Author's Note: Well guys, I got inspired. Welcome to day 2 of the honeymoon. Please, please, please leave some comments. I'd really like to know what you think. If I can get 10 comments I'll post another chapter. Thanks for reading!

"Usako…" her brow furrowed. What time was it? Surely it wasn't time to get up. She turned over, pulling the blanket up to her face- resolved to go back to sleep. The bed shifted next to her, making her growl in frustration. She was about to turn over again when a soft, warm hand touched her face and ran it's fingers through her hair.

"Mmmm."

"It's time to get up, Usako." She took a deep breath, drawing his scent in. Her whole body tingled and joy welled up in her chest. She cracked her eyes. Mamoru sat next to her on the bed, shirtless and with a cup of coffee in his hand. His smile was warm and filled with love.

"Mamo." she blinked some of the sleep from her eyes. A pout touched her face. "We're supposed to be on vacation, can't I sleep longer?"

"Well I might have let you but you're the one who scheduled that British high tea thing."

"What time is it?!"

"10:00." Usagi sat bolt upright.

"10:00!? Why didn't you wake me up sooner!?" She paused, feeling the cold air touch her naked skin. A pretty pink blush crossed her cheeks. She pulled the blanket up to cover her chest. The previous night's activities sprung to mind and the blush darkened, spreading to her ears, neck, and disappeared under the blanket. She averted her eyes. "Uh-uhm." she cleared her throat. Last night she'd felt far less inhibited in the dark when everything was silhouettes and dark outlines. Now they sat in the bright morning sun.

"Usako…" Mamoru whispered, "please… let me look at you." Her grip on the blanket tightened and she shrunk back a little. She gazed at him through her bangs. His eyes were so gentle and calm. Her grip on the blanket relaxed and she lowered it to her lap. She thought she saw the slightest tinge of pink touch his cheeks but it was so faint that she couldn't be sure. Reaching up he brushed his knuckles down her cheek then dropped down to her chest, following the soft curve of her breast. His knuckles were rough against her smooth skin. His thumb grazed her nipple making her gasp. The look in his eyes was intense and almost trance-like. It almost made her want to cover up again. His hand slipped under her arm and around to her back. He pulled her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Drawing a deep breath he relished in her scent. He peppered open-mouthed kisses across her skin. Her mind was swimming with want. He pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. "Usako…"

"Hmmm."

"Usako… you…"

"Yes?"

"You… should really get ready to go." Her mind snapped back into focus.

"What?"

"Go you should get ready to go." His voice serious but had a slightly joking tone to it. She gave him an incredulous look.

"Seriously!?"

"Yeah, seriously."

"That's not fair. You can't get me all flustered and then just… just stop."

"Sure I can. Get dressed. I brought you some coffee." With that he set the cup on the nightstand, got up and walked casually back out of the room. She sat, turned on and frustrated. After staring wide-eyed at the doorway for a couple of minutes she got up and went to the bathroom to start getting ready.

'You are so paying for this, Mamo.' she thought devilishly. 'You will pay.'

They sat in the car. Usagi rested her head against the glass, arms folded and a scowl on her face. "You don't have to be so upset." Mamoru said lightly.

"How could I not be?" irritation clear in her voice. He chuckled.

"I just wanted to get you ready for later."

"You're cruel." She huffed.

"That may be so, but you make it way too easy." She glared at him for a moment then returned to looking out the window. They spent the rest of the drive in silence. It wasn't long before they arrived at the tea room. Mamoru had been concerned about irritating her until he saw how engrossed she was with all of the little tea cakes that came with the experience.

"Mamo, you shuld wreely try dis one." she said mid bite and offering him the half-eaten cake. It seemed that no matter how mature she had become there were parts of her that just never changed. He chuckled a little as he reached for the cake. His hand stopped halfway and his eyes grew wide. Her foot had very solidly pressed against his crotch and ran down the inside of his leg under the table. "I'm sorry, Mamo, did I kick you? I was crossing my legs." she said innocently.

"Uh...um. N-no, you didn't." he stuttered. It certainly wasn't a kick. The question was: did she do it on purpose? Her demeanor said 'no'. It was an accident, surely. Usagi had already moved on to another tea cake as if nothing had happened at all.

"Hey, I was thinking we could go shopping after we're done. There was a cute little marketplace we passed on the way here." He shifted on his chair to readjust.

"Yeah, sure."

They got to the market Usagi had mentioned earlier. It was a really nice shopping area. Usagi went from store to store with exclamations of joy. "Oh Mamo, look at this one!" She bent over to pick up some trinket. He froze. She had pressed her rear against him, the mini skirt she was wearing rode up allowing the thong she had on to peak out. "Oops, I didn't realize you were behind me." her voice was matter-of-face and very convincing.

"It's… ok…" he said suspiciously. He felt himself twinge. "What were you trying to show me?" He forced himself to focus on the little lucky cat figurine she'd picked up.

"Isn't it cute?" He was trying but he still couldn't see any indication that she was doing anything on purpose. 'She's never been good at acting.' he thought. 'I'm just noticing more than usual.'

"Mamo, what's wrong?" Her question pulled him from his thoughts.

"Yes, of course. Did you want this one?" She smiled at him brightly.

"Please!" He smiled at her.

"Then it's yours." They went and checked out. Another hour went by without incident. By the time they went back to the car they had accumulated several bags worth of souvenirs. Mamoru opened the trunk and put everything inside. As he was putting everything down he felt Usagi's arms wrap around him from behind, her breasts pressed firmly against his back.

"Thank you Mamo. Shopping was fun." one of her hands wrapped firmly around his waist but the other slipped expertly into the front of his pants and under the boxers he had on. She grasped him firmly, running her thumb up and down his length. He gasped and his breathing became labored. She had been doing it on purpose. All of those "accidents" rubbing up against him and the several times she'd bent over showing off her thong. "I think I want to go out for dinner. Maybe Italian…" Her voice was sultry and heavy. The words only just made it to him through the fog that had settled in his mind.

"D-dinner?" he asked, far away.

"Well yeah… aren't you hungry? I am…" from her tone it was clear she wasn't just talking about food. His breathing came in short bursts. He grew dizzy. She squeezed him, eliciting a groan from deep in his chest. Her hand left his pants suddenly and he couldn't stop the whimper that slipped from his lips at the loss. "I'll drive." her statement was spoken in her usual bubbly tone. Before he could protest she had already snatched the keys and was headed to the car door.

"Usako." he said sharply.

"Are you coming or not?" he looked at her with a slight glare. After a moment he went to the passenger side and got in. They rode in silence. Usagi radiated an air of victory as she drove them to the restaurant. Mamoru stared out the window as Usagi had done earlier. He took deep calculated breaths, attempting to bring himself under control.

By the time they arrived he'd been able to calm himself enough to think clearly. They entered and were sat almost immediately. Usagi had a confident, victorious look plastered on her face. They waiter came by. "Good evening folks, my name is Toya and I'll be helping you tonight. Can I start you with something to drink?"

"Just water for me." Mamoru said, still looking the menu over.

"I think I'll have a Sex on the Beach." Usagi said brightly. "Oh, and some water." she added. Mamoru's eye twitched. She was doing a very thorough job of getting him worked up.

"You got it!" their waiter said merrily, oblivious to the situation. As soon as the waiter was out of earshot Mamoru put the menu down and looked at his new wife sternly.

"I know what you're doing." he said, slightly upset.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." She responded, not even glancing up from the menu. He again felt her foot sneak into his crotch and press down on him firmly. She surely would not have done so if there hadn't been the tablecloth to hide her actions. His eye twitched again along with his member. Before he could speak again the waiter came back with their drinks.

"Are you ready to order?"

"Yes." Mamoru said curtly.

"Actually, I haven't decided yet. Would you mind coming back in a few minutes."

"Yes, of course." again the waiter disappeared from the table. A moment later Mamoru was glaring at her again. His breathing was slightly labored.

"Usako, this is unusually cruel. You can't seriously keep this up" he growled out.

"That may be so, but you just make it so easy." each word was said carefully, deliberately. Her eyes watched him carefully over the edge of her menu. Those were the exact words he'd used at the beginning of the day. "I'm just getting you ready for later." She was definitely punishing him.

"This doesn't even compare... "

"And how exactly do you know that?" she interrupted. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before leaving a project un-finished." The waiter appeared again before he could give an answer. Usagi was going to make sure he suffered, that was clear. She ordered each item- appetizer, salad, dinner, desert- making sure to leave several minutes between "deciding" on each. The whole time they were at the restaurant she would play with him under the table for a bit and then stop. He tried moving his chair away from the table but her legs were just so long it didn't matter. 'Her legs' he thought. Then all he could think about was how her legs disappeared under her mini skirt and flashing that thong from earlier in the day. Somehow she managed to stretch dinner out for about two and a half hours. After her Sex on the Beach was gone she ordered a Slippery Nipple. "I guess you'll have to drive us back." she said, slightly buzzed. They finished up dinner, paid, and left.

On the way back Mamoru gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. Usagi hummed, her eyes closed. "That was a really good day." she said softly. He didn't give a response. She shifted a little, reaching behind her to undo her bra. Once freed from it she dropped it on the back seat of the car. She brought her hand back and rested it on his knee. "I think I'll take a dip in the hottub later." she sighed. His breathing again became labored but he still did not give her a response. Her hand traveled up his leg and rested just inside his thigh. At that moment they pulled into their parking spot at the apartment. He shut the engine off and sat for a moment, trying to control his breathing. As soon as the car was off she'd got out and was heading towards the door.

Mamoru sat, watching her swing her hips as she walked to the door. Slowly, deliberately, he got out of the car. He locked the door and walked to the apartment. When he stepped through the door the apartment was dark. Usagi hadn't turned on any of the lights. The door closed behind him. When he turned she stood there with her arm across the door. In less than a heartbeat he was on her. Usagi gasped at the closeness. "I… am going to… make you pay for today." Mamaru whispered through gritted teeth.

"Good lord I hope you do." she whispered back. She cried out in surprise as he pressed her harder against the door, grinding his growing erection into her hip.

"And here I thought that the precious princess Serenity was supposed to be pure…" he growled into her ear.

"Who says I'm not? We're married aren't we?" He pressed his face into her neck, biting down on her collarbone. "Oh, yes." she breathed. It didn't take him long to rid her of her blouse and underwear. He leaned in and captured her lips in a feverish kiss. Her fingers nimbly worked the buttons of his shirt out and pulling it from his shoulders. Before she could get to his pants he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. Once there he threw her on the bed. She landed with an "ouf" and pushed herself up onto her elbows. She watched hungrily as he undid his belt, dropping it on the floor. He moved onto his pants. She looked on, her eyes dark with want.

"You have been very, very naughty today." He said. Her breathing became labored.

"Yeah? What are you going to do about that?" His pants fell to the floor followed closely by his boxers.

"Why don't I show you?" He breathed. Before she could protest he'd pulled her to the edge of the bed and flipped her onto her stomach.

"Mamo…" she whined. He'd left her in her skirt on purpose. Somehow it turned him on even more, having the small piece of fabric between them. Panting, he lifted her onto her knees and pressed himself against her opening. She looked at him over her shoulder, desire apparent in her eyes. "Please... Please…" she whimpered, pressing back onto him. Whatever control he may have had fell away. He steadied her hips and rammed into her. "Ah!" Usagi cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She was still so tight, so new. He closed his eyes and his head rolled back in relief. He'd needed this all day. Still, he paused, worried he'd hurt her.

"Usako?" his voice was strained but concerned. After a moment she shifted and pressed back into him.

"I'm okay." she assured over her shoulder, her voice hoarse. Mamoru's breathing became labored and he ground into her, pressing deeper than he had the night before. He ran his hands over her thighs and up to her rear. Massaging the muscles, he pushed the skirt up her back a little. Grasping her hips he pulled out and thrust back into her, pulling her back to meet him at the same time. Stars speckled her sight. He'd hit a spot so deep that it made her head swim. She let out a cry filled with joy. "Oh yes…" she exclaimed.

"Ooooh, Usako… Aaaaah" He began to move steadily at first but his pace grew sporadic and feverish. He pounded into her, hitting that glorious spot he'd found over and over again. Usagi was lost in her desire. Her eyes were pressed shut and she drew closer and closer to the edge.

"Mamo… please." she begged, her voice high pitched and strained. Encouraged he drove into her with determination. As he did, he felt himself drawing close to his finish. His orgasm came like a tidal wave. He cried out her name. His finish triggered hers and she came like the ocean crashing on the rocks. They rocked together at the edge of the bed, both lightheaded and dizzy. He felt himself pour into her, pulsing, emptying himself completely. They remained that way, panting. Soon he was forced to pull out and fall on the bed, his legs failing him. Usagi whimpered at the loss of him and fell onto her side, facing him. They both shimmered with sweat and lay on the bed limp, completely spent. Finally Mamoru opened his eyes and let his head roll to the side to look at her. They were still deep and far away.

"You are so very wicked." he whispered.

"And you so very liked it." she whispered back. A chuckle came from deep in his chest.

"You're right. Maybe a little too much" They stayed that way a moment longer.

"I don't think so." she murmured. Exhaustion was creeping in on them. Before they both passed out, Mamoru crawled up to the pillows and pulled Usagi to rest next to him. "I love you, Mamo." she whispered, drawing closer to sleep.

"I love you too." Mamoru whispered. Before they both drifted off Usagi snuggled up to his chest and he pulled the blankets over them. Before long they were both snoring lightly, enjoying the best sleep either had ever experienced.