home less than twenty minutes and were being lectured for taking a few extra days for their honeymoon. He wanted to explain why he'd convinced Usagi to take the extra time, but he waited.

Luna continued before there was time to say anything. "Usagi you have Senshi duties. You might think that because Galaxia is defeated you can shirk those responsibilities but you can't. You need to shape up and work harder." Her voice had risen and for a long moment everyone in the room stared at the cat in silence.

Mamoru looked over at his wife. Usagi didn't need him to fight her battles for her. She only needed him to back her up. Wordlessly he pushed feelings of support and trust to her and she smiled at him gratefully and nodded.

"That's enough Luna," Usagi said, her head held high. "I talked to Minako and told her what was happening. She knew to call me if anything came up. My homework for the break is completed, my responsibilities were all met, and I checked in daily. I will not apologize for granting the first request my husband made of me. I was quite relieved for the extra time, and I know we both needed it."

"Usagi, you should have been there for every senshi meeting," Luna argued. "You are supposed to be the leader and the future queen, and yet I never see any signs that you are growing into that future. You don't take your job seriously, and I for one have had enough of…"

"Stop speaking now, or get out of my house Luna," Usagi said, her voice calm but icy. "You want me to show you the queen? I can do that. Luna, until you learn to show me some respect you are no longer my advisor."

Mamoru was shocked beyond the ability for speech.

"Usagi!" Ami said, sounding scandalized.

The bluenette stared at her and Usagi wanted to scream. No one ever gave her the benefit of the doubt. Squaring her shoulders, Usagi prepared to explain, but she wasn't given the chance.

"You need to show some respect!" Rei yelled, staring at her with wide eyes. "All Luna is doing is trying to teach you. Why can't you ever listen?" she asked.

Usagi laughed. It wasn't a happy, pretty, giggling laugh, and she knew it. It was instead full of all the heartache and anger and misery the girls and Luna had put her through over time. She was very glad in that moment that the Outers hadn't been invited to this little surprise party. If party was the right word. It seemed more an excuse to ambush her and belittle her for having a moment of happiness.

After everything they had all been through, didn't she deserve a honeymoon? Couldn't they be happy for her long enough for her to have a few extra days with her husband. Only Minako was aware they'd even argued, and that only because she'd asked why it took so long to forge the Soul-Bond, but the rest of them should have realized that they needed time.

With a sad sigh, she finally said the words she had been holding back for so long.

"Enough Rei. You have no right to talk to me about listening. None of you do." She shook her head, wishing she didn't have to have this discussion today of all days. "Did any of you think to ask why we needed the extra time?"

The girls shook their heads, but Usagi wasn't waiting for a response. "I think that particular information can wait for now," she said with a sigh. "Right now I think all of you need to take a very close look at how you have been treating me, and my abilities since the moment we met."

Rei opened her mouth to respond but Usagi held up a hand imperiously. "Let me speak," she ordered, her tone much calmer than her heart. "None of you have ever really listened to me. Not you Luna, not you girls, or even the Outer Senshi. You don't hear me when I say something. You don't respect me, or my abilities, and you make assumptions."

She sighed, but remained as still and calm as she could. If they wanted a queen she would give them a queen. She sat, shoulders back, head held high, and stared them down. "From day one I was able to sense things about people." She stared hard at Luna.

"I was sure Tuxedo Kamen was on our side, and I was met with scorn and hostility. When I suggested asking him what he was after, it got even worse. When we met Ami, I knew she was good, and you Luna, argued that she might be from the Negaverse. The same happened with Rei because of her powers, and you told me Makoto was dangerous because she was so strong."

Usagi sighed. "When I said there was something wrong, something frightening about Seijoru and Natsume, I was mocked and told I was either too naive about boys or too jealous over Mamoru. When I was concerned there was more to the story with Chibi-Usa, it was the same thing all over again. You assumed it was jealousy speaking." Her eyes stung thinking about those days.

Shaking her head, Usagi continued. "Every time I met someone connected to us, I just knew there was something special and important about them. The Outers, especially Hotaru, the Starlights, Chibi-Chibi. Every time. I just knew. But when I tried to say something I was ignored, or worse, ridiculed. And I have never been wrong. Not once."

She sighed again, feeling emotionally wrung out. "I needed more training than the girls from day one. That's quite true. I had no idea how to fight, had no instincts for it. But I never stopped trying. I never stopped showing up and doing what needed to be done. I worked hard and practiced long. I got better and better until a time came when I couldn't remember the last klutz attack I'd had, or the last time I had run screaming in a blind panic. Instead of noticing I was trying and working with me to get better, what did I get? More ridicule."

"Was I always the most responsible? Of course not. But keep in mind I was fourteen when you gave me this brooch Luna, just like the other girls. I got lost reading manga, or showed up late for the occasional meeting, I stared after Tuxedo Kamen like a star struck teenager. But that was two years ago, and you haven't given me a bit of credit for changing since then. None of you have."

She felt Mamoru silently urging her to continue, to get the rest of it out, and she squeezed his hand gratefully.

"That would have been bad enough, but then there was the teasing. Calling me stupid, calling me fat, drawing me as a pig," she stared hard at Luna, "constantly calling me a crybaby or saying I was lazy, when in fact I was just really hurt or sad," she stared at Rei. "Implying I was less intelligent because I didn't get the same grades as the genius in our group. Implying I was weak because I wasn't as powerful as the one with physical strength in our group. Implying I was emotionally handicapped because I wasn't as wise as the spiritually gifted one in our group. Implying I was unskilled because I wasn't as good as the most trained in our group."

Usagi sighed again, and wondered how many times she had since she'd started speaking. "But none of you considered what my strength was. In fact, you ignored it to such an extent that it nearly got us killed. When I did finally increase my abilities in all those other areas, instead of acknowledging my hard work, I was told it wasn't good enough."

She sucked in a breath. "And then there's the princess. I think all of you just assumed that because I was a princess in my past life, I should be acting like one in this life." She shook her head. "Did any of you realize Serenity was miserable? That her back ached from sitting 'properly' or her feet hurt from dancing with suitors who wouldn't keep their hands where they were supposed to be? That she was taught not to laugh because it wasn't proper? She had hours and hours of training on the proper way to hold a fan, the proper way to cough, the proper way to excuse herself to use the restroom."

"I don't want that in this life. I want to laugh. I want to be excited about a new manga, or the newest Sailor V game. I want to eat as much as I want and run as fast as I can, and not worry about any of that until I have to. Maybe you didn't hear what's coming. I will be alone. Completely alone for a very long time while the rest of you sleep. Would you rather I spend that time remembering how to sit, or remembering a prank I pulled on my brother, a race with some kid I met in the park, holding hands with my Mamo-chan, and laughing with my friends? I know which one I would choose," she finished sadly.

Finally she closed her eyes and stood. "Mamoru and I took an extra three days for our honeymoon. There were no battles. I learned everything there was to know from the one meeting you had because V-chan told me, and my family was well aware of the change, as were all of you. We had our time away, and I am quite happy to take up my duties now that I am home," she paused and looked at everyone.

"Usagi," Luna said, and she moved to step forward.

She felt tears flowing down her cheeks. "I was so happy," she whispered. "I had such good news."

Mamoru reached out and squeezed her hand again. She turned and kissed him quickly before heading to the hallway. She looked back one last time. "This discussion is over," Usagi said finally, and left the room.

The HoneyMoon
Chapter 7
Jealousies

There was a shocked silence when Usagi left the room.

"What just happened?" Makoto asked, sounding confused. "We were just supposed to be here to celebrate. She looked so sad…" she trailed off, staring at the doorway.

Mamoru sighed. "I'll tell you what happened," he said quietly. "Usagi was the happiest she's ever been twenty minutes ago, and now… she's not. She's feeling hurt and angry, and a little lost because no matter how hard she tries, someone always finds fault with it."

He shook his head. "Let me add on to this what she didn't say, because maybe you need to be reminded just as much as I did."

"What?" asked Rei, sounding hurt and annoyed.

"When Usagi met me I teased her unmercifully. I called her names, and treated her like an annoying kid. I belittled her and made her feel bad for the way she ate, talked, laughed, and enjoyed life. That didn't stop her from coming to help me when she realized I was hurt, from including me when she realized I was lonely, or from loving me completely and unconditionally."

Minako nodded, and gave him a small, encouraging smile.

"When Usagi met you, Luna... you were alone, and hungry. She not only accepted you as a friend and advisor, she made you part of her family, and even battled Shingo to let you stay. When you were sad, what did Usagi do? Cuddled and comforted. No questions asked." He stared hard at the cat who looked suitably chastened.

"When Usagi met you Ami, you were ostracized by people and called a snob because you didn't talk to anyone. She ignored them and took a closer look. Instantly she realized that you were shy and smart, and you didn't have a lot of experience interacting with people. She realized you weren't a snob and became your friend, and more than that, a sister." Before he had finished speaking the bluenette was weeping.

"When Usagi met you Rei, you were being blamed for the disappearances on the busses that went missing. People were treating you horribly because you had spiritual gifts and could see the future. Usagi not only saw through their words, she confronted them and stood up for you. She became your friend and confidant, and again, a sister." Rei sniffled and wiped at several tears.

"When Usagi met you Makoto…"

The girl interrupted him. "People were talking about me behind my back. Making assumptions because I was kicked out of my last school for fighting. She not only defended me, she was never afraid of me. And when she discovered I was an orphan, she made sure her mother knew and Ikuko-mama treated me like one of her own. She made me her sister," she concluded, and also broke down.

"And Minako…" He grinned. "New to the area and a bit nervous, she just grabbed you up and took you on without a second thought. You two have been almost twinlike ever since. She again, made you a sister."

Mamoru sighed. "I'm not going to tell you that it's all your fault. Honestly, Usagi needs to work on speaking up for herself. If she hadn't gotten so angry with me and lost her temper, we might not be as close as we are now. Because I didn't treat her right either."

Artemis, who had been sitting silently through both confrontations, coughed. All eyes turned to the white feline. "I think we need to give Mamoru and Usagi some time alone." He turned his eyes to Mamoru. "Thank you for reminding us how much our girl loves us all. Could you tell her I'll come by and see her tomorrow with Minako?"

Mamoru nodded and stood to usher the group out. Most of the girls were weeping, but Minako stopped to give him a hug and a whispered, "thank you." She looked happier than he'd seen her in a long time, and Mamoru realized she must have been Usagi's confidant through a lot of her troubles.

When the room was empty he quickly put the food away and then hurried to the bedroom to see if Usagi was alright. She was lying across their bed, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He scooped her up and held her.

"I'm sorry I left," she whispered.

Mamoru bent and kissed her. "Don't be," he said. "I'm very proud of you, and I think Minako and Artemis are too. The others might need some time to think about what we both said, but I know they'll come around."

Usagi nodded, but she still looked very sad. "I really wanted to tell them. I was so happy."

"I know," he tightened his hold. "Let's give it a day, you and I can keep the secret tonight and then we can tell family first."

"What if my mom and dad are mad at me too?" she asked in a tiny voice. "What if they think I'm irresponsible? Or what if they get mad I'm pregnant?"

"Usagi," Mamoru promised, holding his little wife tight. "They won't be. Tomorrow we'll go over and have breakfast with your parents, and Shingo. You'll see. They'll love you just the same as they always have. And we can tell them first."

Usagi nodded and he sighed in relief. He wished their homecoming had been better for her. Having their exciting news dampened in such a way surely hurt her as much as it did him. But he was determined to make sure the others realized what they could lose if they didn't change their attitude.

Usagi gripped Mamoru's hand tightly as they walked up the steps to the door. Lifting her hand, she did something she'd never done before, and knocked. A deep intake of breath followed as she waited very impatiently for someone to open the door. She bounced a little, and bit her lip as she heard the footsteps approaching on the other side.

Nervously, she closed her eyes as she waited, still holding her breath.

"Hell… OH! Usagi!" her mother's voice was full of wild happiness to see her, and Usagi instantly fell into her arms.

"Mama!" she cried, and buried her face in the long lavender hair and held tight. The smell of her mother's shampoo brought back so many memories of love and comfort, and she found herself bursting into tears in that emotionally charged moment.

Tsukino Ikuko, well versed in managing an emotional girl, just held tight and smiled over the blonde hair at Mamoru as she waved him inside and carefully pulled her daughter into the house so she could close the door. She rocked Usagi from side to side, and Usagi knew she would never find a better comfort than her mother's arms.

She finally pulled herself together and swiped the errant moisture from her cheeks, before smiling at her mom and reaching out again for Mamoru's hand.

"I missed you," Usagi said quietly. "I didn't even realize how much."

Ikuko laughed. "Of course you did," she said, drawing the couple further into the house where she pressed them into chairs at the kitchen table and automatically began mixing batter for pancakes. In smooth, practiced motions, that looked to Usagi like a beautiful dance, Ikuko poured coffee, heated water for tea and hot chocolate, and watched the pancakes that were now cooking on the pan.

Automatically, Usagi covered her ears as her mother hurried to the stairs and hollered for her father and brother to get their butts to the table. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped as her brother's footsteps pounded on the stairs, or the way her father came into the room with his face already deep in the newspaper and then started when he noticed them both.

After she had received hugs from her father and even Shingo, she settled in and waited. Her mother put a plate in front of her first, knowing her first portion would be gone long before the others had finished pouring their syrup. It was a ritual that had started early in her childhood, and it brought more tears to her eyes.

Every little thing spoke of her family's love for her, and for Mamoru, who they had pulled in and made an honorary member long ago. Around the time her mother had discovered her secret, and realized he was the very same masked hero who saved her on a regular basis. Mamoru, who had been uncomfortable with nearly anyone showing him affection, had instantly warmed to Ikuko, who refused to let him be bashful in her house.

"So, tell me," Ikuko said, looking him straight in the eye. "Is what Chibi-Usa said true? Is she?"

Usagi gasped. "You told her and not me?" she asked, a little annoyed, but mostly amused.

"Yes I did," Mamoru said. "Someone had to prepare your father or I would have been dead before the ink dried on our marriage certificate."

Usagi giggled.

Mamoru turned to her mother then and said in his most serious tone. "It is true, Grandma Ikuko."

With a squeal that rivaled her daughter's, Ikuko leapt up from her seat and raced around the table to throw her arms around the newlyweds. Shingo stared at them all, his jaw wide, while her father wept silently. Rolling her eyes at her father's dramatics, she snuck around the table to give him an extra hug as consolation.

"Grandparents," Ikuko whispered happily. "We know already it's going to be a boy. Have you chosen a name?"

Usagi nodded and poked Mamoru in the side. It had been his request after all. Now that she knew they would have several children, it was easy enough to grant his request. Of course, she had bartered the naming rights of Chibi-Usa's twin for it, but he'd just winked at her and accepted that easily.

"Well?" Shingo asked.

"We're naming our oldest boy after my best friend," Mamoru said. "Motoki."

Usagi covered her ears as her mother squealed again. People wondered where she got the volume, and most would never believe her mother was the source.

"Oh that's perfect!" Ikuko said when she had finally calmed enough to be understood. "He's like a brother to you. I love it!"

Breakfast continued with happy talk as their new family tradition began in the happiest of ways. With good news, good food, and love all around. From then on, Usagi decided, she and Mamoru would always make time for family. Once a week they would come and eat breakfast with her parents, or invite them over to eat at their apartment.

This was how she'd expected her homecoming to be. Full of laughter, and happy tears, and hugs. With a smile she took another huge bite of her fourth pancake.

Usagi gathered her papers together and hurried to find her communicator. She'd been a bit scattered in the week since they'd been back, and she felt like she couldn't find anything anymore. The apartment was new for both of them, and it took some getting used to.

She did like the new place. It had three bedrooms, a master bedroom with a large bathroom inside, and a smaller bathroom across the hall between the other two rooms. The living room was much larger than in Mamoru's old place because they had so many friends and she'd argued they might need to entertain. The kitchen had been Makoto's favorite part, as it was all modern. She'd nearly swooned the day she came to see the apartment.

It was rather perfect for them, but mashing the things of two people together, one of them quite a disorganized person, was never easy. She was thankful that she even remembered where her head was half the time.

Giggling at the thought she went into the bedroom to search the nightstand. Eventually she found it in the pocket of her skirt, which she was still wearing, and sighed at her own scattered thoughts.

She knew she had to hurry. If Mamoru got home from work before she left, it would be ages before she finally got out the door and met up with her friends, who were all waiting for her. She'd promised to go shopping with them, and really hoped it would be the beginning of repairing her relationship with them.

She had almost made it to the door when it opened and her husband hurried in. When he saw her holding her purse and putting her shoes on, he pouted, actually pouted, at her! She pulled her shoes on and stood quickly to give him a kiss.

"Hey Mamo-chan. I'm about to leave, but I should be back in a couple of hours."

"Don't leave," he said. "Stay home with me."

She grinned. "As much as I'd like to, I promised the girls I'd spend a little time with them today."

He frowned, looking for all the world like a petulant child. "But I just got home," he argued.

Usagi giggled. "And I'll be back soon. I swear. I just need to be with them for a little while. I'll make you thankful I did…" she wiggled her eyebrows. "Maybe I'll buy something really pretty."

He smiled at that, and wrapped his arms tightly around her, bending to kiss her neck. Instantly she realized her mistake. Now that he had her, he wouldn't want to let her go. Carefully she extricated herself from his arms and moved closer to the door.

"Don't go," Mamoru said, sounding frustrated. She turned to look at him and in the time it took to move he had wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back to him. "The girls don't need you as much as I do right now," he growled into her ear, causing her to shiver.

"I promised Mamo-chan."

"Ten more minutes," he said, hauling her back to the bedroom.

Usagi didn't argue. Though she was thinking now it was a good thing they had waited to be intimate until they were married. If he had been like this when it was time to end a date her father probably would have shot him.

Usagi smiled, but her heart wasn't in it. She loved her friends dearly, but there was too much between them. It was difficult trying to constantly act like the queen they wanted so much, leaving Usagi behind. She didn't really want to be the queen yet. She was sixteen years old, and wanted to act like she was sixteen.

Minako hauled her away from the others and pulled her into a lingerie store. "Come on girl," she whispered, and pulled her toward the section with matching panty and bra sets. "I'm thinking you need something fire-engine red."

Usagi giggled and followed meekly. She knew better than to argue with Mina when she had her shop on. Within minutes she was in the dressing room with her Mina talking through the door as she was trying them on.

She let Minako in and her friend immediately began whistling. She took that as a good sign. Then, much to Minako's shock, after she had left the dressing room she grabbed a second identical set and another two in black.

"Why?" Minako looked stunned. Usagi leaned over and whispered in her ear about Mamoru's tendency to tear her clothes. "Oh Kami!" she nearly shouted. "That's hot! We have to go get dresses."

Giggling like mad they hurried out to meet the others, who had scattered, each going where they most wanted. Rei had gone to a tailor's store where she could purchase new robes. Ami had disappeared into a bookstore, looking for a book on ancient cultures. Makoto was fawning over a frying pan in a home goods store.

They all came together and Minako shared the need for dresses. Even Ami seemed excited. She closed her new book and stored it away. Makoto tucked her bag under her arm and led the way, while Rei and Minako linked arms with Usagi.

She hoped this was the start of making things better for all of them. She didn't want to dwell on what was in the past. She wanted to focus on what they had now, and making it even better. While she was resolved to act a bit more like the queen she knew she had to become, she fully intended to do it with a lot of fun in the mix.

Mamoru sighed when he heard the apartment door open. He knew it wasn't Usagi as she was still out shopping. With a sigh he turned to see Luna, who hopped up onto the counter and made herself at home. He poured the mug of coffee and sat on one of the stools, meeting her gaze.

"Mamoru-san, I think we need to have a discussion," Luna said, sitting up primly and staring at him.

He frowned, unsure what he might have done to irritate the feline advisor. "What is it Luna?" he asked, trying to remain respectful.

"I think you've gone a bit too far with Usagi." Luna sighed, and stared at him as though trying to see inside his soul.

Mamoru could only blush. Too far? They were married weren't they? And what happened between a husband and a wife was private. Sure, he had been monopolizing her time a bit since they had returned, but they still had several days before school was back in session for her. She hadn't missed any training. In fact, she'd been early.

"Luna, she's my wife. I won't apologize for being intimate with her. That's really none of your concern."

The cat blushed almost as deep as he had just been and made a strangled sound in her throat. She coughed and looked away for several moments before getting herself back under control.

"That's not what I meant," she said finally, still not meeting his eyes.

Mamoru was confused. How else could he have gone too far? He didn't want to say anything else for fear of another embarrassing miscommunication. Finally he settled for asking, "what do you mean?"

"I mean, you've got her talking to the rest of us differently, acting differently. I don't like it."

Mamoru laughed. He couldn't help himself. He had nothing do do with her change in attitude, except perhaps as the catalyst. She had finally lost her temper and told him off during their honeymoon, and now she was acting the part of their leader and princess. He couldn't deny the irony. For years they had all claimed to want that from her, and the second she finally let it out, they wanted her to go back to what they thought of her.

His sides ached and his head almost hurt before he finally pulled himself together. The little black feline was staring at him as though he had gone mad, and he couldn't blame her. It was so unlike him to act that way, but the thoughts running through his head had been so hilarious he couldn't contain himself.

He shook his head, still grinning, and looked down at the cat. "Luna," he said, and had to reign in the need to laugh again. "Luna, I didn't change Usagi." He grinned now. "She changed me."

His words earned him an eye roll. Suddenly the conversation felt much more serious. If she wasn't going to listen to a gentle conversation then he would have to be firm. And honest. More honest than he thought he should be.

"Usagi almost left me Luna."

The cat's eyes widened almost comically.

"She nearly ended the honeymoon four hours in," he continued. "Because I didn't respect her. Because I treated her so badly. Because she finally had enough of my crap and decided she wasn't going to live with it anymore."

"What happened?" she asked.

"Eventually I was able to talk to her and I started actually listening. I had been treating her like furniture Luna. Like something you always know is there, but don't really take the time to notice or appreciate. I acted more like a dad than a boyfriend. I made decisions for her, told her what to do, how to dress, act, eat…" He sighed. "I was an ass. And still she forgave me."

"I didn't know," Luna said.

"She only told Mina-chan," Mamoru said, "because Mina realized the Soul-Bond hadn't formed and asked if something was wrong. Eventually we both realized it was because I was holding back, unwilling to share myself completely. And that wasn't Usagi's fault. Mostly it was because of how I was raised, and partly because of what happened to me… being turned evil."

He took a sip of coffee and continued, "Eventually, she helped me regain my childhood memories, which sort of opened the floodgates for me and everything came pouring out. Our Soul-Bond was forged, and over the rest of the time we focused on strengthening our relationship. We also trained and I helped her with her homework, but mostly it was about us. And we needed that time. Because in two years I never really gave myself completely, and eventually she learned that I wasn't hearing her when she gave herself completely. We had a lot to catch up on."

He smiled. "Plus, I wanted to make sure our little Motoki was on the way before we came back. I did have a promise to keep after all."

Luna blushed and he charged ahead, changing the subject. "Wasn't it you that waned Usagi to act the part of the future queen?" he asked solemnly.

Luna opened her mouth and promptly closed it. She frowned.

"Wasn't it you who scolded her repeatedly for not being serious enough, not making meetings enough of a priority? For the way she talks, the way she dresses, the way she acts? And now you want her to what… change back? Why? So things don't have to change? So you can continue to berate and belittle her for things no one else on the planet would find fault with?"

Luna sniffled. "No. That's not it," she whispered. She blinked up at him mournfully and sighed. "I miss Usagi," she admitted. "I miss my girl."

Mamoru had to chuckle at that. "They say be careful what you wish for. In this case however, most of her behavior is an act because it's what she thinks you want. She certainly doesn't want it."

Luna frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Do you realize she doesn't want to be Neo-Queen Serenity?" he asked.

"That's the very reason she should become the Queen," Luna said seriously. "Because she doesn't want the power."

Mamoru nodded, but he had to continue. "Luna, she doesn't just not want the power. She wants to know she doesn't make anyone suffer."

"What are you talking about?" Luna asked quietly.

"She's afraid, terribly afraid, that it is her taking the mantle of leadership that causes the disaster we went into the future to fix, that causes Chibi-Usa to act so awfully, that creates the monster we faced on Nemesis." Mamoru closed his eyes. "That causes herself to be captured by Prince Dimande and what happened to her when he took her."

"But that's not her fault," Luna insisted.

"I know that, and you know that," Mamoru said quietly. "But with all the years of people second guessing her every action, Usagi doesn't know that."

The silence stretched for a long time. Neither really noticed it as both were lost in thought about how they could help the special young woman they loved.

"Usagi-sama," Artemis called as he hurried into the shrine. "I think maybe we need to take a look at this new energy signature." He hurried over, did a strange little backflip, and a sheaf of papers landed in front of Usagi.

"I think we might be facing a new enemy."

"Not yet," Usagi said. "We can't make assumptions yet. We need to prepare as if it was a new enemy, but I won't let us all repeat the mistakes of the past."

"What would you like to do then?" Artemis asked.

"First, we should inform the Outer Senshi that we sense something." Usagi said, looking around the group. "Second, we need to make training a top priority again."

:: Mamo-chan, any suggestions? :: she asked mentally.

:: It might be good to redo our communications system, but we would have to bring Artemis in on our secret, so perhaps it should wait. I don't know if he can keep quiet around Minako if he knows. ::

:: Okay. Lets just tell him to look at what upgrades could be necessary, and perhaps we could ask for a version of the Mercury computer geared towards our own needs. ::

:: Perfect. ::

"We also think there could be some improvements with communications and there could be a use for a system similar to the Mercury computer geared toward the needs of the individual. Oh, and I think we need to build better relations with the police department. Perhaps give them a means to contact us, and so that we can relay if and where any attack occurs."

Luna was watching Usagi as she spoke and she couldn't help turning to the little cat, seeking approval. It was so ingrained she did it without thinking.

"Usagi I think those are wonderful suggestions. Do you think we should schedule a training for this weekend?" Luna asked.

Her heart greatly lightened, Usagi nodded. "I think that would be great. You all might notice a change in your powers. Mamoru and I noticed some differences when we trained on the Moon."

Rei looked excited and Ami nervous at her statement. Minako simply nodded and looked over at Makoto, who was busy staring at the wall.

"What are you thinking?"

"I think maybe we should practice a couple close quarters drills like Mamoru and Usagi were working on," she said. "Maybe dealing with being grabbed from behind during a fight, or what might happen if we can't transform for whatever reason."

Usagi was nodding by the time she finished. "I think that's a great idea." Then she smirked. "Did I ever thank you for teaching me to throw an attacker over my shoulder?" she asked.

She peeked at Mamoru, who blushed.

:: I'm going to get you for that, :: he said.

:: Promise? ::

"I think you just need to go with the flow Mamo-chan," she said. He looked a bit shocked as he rested his hand on the trunk of the tree. She wanted to laugh, but she knew if she did it would break his concentration. They'd already known he could see things, but his ability to touch the earth and know the planet was new.

She hurried to his side, but slipped over the dew covered grass and fell. A sting of pain caused her to hiss in a breath and Mamoru was at her side in an instant. He reached for her hand, taking it in his own, and golden sparks erupted, causing a tingling warmth.

"I don't understand it Usagi," Mamoru said as he pulled his hand back. The cut on her palm was gone completely. "It's like every time I turn around my powers have grown, or I discover some new one I didn't think I had. I feel linked to the Earth completely now too, and I never really did before."

Usagi frowned. They had worked on their powers during their honeymoon along with training on their attacks and combat skills. He had discovered his abilities didn't stop at roses. He could also create vines, heal any diseased plant, and even heal injuries, like the cut on her hand. It had been a bit of a surprise, but it wasn't shocking to Usagi.

She had noticed an increase in her power as well. Her attacks came faster and easier now and the strength behind them was incredible. Maybe it was normal, or perhaps the Soul-Bond had jump started a process that would have taken much longer otherwise.

"Alright," she said. "We both know you've got a power brewing, waiting to come out. All you need to do is really feel it."

She pointed down the field at the target. "Focus. Where is the power coming from? Is it your chest or your head or your gut? You are linked to your Crystal. It's part of you. Tell me where you feel the power."

"Chest," he murmured, eyes closed. He hadn't been in a battle since Nehelinia's defeat but she knew even better than he did that there was power locked inside him. She could sense it, the same way she could sense the connections between herself and the Senshi.

"Clear your mind and focus on the words. Let them come to you. Don't push for them." She stood at his side, waiting patiently. It was what she had always wanted others to do for her.

The silence stretched. Even the birds and bugs were still and quiet. She heard his intake of breath and a slight whisper.

"Now," she said, her voice quiet and calm, "feel the movements of the attack. It will feel perfectly natural, as though you've done this a thousand times."

He stepped forward and pulled his cape around him before both his hands came down to his sides at once. Then his right hand shot forward. As he moved he spoke his attack, "Tuxedo la Smoking Bomber!" It was a shout, full of pent up emotion. A white light shot out in a funnel of energy that widened and grew in strength. When the attack faded nothing remained of the target. Not even the post it had rested over.

"Wow," she breathed. "I always knew you had something locked inside," she whispered.

He was panting, his body still held in the last position of his attack.

"Mamo-chan?" she called, but he didn't get the chance to answer.

From the edge of the field closest to the shrine a flurry of applause and shouts of congratulations startled them both. The others had arrived while they were working and had apparently sensed the need to keep quiet. She was grateful. He might not have found his attack if he'd known they were there.

"You did it," she said. "That was all you."

Usagi was standing at the counter, waiting patiently for the newest cashier and waiter to hand her the shake she had ordered. He was a bit slower than Motoki, and not nearly as friendly and easygoing, but she was sure he was trying hard.

Beside her, sitting on one of the stools, a young man was tapping his foot against the counter, and tapping the back of his spoon against the formica top. His irritation was obvious, bordering on outright rudeness. She tried not to show her annoyance at his behavior, but a part of her wanted to smack him.

She calmed herself and turned to peek at her husband, who was busy chatting with Motoki. When she turned back the young man beside her was staring openly at her chest. An angry flush rose on her skin and she sent him a glare. He noticed it, but didn't change his angle of view.

She said nothing. She'd long ago learned that giving bad behavior attention only increased it. But she wished he would stop staring and go away.

"How about I take you out?" he asked in what she was sure he intended to be a sexy voice. Instead it came across as oily and frightening.

"No thank you, I'm married," she said backing away slightly and holding up her left hands so he could see her rings. The man was upsetting her now.

"That doesn't matter," he said slickly. "I can still show you a good time."

"I said no," Usagi reminded him.

The man leaned forward, still ogling her. "I think you're just playing hard to get," he said smarmily. "I bet you'd love to have my…"

He never finished the sentence. Usagi realized she must have telegraphed her fear to Mamoru as the man was picked up and hauled out of the arcade. Her husband didn't even break a sweat. Usagi sat back down and pulled her milkshake close, thankful her husband loved her so much.

Motoki came over and gave her a quick hug. "You okay Usagi-chan?" he asked.

She nodded and swallowed. "He scared me onii-san," she admitted. "I hope he never comes in here again. He's too old and too pushy. Some of the girls in here are even smaller than me."

"Don't worry. I'm already printing his photo. He's banned."

Usagi nodded. He really was good at running the place. He was a big brother to her and the other girls, a safe guy to have a first crush on, and he knew every single one of the games.

"He's coming back in," Motoki warned. "Better get ready."

Usagi might have laughed if Mamoru gave her the chance. But before she could take in a breath he had hauled her up into his arms and crushed her tightly against his chest as he carried her to the back. She knew where they were going of course and clung to him, already feeling excited.

Within seconds they were inside one of the storage rooms, the door shut behind them, and she found herself pressed up against the solid wood as he tore her panties off. She moaned as his fingers plunged into her while he bent his head to her neck and bit her harder than normal before sucking on the sore spot to leave his mark.

Every time he got remotely jealous she was treated to wild and passionate moments like these, which their friends had dubbed 'monkey sex' because it was so primitive and possessive. After what she had just been through she needed it even more and dug her nails into his arms greedily as she heard the jangle of his buckle and the zip of his jeans.

A second later he was buried deep, growling as he slammed home and ground against her.

For once she was the one to say it first. "Mine!" she cried out and hauled him closer.

"Mine," he echoed and kissed her deeply, his tongue sinking into her mouth and exploring every inch. Their hips thrust together loudly, the slurping sound of their juices loud in the tiny room.

"Harder," she begged, needing him to lose all control.

He let out a guttural sound and rammed into her fast and hard, taking her up and over the edge as he pulled her dress off and the cups of her bra down. His teeth nipped at one of her nipples when she held her breasts up for him in need.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked. It was unfair. He knew that question made her brain dissolve. He growled when she didn't answer and bit the other nipple a little harder. "Who do you belong to Usako?" he asked.

"Mamo-chan," she answered.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked again, slamming deep. Her breath came out in a silent scream as the second orgasm crashed over her. He bent and bit her neck again, waiting for her to come back down. She somehow managed to pull his shirt over his head so they were skin to skin.

"I asked a question," he growled as he moved fast and hard inside her. "Who do you belong to?"

"Mamo-chan," she whimpered, barely able to form a coherent word. "I'm Mamo-chan's."

His pace somehow increased again. "Who do I belong to?" he asked.

"Usako," she whispered.

"Who?" he asked. "I didn't hear you," he teased.

"Me. Usako," she said, louder now.

His body was so close as he pressed deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"Say it again."

"You belong to me," she said, the last word echoing as she threw her head back wildly. "You're mine," she claimed, her nails digging furrows into his back. "Mine," and she bent her head and bit his shoulder.

With a shout his body shuddered, he lost his pace as instinct took over driving him deep inside where he released a flood of seed.

When they returned to the counter flushed but smiling a few minutes later, no one asked where they had been, or what they had been doing. It was no secret to their friends, some of whom had, to their dismay, seen parts of very similar actions in the past.

Any time another man so much as smiled at Usagi, Mamoru would carry her off, sometimes over his shoulder, and find the nearest safe place to remind her of his passion for her. If a girl flirted with him a single look at his wife brought on the same response.

Neither was really insecure. They could feel through the Soul-Bond that the other wasn't interested. That didn't matter. They enjoyed the passionate moments even more because they weren't technically necessary. They enjoyed losing control with one another, and didn't mind letting others think he was possessive and bossy.

He was a bit possessive… and bossy… and when he let go of that ironclad control he made her so incredibly wild that she didn't mind in the slightest.

Usagi grinned as Motoki slid another shake in front of her and gave her a conspiratorial wink. He had the couple figured out, she knew, and thought it was the best joke in the world that the others had no clue.

The girls had, on several occasions, lectured Mamoru for what they called his high-handedness.

"So," Motoki asked, "how's the plan coming along?" He leaned close so that no one could overhear them. "Did you find what you needed?"

Usagi grinned. She and Mamoru had shared the secret with him and Naru only. It was complicated and there was no guarantee of success, but they had to try. She wasn't going to doom her friends to a thousand years of loneliness.

"I think we're a go," Mamoru said. "Hellos is going to get us to the fountain before he goes into the Deep Sleep to wait for Chibi-Usa. We just have to add the stones and make the wish," he continued.

"Hopefully we can get the Outer Senshi back here quickly," Usagi said. "Artemis says something is coming," and with the block lifted…" she trailed off.

It was hard to explain that, in her fear for the ones she loved, Usagi had somehow managed to block the powers from her brother Shingo and her cousin Haruki. After the Soul-Bond had formed she had started dreaming of both of them from her past life and eventually had figured out what she had done.

Haruka and Michiru were already a couple. But Setsuna needed Haruki and Hotaru needed Shingo or they would be forever alone, unable to make a lasting connection. Once she had learned the future could be changed she and Mamoru had begun their planning. They were bringing the Shitennou back for the girls as well.

If she had the choice to make the future brighter, then she was going to do that for all of them. No one deserved to be forever alone. The haunting image of a silent and sad Setsuna standing a lonely guard over a closed door for eternity had haunted her dreams for a long time.

'No,' she thought. 'None of them would be alone again.'

The HoneyMoon
Epilogue
A New Normal

"Momma," Usagi said, hugging the woman who brought her life. "I don't know if I'm doing this right."

"Doing what right Usagi-chan?" Ikuko asked, holding her daughter close.

"The whole being a good wife thing. The whole about to be a mom thing. How do I balance everything and make home as happy as you made it for us?" She stared at her mother in awe and with a huge dose of respect. "I don't know how you did it. Especially with me. I was… a nightmare."

Ikuko chuckled. "Usagi, you're doing a wonderful job. Even with him being in medical school now you've found time to have dinner together several times a week. Your homework gets done, and I can tell just how excited you are to be a mom. That's half the battle right there."

"It is?" Usagi asked, feeling a bit shocked at the admission.

Another hearty laugh followed her question. "Do you think I would have done as well if I didn't really love your father or you kids? I worked hard because I love you all so much and I wanted to make you happy."

Usagi blinked up at her. "Momma, I think you're the greatest person on the planet."

Ikuko bent and kissed her on the nose. "Not as great as my daughter," she whispered. "I swear you have the kindest soul I've ever seen. If I didn't know you could also kick butt I would be really worried."

Usagi blushed at the compliment. "I promise to keep trying even when I make mistakes," Usagi said.

"That's all I've ever done," her mother confirmed.

Usagi raced around the kitchen, trying her best to make sure everything was perfect. She'd called her mother four times to check the amount of curry. The last thing she needed was a repeat of that epic disaster. She looked into the pan and saw the meat was perfectly browned, the gravy-like sauce simmering perfectly. The rice was cooked, though a little hard, and the vegetables had been sauteed. If she was honest they were a bit mushy, but she was sure Mamoru would be too tired to notice.

Both of them had been so busy. Bringing the Shitennou back had been difficult, but it had been done. She snorted. Difficult didn't begin to cover it. They'd had to go on an actual quest to a fountain that could grant eternal youth. Helios had guided them, but the trek had been difficult. Fortunately it was hidden inside Elysion, and time flowed differently there. What had taken them three weeks had been a mere day on Earth.

Pulling four frustrated females who had no idea why they were being dragged through the wilderness… that had been an eye-opener. She'd thought Chibi-Usa could be bratty. Snorting she stirred the sauce again and hurried out to set the table. Of course, she'd been the only one pregnant for the trip, and the morning sickness had started around the third day.

She moved back into the kitchen and lowered the heat on everything. She didn't know exactly when Mamoru would walk through the door, but she knew it would be soon. She grabbed his coffee mug and filled it, then hers with her hot chocolate and brought them out to the table.

They had revealed the baby's name to Motoki, who had promptly sat on the floor of the crown and blubbered. If Reika hadn't come to help they might never have gotten him to his feet again. He was so excited he had taken to calling Usagi every night before bed to see how his namesake was. She often rolled her eyes but she secretly loved it.

Naru was in the middle of planning her own wedding, which Umino insisted had to be within the month, as his family was moving to America and he was not going with them. They would have to stay with her mother until they were both adults, but neither minded it much. Although Naru told Usagi she was on birth control, just in case. She was quite happy to be an honorary aunt, but motherhood was a dream for many years in the future for her.

Usagi heard a key in the door and hurried to put all the food on the table. She only spilled a little down her front. She giggled, thinking about how she and Minako had been forced to take cooking classes with her mother and Makoto because the two of them wanted to be sure neither of them burned down the house trying to be domestic.

Minako was already over the 'housewife bug,' as she later called it, but Usagi was pregnant, and it was about providing something for her family that she created with love. And Mamoru never failed to make sure she knew it was appreciated. He also took turns whenever he could as he continued to claim it was his right to spoil her.

"Usako," Mamoru smiled as he approached, his arms spread wide for her. She raced into them, happy as she could be with the love she had from him. They had come a long way since they were married.

"I have a present for you," he said after several minutes of kissing. He turned and hurried to the hall and returned with a bag. Inside was a picture frame with a piece of embroidery carefully tacked within. She stared down at it, a smile coming to her face. On it, embroidered beautifully in silver and gold was the word HoneyMoon. A crescent moon hugging the earth stood in for each of the O's in the word, and along the letters were roses and little fairy wands.

Nearly crying at the thoughtfulness of the gift, she kissed him again, and then hugged it to her chest. "Who made this?" she asked.

"Believe it or not," he said quietly, a look of pride on his features, "All of us. Me, and all the girls and guys did some of it. I drew the design with a little help from one of your doodles, and then I showed it to Makoto, and from there the project took off. Everyone wanted to help. You should have seen Kunzite trying to find gold thread."

Mamoru laughed and kissed her again. "They all wanted to give it to you together, but I thought maybe this time it should just be you and me so we can hang it one the wall and maybe we can put pictures of us and our friends around it."

Usagi was shocked. Mamoru had never talked about decorating before without looking like he wanted to run away screaming. "It's perfect Mamo-chan."

She raised herself on her tip-toes to kiss him again, and then urged him to sit and eat.

"So how did training go with Shingo and Haruki?" Usagi asked him.

Mamoru frowned. "Shingo is taking to it like a duck to water," he said. "But Haruki can't stop staring off in whatever direction Setsuna is. She could be a million miles away and he just zeroes in on her. Sort of like I do with you."

"It's cute," Usagi told him. "She was the one I worried most about. Hotaru has Chibi-Usa as a best friend, Michiru and Haruka are together, and the four Inners support each other completely. But I couldn't forget about the way she looked when we went to the future. Sad, alone, tired… I think it's why she sacrificed herself so easily."

"She did it out of love, Usako," he said. "But you're right. We aren't going to let things be the same way. We know enough now to make sure our kids learn respect no matter what. We made sure everyone's soulmate was saved or awake. We have a chance to do it right this time." Mamoru smiled.

As soon as the call came across the communicator, Usagi felt adrenaline rush through her system. It wasn't someone calling about a meeting. This was a fight. She knew it deep in her gut. Instantly she pressed the button, waving to her husband to come listen.

"At the park. Always the stupid park. What the heck is it about that place," came the voice of Officer Sato, who was one of their new contacts with the police department. "Anyways, there is some sort of creature. Reminds me a bit of the droids but different. How soon can you get there?"

"Two minutes," she said, and clicked off the communicator. They didn't need her instructions. The plan was now in place.

"Henshin yo," Mamoru whispered, and gave her a tight smile. A moment later they had transformed into Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen. Moving swiftly toward the balcony she pressed herself against him and he lifted her up, put a foot onto the railing and launched them both into the night.

She trusted him completely, and he trusted her. Already she knew they would be victorious. In the fight, and all the other battles to come. In their marriage and thier life. They would do it together, always together.

Looking up into the face of her masked hero, she smiled.

THE END
(of this story...)

Original Comments:

Usagi1988 chapter 8 . May 20
Loved this story, well done

smoon4409 chapter 8 . Jan 30
I really enjoyed this story alot!

slvrphoenx chapter 8 . Mar 16, 2019
I love this story and how you ended it. I'm glad they all get their special someone. Great story I was sad to see it end but think the end was great. Thank you for your writing and for sharing it with us.

Guest chapter 8 . Feb 2, 2019
I accidentally press post review. Anywho, I feel like there's more to the story! What happened with everyone else the girls and the shitennou? Whose the new enemy, should she even be fighting because she's pregnant? What about the rest of their kids? This fig just hit all the right emotions and I wished it was more

Guest chapter 8 . Feb 2, 2019
This was so awesome I'm wanted to read more!
Like who is the new enemy how's the relationship going with the

karseneau1 chapter 8 . Jan 15, 2019
well done. Thank you for taking the time to write

TropicalRemix chapter 8 . Jan 15, 2019
I wish you didn't end it there. Hate to see this story end.

gwhitaker87 chapter 7 . Jan 15, 2019
More please:)

karseneau1 chapter 7 . Jan 14, 2019
very good. I like that you showed Mamuru with emotions

Panda1573a chapter 7 . Jan 14, 2019
What a emasculation way to spend a lunch break... almost better t than a mouse nap. Ok cat nap. Thank you sho much for making Mamoru so delightful. Ok back to work I go for another 20 projects before home. And the traffic on 405.

karseneau1 chapter 6 . Jan 14, 2019
very emotional and good

lisasailor chapter 6 . Jan 14, 2019
Wow! Love the first scene, it was absolutely beautiful. Gotta say, it is about time Usagi told Luna and those Inner Senshi her true feelings. If only she could have done that in the anime. Shame on the 5 of them for ruining one of the best days Usagi and Mamoru will share together. I hope he gets his turn to speak to the girls next chapter about what they have done to Usagi.

Panda1573a chapter 6 . Jan 14, 2019
Oh please let it be Mamoru 's turn to let go. I did love the last part...wicked cool.
Thank you for the gift. I might disappear for a while...having 6 ten hour days (more like 12 hour days) starting tomorrow. Yay, so i pray you only get positive remarks, and have a great week.

tryntee13 chapter 6 . Jan 13, 2019
really great update, i look forward to reading more. SO glad Usagi stood up for herself!

TropicalRemix chapter 6 . Jan 13, 2019
they really know how to ruin a good moment. they should stop nagging her.

Otaku of Anime chapter 6 . Jan 13, 2019
Damn this chapter was charged emotionally. Wonder what will happen next

SailorLeia chapter 5 . Jan 5, 2019
Dear brilliant and inspired story spinner,
My dear, you certainly know how to start the year right! I loved this chapter. I love how you didn't rush this. You let it take its time and did such a fantastic job of showing both sides of the story. The payoff in this chapter was such a wonderfully sweet, in depth, healing thing! I loved it so entirely! Thank you for doing it! Really, all of us who have not had the easiest holiday season appreciate it. All of us who love everything about this pairing so love it, and anyone who says otherwise is crazy. I'm off to get caught up on your other updates, please know you just made my new years. Please keep going, keep writing! And sharing your brilliance with us! I hope your having a great new year and that this has managed to brighten your day just a smidge! God bless you and much love!
~SailorLeia

Panda1573a chapter 5 . Jan 4, 2019
Omg wow...that was simply amazing. I pray you're doing well. Please rest, and take care of yourself. Thank you for the wonderful present.

nik09 chapter 1 . Dec 28, 2018
love it...please continue, can't wait for the next chapter: D

Lori Baker chapter 4 . Dec 21, 2018
I like this so far keep going!

TropicalRemix chapter 4 . Dec 16, 2018
please update

LoveInTheBattleField chapter 4 . Dec 5, 2018
Cool chapter, please update the next chapter quickly!

Panda1573a chapter 4 . Dec 5, 2018
I loved this chapter. Thank you for giving Usagi a backbone. Its refreshing.

Otaku of Anime chapter 4 . Dec 5, 2018
Wow. This chapter sure was charged like you said. Looking forward to what will happen next

Otaku of Anime chapter 3 . Nov 24, 2018
Wow. That chapter was amazing. Keep up the great work

lashun316 chapter 3 . Nov 23, 2018
Nice after thanksgiving Black Friday reading...I think this is the first time where a moon palace stay was written in your stories so I was surprised but delighted but I would thing moon being her domain she got some tricks and hidden things up her sleeve for sexual torture. Though she did say she didn't remember much if there couplings from the past.. . So no music and power crystal dome so was the soul bond not completed? I don't think mind and body and soul was working in harmony considering she was confused and ambushed with a He-man grip and vines..lol and she was pissed...

LoveInTheBattleField chapter 3 . Nov 23, 2018
Another HOT one, please update the next chapter quickly and Happy Thanksgiving Day!

Jen chapter 2 . Nov 5, 2018
Please give us a jealous possessive Mamoru on one chapter at least, I love reading those. Pretty please with cherry on top...puppy dog eyes

Jen chapter 2 . Nov 5, 2018
YES! That was soooooooo hot! Amazing chapter! Glad to see Usa finally got some lovin...hahaha! It's great that Mamoru finally wAkes up but hopefully Usagi doesn't let him off d hook that easily, I woul love yo see a very jealous and possessive Mamoru, turn d tables for a change ;)
Can't wait to read d next chapter and while waiting, I can start reading ur other stories

Jen chapter 1 . Nov 5, 2018
OMG! I love it! It's so great to see Usagi FINALLY...FINALLY stand up for herself. I'm so glad! I just really hope it's not just a one time thing and she's back to being a pushover again. And yes, I completely agree with u on how Mamoru was such an ass in the 90's anime (saw some clips of him in the crystal and he's better I guess on the new one) I felt that the old anime made it seem that Usagi wasn't good enough and should be grateful that Mamoru was with someone like her. I mean come on, what is she chopped liver?! They always show how Mamoru has lots of admirers and girls swooning over him. I mean, yeah, he's super hot but Usagi is beautiful and she's freaking Sailormoon not to mention d princess, she's his equal and if u think about it she's more powerful than him or anyone else. And I don't even want to get started with Chibiusa, she's nothing but an ungrateful brat and another tormentor...URGHHH!
Anyway, can't wait to read the next chapter!

Otaku of Anime chapter 2 . Nov 5, 2018
Good one so far. Looking forward to the next update

Guest chapter 2 . Nov 3, 2018
You order Luna around not the other way around. She is your advisor and that is it. Take manga bsck up

Guest chapter 1 . Nov 3, 2018
I always hate how they try to change her

Thatycarter chapter 2 . Nov 3, 2018
I'm finding the story very interesting, in the first chapter it seemed that she was going to regret it, but in the second she poses as a woman and not as a silly girl and this is very good because it shows that she grew up and should not be underestimated and be tagged with idiot.
I loved his attitude and also enjoyed that the mamuru saw that it is much more than it appears that he respected it in her.

LoveInTheBattleField chapter 2 . Nov 3, 2018
Great story, very HOT! I please update the next chapters quickly!

Panda1573a chapter 2 . Nov 3, 2018
What a great chapter and no tears. You are the best!

Panda1573a chapter 1 . Nov 3, 2018
Amen...although you really had me crying. Although who doesn't need a good cry once in awhile?