Blueeyeddevil06, thank you for being my beta!
Usagi walked out of his bathroom in a modest nightgown and he almost laughed at her. He forced himself to hold back because he knew she would misinterpret his reason for finding it funny. What made him want to laugh was the idea that a modest nightgown would actually work. It didn't matter if she was wearing a trash bag, he was about to go through a night of sweet torture laying next to her. She was incredibly enticing in everything she wore. And now—now she would be in his arms in bed with him. Nothing was modest enough to keep him from wanting her.
He peeled back the covers for her and invited her to join him. "Just promise me that if you wake up with a nightmare you'll wake me up too. I want to comfort you."
"I promise," she said as she got into bed. Future Mamoru had explained to her how important it was for him to feel needed, and she would be protecting him too by asking for his help.
"Good. We know from your letter you have the dream every night. He hasn't taught me how to heal you yet, so you'll probably die again. Or…he's here. I don't know what will happen in your dream."
She smiled at him, "I'll wake you and let you know. This time I won't be alone and crying. That will be really nice. It's…I'm going to have you here for me. That's huge."
He smiled and pulled her into his arms and held her. "I'm here for anything you need." He hugged her and added, "Time to get some sleep." He held her while she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
Usagi was surrounded by youma and terrified and confused. She recognized the one from her previous dream, but now there were a dozen and they were hazy and amorphous. They stood impossibly tall around her in a circle and struck out at her with their piercing arms. She couldn't move, it was like her whole body was paralyzed. Everyone made contact, slicing through her body. Tears poured down her cheeks because she felt helpless. Then she realized that not one left a mark though when they withdrew their long sharp arm.
She tried to scream and beg for help, and she wondered where the others were. Then everything changed and the youma were hissing at her and advancing toward her, closing the circle. Still, she couldn't move. A shrill noise rang out and they all froze—it was her screaming.
Then the noise morphed into the sound of Mamoru's voice. He wanted something. Her ears couldn't make out what he was saying. The youma faded and she could finally make out what he was saying.
"Usagi. Wake up." He was gently shaking her.
She opened her eyes and Mamoru was leaning over her looking concerned. "Are you okay? You were trembling."
She smiled up at him and looked into his eyes, "Right now, I'm perfect. My dream was really different, and I don't know what to make of it." She then detailed her dream to him. And then added, "I was scared in the dream, but now… it means things have already changed, doesn't it? I didn't die. That's…huge."
He breathed out a sigh, "It means things changed. I'm still sad you were so scared and all alone." He didn't voice his genuine concern. That they might save her the night of the new moon, but that the youma would attack later and kill her when no one was around to help her. He'd talk to the future him in the morning about that. He was terrified that he wouldn't be enough and she'd still die.
"I didn't wake up alone. I heard you in my dream, and you got me out." She kissed his cheek sweetly. "Thank you."
He wrapped her in his arms and his body. He wanted to shield her from the world. It floored him when he instantly felt her relax in his arms. He wondered how his touch could mean that much to her? It felt good.
As she lay there, she sighed out happily. She was in the arms of the one man she loved, and he loved her back. She didn't dare believe that was possible before. On top of that, he was the hero that rescued her. She had everything a woman could want all in one sexy man who loved her.
She wanted to live before, but now she had to. She wouldn't be the one who broke his heart like that. She saw the haunted look in the future Mamoru's eyes.
She smiled as she felt him place a light, lingering kiss on her neck. She moaned out in happiness. Everything felt perfect.
Mamoru whispered quietly into her ear. "You can't moan like that, Usako. It does things to me."
"You started it by kissing my neck," she replied huskily. "That's a… sensitive spot for me. It felt good. I liked it."
"Obviously," he commented. "You moaned."
"Sorry? Is that what you're looking for?"
The night and the dark made him bold. He pressed another kiss to her neck, this time giving her a light nip when he was done. She moaned again.
She arched her neck to give him better access. "I can't help moaning. If you don't want me to, then you have to stop doing that."
"Says the woman who bared her neck to me. Do you actually want me to stop?"
"No, you told me to stop moaning. I'm just explaining how this works, Mamo-chan."
That name went straight to his heart every time she used it. He loved the sound of his nickname she gave him on her lips. He also loved the sound of her moaning. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself.
He kissed her neck again, this time sucking lightly, not enough to bruise, but enough to get a long moan out of her. She moved his hand over her breast, and he felt the soft material of her nightgown and, most importantly, her large plump breast. He breathed hotly into her ear, "Future me is out there. I should probably stop unless you want him overhearing things." He then squeezed her breast, "Trust me, stopping right now is one of the hardest things I've ever done. I want you so much, Usako."
"You're right. That's not fair to him." She looked over her shoulder at him, "D-do you like my breasts?"
He moved and laid her flat on her back and grabbed them. "They are exquisite, Usako. You have no idea what a dream come true it is to get to touch them."
He then laid next to her and wrapped his arms around her again, "Time to go back to sleep, Princess."
"Thank you for the reason to have sweet dreams. I'll be thinking about you touching me." He was as hard as steel as she drifted off to sleep. He wondered if she was going to end up killing him.