It was a cool, clear night. The sounds of their heels clacking on the sidewalk was the only conversation between them as they approached the wrought iron gate of the Embassy.
"Now remember girls," Luna spoke haughtily from the ground. "We are here on a mission. You are to find the Princess and assess if she is for whom we are looking."
"Yes, we know, Luna!" Usagi rolled her eyes and smoothed the front of her pink satin dress. "Now shhh!" The trio of girls were approaching the gate. "Act natural."
"Easier said than done for you, Odango." She heard Rei mutter from behind her.
"Shut up, Rei!" Usagi hissed.
"Both of you calm down." Ami piped up and all three of them straightened their shoulders, lifted their chins and began to walk through the front gate to the Embassy.
"Um, excuse me?" The girls froze as the guard walked up to them. "Your cat isn't allowed inside. I'm afraid she will have to stay out here."
"Oh, haha!" Usagi's laugh was shrill. "She must have followed me here. Go on home, Luna!"
Luna meowed in protest as the guard picked her up and placed her on the sidewalk.
"Come on, girls." Usagi readjusted her posture and walked towards the Embassy without a second look. She could feel Luna boring holes into her skull but she didn't care.
As they approached the entrance, the beautiful melody of string music danced in their ears and their skin was warmed by the atmosphere of the foyer. Usagi's eyes grew wide as she took in the walls with gilded trim, the double staircase that framed the room, and the golden chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. Entranced by the candlelight that flickered off the reflective and crystalline surfaces, she began to make her way up one of the staircases. Vaguely, she heard Ami attempt to get her attention and Rei telling her to let Usagi be.
There was an open set of French doors at the top of the staircase and Usagi stepped over the threshold into the grand ballroom. She gazed in wonder at her surroundings. The ballroom was more than she could have ever dreamed it would be. Dazzling chandeliers hung from the ceilings, beautiful people danced synchronized waltzes, string music floating in the air… it was something straight out of a fairy tale. A waiter approached her with a tray of champagne glasses and she took one. 'What the hell,' she thought, 'it's a party and I'm old enough!'
She was so enraptured that she didn't see a tuxedoed man walking her way until it was too late.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She bounced off of his chest and stumbled back. He caught her wrist just in time to keep her from falling, steadying her before kissing her hand and stepping back into a low bow.
"May I have this dance?" His voice was a familiar rich, deep baritone and her eyes snapped to his face.
'Tuxedo Kamen!' Her eyes widened and she nodded slightly. Was she dreaming?
She blinked and his grip on her wrist had shifted to hold her hand in his as he used the other to guide her left hand to his shoulder. His gloved hand was warm on her back and she was acutely aware of the patterns his thumb was tracing on the skin above the zipper of her dress. She wondered if he was doing it purposefully and she shivered as goosebumps spread up her neck. She could see his eyes behind the mask he wore. They bore into her soul and she was hypnotized.
Suddenly, she was in a different ballroom. Tidings of war, declarations of love, the exchange of a locket…
The hand at her back shifted, bringing her back to the present and she found herself being spun. She had never been this graceful in her entire life and yet here she was waltzing with the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. She kept her eyes on his as he dipped her. His pupils were dilated and she felt as if she were drowning in the maelstrom of his irises.
He tugged her back to him and pressed her close; his fingers possessively curling into the small of her back as he brought their linked hands closer between them. She blinked back feelings of familiarity as she became mesmerized by the way his hair swished with each movement. He pressed her close to him, hand splayed on her lower back resting just above her bottom as they swayed in time with the music. Their breathing mingled as the music muffled in her head. Soon, all she heard was the beating of her heart. She felt her cheeks burning up and she swallowed the lump in her throat.
"You look warm," he angled his head to be at eye level with her. "Do you need some air?"
She nodded, and his hand never let go of hers as he led her out to the balcony. The night sky was clear with a brilliant crescent moon, and she shivered as a cool breeze glided over the exposed skin of her shoulders. A cacophony of crickets sounded from all around, drowning out the music from inside the ballroom.
She felt something warm drape over her, and suddenly he was in front of her adjusting the lapels of his jacket over her chest.
"Thank you." She whispered as she hugged the jacket around her like a blanket. Something about this moment felt all too familiar to her, almost like deja vu. She stepped forward to rest her arms on the balcony railing and took a deep breath of the crisp night air. "What are you doing here, Tuxedo Kamen?"
He was silent, so she turned to lean on her elbows facing him. His hair had fallen over his face, slightly obscuring his eyes. Before she realized what she was doing, she reached up to brush it away.
He caught her wrist midway and held it there. His gloved hand rubbed circles on the inside of her wrist causing her breath to quicken. Her breath hitched as he brought her palm to his lips and kissed it; his eyes never leaving hers. The air between them was statically charged as their faces slowly inched closer together. He stepped forward into her space and she could smell the mint of his breath.
She licked her lips as she leaned up into him, thereby closing the distance between them.
They fit together perfectly. His kiss was warm and pliant as she ran her tongue along the bottom of his lips. Her hands rose to rest on his chest, fiddling with his suspenders and the pleats of his shirt. He groaned as he opened his mouth to her and tightened his arms around her waist. She squealed as he pivoted their bodies and she found herself pressed against a pillar.
Another flash and instead of the moon and stone of her surroundings, she was on a hilltop overlooking a lush field while leaning against a tree and being kissed by a dark haired stranger.
Though she felt as if she knew him…
He pulled back from her slightly, their lips separating with a soft pop and they rested foreheads together as they attempted to regain their breath. She glanced up at him surreptitiously through her eyelashes. His eyes were closed behind his mask and his mouth hung open slightly as he panted.
"What are we doing?" She whispered between breaths.
"I don't know." He opened his eyes and stared into hers. "But whatever it is feels right to me."
"Same." She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him back to her. His hands splayed over her ribs and thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts. She laced her fingers at the nape of his neck and threaded her fingers into his hair pulling him impossibly closer.
His entire body was pressed against hers pinning her to the pillar. His lips tore themselves from hers and they moved to trail kisses over her jawline, nipped at her ear, and down to her pulse. She threw her head back against the cool marble and closed her eyes in ecstasy.
His hands bunched at her skirt and she could feel him growing hard against her. He nipped at her collarbone and a moan escaped her. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth and she made a sound in dissent but stopped short as he put a finger to his lips.
Voices. There were voices approaching the balcony. Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed a whimper of protest as he stepped away from her.
"Come on." His voice was low and husky as he grabbed her by the hand and they made their way along the perimeter of the ballroom. Their footsteps echoed as they ran and she had another flash of familiarity in her mind; like a memory that never happened.
A billowing cape, a sword, and fighting. Lots of fighting.
She blinked and shook her head as she found herself tugged into a small alcove and pressed up against the wall; his jacket falling to the ground, forgotten. She let out a gasp as the sensitive skin of her chest made contact with the cool stone. He held her in place by pressing the full length of his body against her, thereby pinning her facing the wall. His fingers trailed lightly from the nape of her neck and down her arms causing her veins to throb with fire.
"What are you doing to me?" She barely heard him mutter against her skin as he placed featherlight kisses on her neck and shoulders. His hands moved to wrap around her front and he hugged her to him. She reached up and behind her to thread her fingers into his hair and gave a gentle tug.
"I could ask you the same thing." Usagi spun in his arms and pulled him to her by the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him close.
The stone was cold and rough against the exposed skin of her back but she didn't care. He pulled her skirts up and she shuddered in anticipation. He wedged a knee between her legs as he pulled his glove off with his teeth. She couldn't help but grind herself against his thigh as he lowered his mouth to her neck.
She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled his mouth back to hers where it belonged. His hands were frantic and he moaned as he pressed her further into the wall.
His fingers were at her panties. Pressing into her through the fabric, he grinned against her. She was soaked. His right hand massaged her breast as she silently begged for him to touch her skin to skin.
He was teasing her. He ran his finger along the edge where fabric meets skin and she whimpered.
"Shhh," he whispered into her ear and she shivered. He continued tracing the seam of her underwear and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he finally slipped a finger underneath the fabric. "You're so wet." He murmurs in quiet appreciation, snapping his eyes to hers.
She keened as he traced her folds, pausing only to dip his middle finger into her slightly. She tightened her hold around his neck to keep from collapsing. Her legs were quaking with want and she knew that she wouldn't be able to stand on her own.
"I've got you." He whispered against her lips as he tightened his hand around her waist while the other continued its ministrations. She felt him grin and she gasped as he dropped to his knees before her in proper worship. "You're so beautiful."
She barely had time to register his words before he was under her skirts and pushing her panties to the side. Her eyes widened and lolled to the back of her head as she felt him softly kissing the inside of her thigh. Hoisting her left leg over his shoulder, he hummed in appreciation as he tentatively licked the exterior of her labia.
She fisted her skirt in ecstatic agony and gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. There were people on the other side of their wall. Heat pooled in her belly at the prospect of being so intimate with Tuxedo Kamen in a public setting. She'd never pegged him for the daring type.
However, nothing prepared her for when he finally dipped his tongue inside of her and began to trace circles around her clit. She could feel her orgasm building and her chest heaved with desperation. He tightened his arm around the thigh on his shoulder as he reached up with this other hand to lace his fingers with hers.
Her vision went white as her orgasm overcame her and she yanked him up to her by their intertwined fingers and moaned into his mouth. He chuckled against her, the timbre of his voice reverberating throughout her body. She grabbed at his shirt and untucked it so that she could properly feel his skin under her hands. He was chiseled yet soft, and warm. So warm. His warmth coursed through her veins in violent torrents and she found herself fumbling with his belt.
His hands stilled hers as he met her gaze. Bringing her fingers to his lips, he kissed them while silently looking to her for consent. She smiled as she wrapped her slender fingers around the back of his head and pressed her lips to his. She wanted this. She really wanted this.
She continued her work on his belt and internally cheered when it came undone and she took him in her hand. He shuddered and dropped his head to the crook of her neck.
Emboldened by her permission, he shifted her so that she was positioned in the corner of the alcove, lifting her off the ground. Instinctively, she bunched her skirt up as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her, lubricating his shaft and she tightened her hold on his shoulders as the sensation of him filling her overtook her.
A rose garden… she could smell the sweet perfume and feel the weight of the dark haired man on top of her as he kissed her neck. A feeling of completion as he entered her and she arched her back…
She threw her head back against the wall and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as she held on for dear life. She might have scrapes on her shoulder blades after this but that was the furthest thing from her mind. It felt as if their souls were echoing off each other as he moved within her and it was all she could do to keep from crying out in her ecstasy.
His mouth was everywhere. The top of her breasts, her collarbones, shoulders, neck, jaw… everywhere he kissed was him laying claim to her; or so it felt. Her fingers wove themselves into his ebony hair and raked over his scalp. He quivered and his pace faltered but he recovered quickly. He continued his rhythm and she could feel another orgasm pooling deep in her core. She felt her walls begin to quake around him and he became erratic. He made a guttural groan before moving his mouth back to hers to swallow the moans of her climax.
He gently guided her down the floor and knelt beside her. Chests heaving, fingers intertwined, they leaned against each other in sated relief.
Suddenly there was commotion inside the ballroom and the pair looked at each other; sad that their little bubble they'd created around themselves had been penetrated.
"Usagi!" A voice called out and Tuxedo Kamen's panicked eyes flitted back and forth between her and the source of the voice. His eyes softened in apology as he helped her up and planted a kiss on her lips.
"It's okay." She whispered against his mouth. "Go!"
"Will I be able to see you again?" He stepped back while holding her hands in his.
"Sooner than you think." She kissed him once more before pushing him away, smoothing her dress and hair.
"USAGI?!" The voice called out again and Tuxedo Kamen threw her one last apologetic look before jumping up onto the ledge and leaping off into the night.
"I'm here, Luna!" She called out as she grabbed her henshin. "MOON PRISM POWER, MAKE UP!"