His hands were around her throat, forcefully squeezing and choking, cutting off her air and daring her to take back her words of trust and love and safety. He'd left her space to move backwards, a bet or dare of a kind. The room to retreat from him, confirm his suspicions of her false nice words, her pretty lies. Instead, she searched his eyes, and moved her body closer to his, allowing him greater access to her, pushing her throat more into his hands. Her arms were down by her side, fists squeezed in a small bit of fear, but her eyes never left his. In this game she wouldn't lose, she was determined. For a moment, one terrible terrifying moment she thought this might be how she died. Oh, so willingly, oh so foolishly allowing herself to be choked to death by the hands of the man she loved more than life.
The very next moment, Mamoru made a low tortured sound in the back of his throat, his hands moving from her neck to the back of her head as she sucked in a fraction of a breath before his mouth was on hers. Forcefully pushing her against the wall he'd been leaving open to allow her escape before, his mouth greedily pushing against her, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth. The kisses never stopped being needy and his body pushed fully against her pushing his tongue into her mouth, needing to taste. Her arms slowly snaked around his shoulders, adding her own pressure to keep them close together, threading her hands into his hair. He sighed into her mouth as she also pushed him closer, she'd missed this so much.
The more he took, the more he seemed to want, and the more she seemed to be willing to give, his hands wandering down from her head to her shoulders and down her front. Lightly touching her breasts through her clothes, kneading softly as her back arched into his touch and his hand moved down her belly and her hips before grabbing her knees, pulling her legs around him, and bracing her against the wall, kisses never letting up.
When he finally did stop, pulling away for a moment to stare into her face, his eyes darken and conflicted but also needy. Usagi was lightheaded and gasping, and his mouth tasted like her victory. This Mamo-Chan maybe brainwashed, and she maybe playing with fire but knowing she was still a flaw in all of his armor, a weakness not even the negaverse could completely erase. It was exhilarating, made her eyes shine even as he looked at her wearily but pressed more hot open-mouthed kisses on her collarbone, unabashedly tasting her as his eyes kept contact with hers. Looking to see if she'd changed her mind or would back out of this game she'd started. She had locked her legs around his waist behind him, unwilling to give an inch in case he'd take that chance to run but also leaving her very vulnerable to whatever Mamoru was going to do.
He breathed her in slowly, watching her chest as it rose and fell as she finally caught her breathe. His eyelashes fluttered in a way that made Usagi's heart swoon as he rested his forehead against her shoulder, hair tickling her as he rolled his head lightly for a second before moving his nose up the side of her neck, leaving another small trial of kisses up the side of her neck. One hand moved up her waist to hold her head steady as he latched his mouth onto the side of her neck, trying to mark her as she gasped loudly. His mouth warm and wet, his hands flexing against her as he held her, strong and familiar.
"What am I going to do with you, moon brat." He muttered when he was finished marking her, his voice lacked any venom though. He seemed to recognize that whatever this was - he'd lost.
Usagi moved her hips against him in a brazen act, making him hiss a curse out and grab her to halt her movement as she mumbled, "I can think of a few things," into his ear. She felt intoxicated and wild with the courage and knowledge that Mamo-Chan was always hers, in every life, in every instance.
Every time.
Always hers.
He had stilled against her, his eyes shut, breathing harshly as he held onto her, held her in place, kept her against him. When his eyes opened again, they landed on her neck examining the red mark on her throat, the slightly purple bruises he'd left from minutes ago below that. The pride that reflected in his eyes cooled as his hands traced the purpling marks, something akin to fear or remorse settling in. As close to contrite as possible for 'Prince Endymion' of the negaverse. "How could you let me do this to you? You shouldn't be allowing anyone to harm you." His tone sounded reprimanding, self-loathing floating through the air around him.
She made a nonsense noise, part objection part lust, the goosebumps rising on her skin displaying the varied reactions her body was having to his words and his actions. "I made a choice." She stated lightly, looking up at him though her eyelashes, "The right choice." She sounded surer of herself as she pushed her hand through his hair again, rewarded for her efforts by his making another guttural sound in the back of his throat and he kissed her again.
Moments later his hands were a rougher when he grabbed her thighs again, running his hands up her legs to push her into him more harshly, answering her thrust from moments ago. With visible effort he pulled himself from her, breathing harshly through his mouth with a flare of his nostrils he pulled her back off the wall. "I need to set you down while I still can," He pushed on her hips, and she reluctantly allowed her legs to untangle. Once her feet were firmly on the ground again, he moved his arms behind her, holding her to him for a few more moments.
Now uncertainty renewed in her as she felt him pull back. She knew she'd made the right choice the moment he'd let go of her throat, but this moment would end and what would happen the next time they were forced to fight? Mamo-Chan was still under the control of Queen Beryl, hot kisses, and love bites aside, there would be battles again. Fear made her cold, her heart stuttering for far less wanted reasons as Mamoru straightened up, his height towering over her. His desire was still evident on his face as Usagi pulled on his shirt, pulling herself back into him and burying her face in his chest, breathing deeply. "What now Mamo-Chan?" tumbling out of her trembling lips, she knew it was cowardice to keep her eyes from him, but she was not strong enough to see if his eyes lost the warmth they had held as reality came back to him too.
Mamoru let out a heavy breath, tensing for a moment and then his hands moved her to shoulders and he dipped down until his eyes were level with hers. "Where is all the faith in love that you started with, Princess. You gave quite the impassioned monologue about the power of love and trust, and how I am someone you know so well. You knew in your bones that I won't allow real harm to come to you, that I won't harm you. You called my bluff Odango. You are mine and I am yours." His tone was every inch the Mamoru-baka who threw papers back at her in the street and called her Odango Atama, who had loved her from the start even then.
He stepped forward again, mouth warm on hers but this kiss was chaste compared to the others, comforting. "And you are right. I am still a villain, but never against you. I am your villain, Princess. And I will keep you safe."