Hey everyone,
So I'm going through something emotional, and I can find comfort in writing whatever pops into my head, especially fan fiction and especially Usagi/Mamoru centric stories.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It allowed me to step away from reality for a couple of hours.
Enjoy.
Golak
Minako had begged her to do a low updo.
"Usa-chan, it'll look amazing with the dress." She'd reasoned, and when met with Usagi's less than excited reaction, she'd changed gears. "I'll only lend you the dress if you do a low updo."
Usagi had snorted then and had reminded Minako that she had agreed to lend her the dress because, in return, Usagi had promised to keep her mouth shot about that cute bartender at that stingy lounge in Roppongi; the one who'd annoyed Rei so much, to the point that she'd left the bar, heaving with anger, and Minako had found his smugness so alluring that she'd made him cum only a few hours later, on the back seat of his car.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."
At last, Minako had lend Usagi the dress, but had also begged her to do her hair differently than her usual buns. "You'll look older Usa-chan. And trust me, I'm sure Mamoru-kun will appreciate it too."
And Usagi had every intention to book an appointment at the small coiffeur near her office to do as Minako had instructed. But then, as per usual, she'd been running around until last minute to get her editor to sign off on her last sketches for the new Shojo series she'd been working on, and when she finally left the office, zig-zagging through the throng of salarymen and women in Shinjuku, it had been too late to do anything but wash her hair and put it up in the same style she always wore.
Mamoru was a groomsman, and he had already left for the wedding venue that morning. The groom and his wife-to-be both worked with him at the hospital. Usagi had seen them a few times; at the hospital's fundraising once, and the second time, they'd all went out for drinks with a few more co-workers. Usagi loved the couple. The bride had such a calm aura around her, it always reminded Usagi of Michiru. The groom was one of those good-hearted men that mocked himself on every turn just to make everyone else around him feel good about themselves.
Mamoru had told her the previous night that he could pick her up from home. She's said no; the hotel was a good half an hour drive, and she knew he'd be missed if he were gone for an hour. But now, as she ran around Mamoru's apartment that had become theirs for the past three years, she cursed herself for refusing his offer.
She did her make up the best she could, trying to remember all the tips Minako had given her over the years. "You need warmer colours Usa-chan, I think smoky eyes." Minako had bought her, and the rest of the girls, personal eye shadow pallets, based on their skin tones. She'd even give them the expensive skin product samples she always got from this run show and that and would check in and make sure that they used them on a regular basis. "Usa-chan, don't use pink blush, you'll look like Queen Beril. Peach is your colour." She must have given Usagi at least three peach colour blushes. "Damn you and your pore less skin Usagi-chan."
Usagi mustered all her creativity to put on a make-up worthy of Minako's beautiful, beautiful dress. It had an embroidered fitted bodice, with light pink, blue and green flowers, that hugged her small chest and waist perfectly. The skirt, light and flowy, stopped just a little above her ankles, with a cut over her right leg that showed off her round knee and shapely thigh. It was such an adult dress, formal with a hint of sexy, and Usagi loved herself in it.
She matched it with a pair of silver and gold high heel sandals she wore to her bachelorette party. The shoes brought fond memories of that wonderful spring; of the celebrations they held in honour of her and Mamoru. She had gotten drunk, really really drunk, at her bachelorette outing with her girlfriends. They'd all gone out for an intimate dinner, planned by Mako-chan, followed by dancing at a club Minako knew. Naru, Unazuki, Michiru and Haruka had been there too; and Haruka had teased Usagi all through the night. She'd whispered lewd comments into her ear as they danced. Touched her cheeks and her lower back with mischief in her eyes. Usagi must have gulped down at least three glasses of Champagne and a cocktail or two. She felt so comfortable in her skin; she'd spend the night giggling at her friends' antics and flirting with the cute waiters and bartenders and men who had noticed how adorable she looked with her eyes twinkling and alcohol bruised cheeks. She'd been so worked up by the end of the night, that she had asked Haruka and Michiru to give her a ride to Mamo-chan's apartment, instead of home. Haruka had smirked, telling her that she had the whole concept of a bachelorette party all wrong, "You're supposed to explore for one last time Odango. Not to ride the same thing." Michiru had slapped Haruka up the head, but Usagi had only laughed. Michiru had called Mamoru before they arrived at his place, and he'd come down to help his bride-to-be. And of course, Haruka had whistled after them, making Mamoru blush and Usagi laugh even harder. And oh God, that night, Usagi had done things to Mamoru that had him screaming out her name all through the night.
Damn. She had to hurry. She had to take the 4:30 train, or she wouldn't be there in time. She wanted to be there before the ceremony so she could see Mamoru in his groomsman role. She had to basically jog to the train station, which proved to be an impossible mission in those heels. She managed to throw herself inside the wagon just before the doors were shut closed. A young woman gave Usagi her seat with a gentle smile. "You'll need your strength on those heels." She said, and Usagi bowed politely. She felt a few eyes on her and blushed. She'd never been used to attention like this. She'd always been the one giving it, especially when Minako, or Rei, or Michiru, or even Mamoru were involved. And now, when she saw how the young man who stood in front of her looked at her with a flirtatious smile, she really didn't know how to react; so, she just looked away and blushed harder. Little by little, that tell-tale anxiety she always had because of running around and being late, vanished and she relaxed and thought of the good night that awaited them. She loved weddings; she loved the ceremony, the dancing, the food; she loved love, and nothing could make her happier than being part of a union like this.
She managed to get to the hotel just before the wedding planner asked everyone to take their seats; and the music began.
She sat beside a middle-aged couple who welcomed her with smiles and bow of their heads. She recognized a couple of familiar faces from the hospital and greeted them with a nod of her head and a tiny smile. She looked away from the lingering stares of one of the doctors Mamoru worked with and looked at the entrance to the hall when the rhythm of the music changed.
The groom walked in, accompanied by his brother. The huge smile he had on made everyone else gri as well. Then, the first wedding party couple walked in. A petit woman dressed in a beige knee height dress, an elegant updo and a beautiful smile; the groomsman looked overly excited to be there too. Then the next couple glided through the doors, and then Usagi turned sideways, her attention now fully on the entrance, because she knew Mamoru would be next.
She'd seen him in his tuxedo two days ago; hell, she'd seen him in more elaborate, formal attire so many times before; even thinking about the uniform Endymion wore made her knees buckle under her. Still, as he walked in, his head held high like the true prince he was, his eyes focused forward and his arm bent to keep his partner's hand steady, she felt heat rise from her toes straight to her heart; he always managed to take her breath away.
She knew he never liked attention; it's one of the things she loved about him. That even though he received it without even trying, he seemed unaware and indifferent towards it.
A small smile adorned his beautiful mouth as he guided his partner towards the rest of the group. His eyes momentarily wandered off, and when they settled on her, his smile got bigger; and Usagi's heart flipped over.
The ceremony was a beautiful affair. Filled with laughter, happy tears and words of wisdom and devotion.
And then the wedding party walked out of the hall, in the same order they'd walked in, following the bride and groom, leaving the guests to walk out to the balcony adjacent to the hall, to be greeted by flutes of Champagne and mouth-watering finger foods. Usagi stood with a female co-worker of Mamoru. Dr. Sato was a couple of years older than Mamoru; she had finished her internship and residency at the same hospital he worked at, and Mamoru always looked up to her. She'd always treated Usagi like a younger sister. She complimented her on every little thing that Usagi fancied about herself. Like that one time she had worn red nail polish, and Sato-san had told her how elegant her hands looked with red. Or when she had brought a bento to Mamoru when he had a night shift, and Sato-san had been there to tell her what a wonderful wife she was.
"Usagi-chan, wow." She raised her flute at the smaller girl and smiled when Usagi blushed prettily. "Chiba-san is going to need a CPR."
"Oh Sato-san, you flatter me." Usagi thanked the waiter who offered her a shrimp cocktail and didn't notice how he did a once over on her.
The sun shone in a distance, casting arrays of warmth and golden hue against the beautiful flower arrangements on the balcony. Tokyo skyline was stretched underneath and Usagi felt so alive. She spoke to the people she knew, introduced herself, or was introduced by someone else, to the people she didn't know. And everyone seemed smitten by her. They looked surprised to know that she was married to Mamoru Chiba, the handsome resident at Keio hospital. A few asked her, with cautious, how old she was, and that wasn't she too young to be married at twenty one?
She gulped down her Champagne and said yes to every single tray that past under her nose. The food tasted heavenly. She looked around, hoping that Mamoru would join her sometime soon. The atmosphere felt too romantic to be standing amongst people she didn't know that intimately. Minutes ticked, and still no sign of Mamoru. She knew they must have gone with the bride and groom for photos. She knew he had responsibilities that day, but it still didn't keep her from missing him tremendously.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please join us for reception." A young woman, probably the wedding planner's assistant, announced.
The hotel ballroom looked astonishingly grand and Usagi allowed her eyes to feast on all the white and gold and silver that crashed against one another to create something this gorgeous. The tables had been adorned with lace tablecloths, a tall center piece, and an array of candles and smaller flower vases. Their names had been handwritten in calligraphy and Usagi decided to take hers when the night ended.
She sat at a round table that housed nine other people, most of them already settled down when she arrived, and she sighed with relief when she saw Sato-san at her table too. She sat between her, and a gentleman who only nodded at her curtly when she smiled at him in greeting. He might have been in his mid-thirties, with what it looked like an expensive custom-made suit, dark brown hair, and serious dark eyes. He nursed a whiskey and didn't talk much to anyone at the table.
Finally, the ballroom doors opened, and the wedding party walked in with whistles and happy screams, and the MC announced the entrance of the bride and groom; and the fun began.
Mamoru found her almost immediately. His eyes always seeking her out in the crowd. That, and he obviously knew where she'd been seating. He came to their table, with a Rose in one hand and his own gin and tonic in the other and greeted his wife with a chaste kiss on the forehead. His eyes did a subtle take on Usagi's appearance, and he smiled gently, but he didn't say anything about her dress, or hair, or her overall effort to look beautiful and adult and worthy of him.
Usagi tried to push down the immediate disappointment she felt. She reminded herself that her husband had never been comfortable with showing affection in public. He wasn't a word kind of guy. He tended to woo her with stares, smirks, and teases. But that didn't mean that she never yearned for them. She didn't mind hearing him say things like "you look beautiful," or "that dress looks amazing on you," or "you're making me so fucking hard," perhaps.
He stood with her and Sato-san for a while and introduced Usagi to the rest of his co-workers at the table.
"I'll be back again soon." He whispered against her ear. "Save me a dance?"
"Always."
She sipped on her Rose and watched Sato-san dance with a woman she didn't know. She loved watching people in their beautiful dresses, and hairdos and unbidden happiness in affairs like these.
"Won't you join them?" The serious guy beside her asked.
"Oh, I'm not much of a dancer." She laughed sheepishly. "I mean, I love dancing, but I'm not very good at it. Plus," she gestured towards her shoes, "I don't think I'd be any good on these either."
The guy's eyes lingered on her feet. "Your feet are really small." And then they traveled over the cut of her dress, all the way back up to her eyes. "You look very nice." And for the first time since she had settled at the table, he gave her a smile. A serious one, but a smile, nonetheless.
"Arigato." She felt her cheeks burn with heat and cursed herself for her obvious display of discomfort. Because she really didn't hate what he said, or the way he said it, because he hadn't said it in a bad way. He seemed sincere in his words, and he had looked away from her the moment she thanked him.
She watched Mamoru talk with the wedding planner, he went out the ballroom and then returned and handed something over to the groom. She grimaced when she saw how a few other people watched him as closely as she did too. Having a gorgeous husband like him had its pitfalls, she thought.
The serious guy left the table and she saw him speak with a middle-aged man. He was tall, probably even taller than Mamoru, or maybe he just held himself upright. He had one hand in his pocket, and the other held his whiskey glass. Usagi thought that he'd look really good with Minako. Her daydreaming of a Minako and a serious guy duo had her stare lingering on him longer than she'd intended, and he might have sensed someone watching him, because he craned his head, and stared right into her embarrassed eyes. He raised his glass at her, and even though she wished that she could hide under the table and never see him again, she tipped her glass towards him too.
Mamoru came over again and sat on Sato-san's empty seat. "The bride's father might very well ruin this wedding." He mumbled against his glass, and then nodded at someone on the other side of the ballroom.
"What happened?" She leaned towards him; her bare knee touched his trouser clad leg.
"He's not thrilled about their marriage, which is kind of strange, because they've been together for a long time. You'd think he'd be okay by now. I'm playing mediator too." He leaned back, one hand settled on the back of Usagi's chair. "When did you get the dress?" He touched her bare shoulder with the pad of his fingers, let them roam down her shoulder, and she shivered, because she always shivered at his touch.
"It's Minako-chan's. I picked it up yesterday." She brought the Rose glass to her lips and looked at him from the side of her eye. "You like?"
His eyes left a point on her shoulder blades, and lazily stared at her face. "Mmm." He moved a blonde strand of hair from her neck and then looked ahead when someone said his name. "Damn." He chugged down the rest of his drink. "If I'd known it was going to be like this…," he kissed the crown of her head and left.
Usagi felt the rush of tears behind her eyes and scolded herself not to cry like a giant baby in the middle a posh ballroom, and amongst all these doctors and accomplished individuals. So, what if Mamoru hadn't liked her dress? It's not like she owned the damn thing. Plus, wasn't she the one who asked for his honesty all the time? "Mamo-chan, don't just say something to get me out of your hair." And of course, she wanted him to tell her the truth about her appearance. After all, she did the same with him. Although, it'd never been a fair comparison. Because, aside from that disgusting green jacket he loved so much, Mamoru looked good in everything he wore. The man could wear a simple rice sack and still play with her heart.
She abandoned her wine glass and peered around to see if she could find any food. She saw Mamoru instead. He stood with another groomsman and a middle-aged couple she knew were the bride's parents. He looked so invested in the conversation, that even when she stared hard at him, calling on their soul link, he only sent her a passing stare and focused back to the couple in front of him.
Usagi sighed with frustration. She was bored, hungry and her self-confidence had crumbled to the ground. She looked around, waved at Sato-san who beckoned her to where she stood with a few other people, and then she found a big table nestled by the wall, filled with hors d'oeuvres. She stood, cautiously straightened her flowy skirt, and tried to glide instead of hop towards the table. "Usagi forgets everything and everyone when she sees food." Rei always said. And though every time Usagi would stick her tongue out at her, she knew there'd been some truth to the miko's statement.
"You seem bored." The serious guy raised his hand in apology when Usagi whirled around with wide eyes and mouth stuffed with mini duck pate. "And hungry, apparently." He took a small plate and looked over the food. "What's good?"
Usagi chewed fast and swallowed faster. "Uh." She knew her face had already turned into a tiny tomato. "This is good." She gestured at the duck pate. "Those little cheese thingies are good too."
"Croque Monsieur."
"Excuse me?"
Serious guy took two duck pates and two of the cheese thingies before looking at her. "That's what their called. The cheese thingy."
It wasn't humanly possible to blush even harder, but Usagi had never been an ordinary person. "Oh." She mumbled. "You know French?"
He shrugged. "No. But I know food. And I'm good with names." He reached over and added another item to his plate. "Here." He put two pieces on Usagi's plate as well. "This eggplant canape looks good. You like eggplant, right?"
Slowly, Usagi's initial discomfort seeped away from her, and she found herself enjoying serious guy's company. He talked easily and held himself easy too. He hadn't asked for her name, and she didn't think knowing his would be any different too. The stood on the side, close to the food table, and spoke of all the restaurants and cafes they liked.
"Oh, have you ever been to Xina? It's a cute little bakery café; they make the best chocolate croissants." Usagi exclaimed, her mouth instantly watering from the memory of the taste.
"No. I'll check it out for sure." He put a cheese thingy Usagi still had a hard time remembering its name and dabbed the side of his mouth with a napkin. He had nice hands, long elegant fingers, and very clean nails.
The dancing had picked up once more, and since the bride and groom had joined in, the roars of congratulations and best wishes could be heard from here and there. Usagi watched the couple and smiled when the groom leaned forward and kissed his bride's lips. She couldn't see Mamoru anywhere.
For a moment, she thought she should go and look for him. But then again, he had responsibilities, and she didn't want to make him feel bad that she'd been all alone since she'd arrived.
"Have you ever had Middle Eastern food?" The serious guy stepped closer and leaned forward so he wouldn't have to shout too loud over the music.
"I have yes. I love it." Usagi's plate had been cleaned empty and though she really wanted to grab more appetizers, she wanted to leave some room for the main course. She didn't know what to do with her empty plate.
The serious guy must have sensed her confusion because he reached out casually, took her plate, and settled it on an empty table nearby.
"There's this Persian joint close to where I work. It's owned by a husband and wife, good people. You should definitely check it out."
Usagi nodded absentmindedly, because just then she saw a glimpse of Mamoru's head in the crowd, but then, he was gone as soon as she went up her tiptoes to find him again.
She touched her hair and then the top of her dress self-consciously when she looked back at serious guy and found his eyes on herself.
"You say you like food. But I find it hard to believe that someone who looks like you could have a big appetite."
"What about how I look?" She said a little too harshly, and immediately regretted her tone.
But the serious guy seemed oblivious, or maybe too kind to notice. "You're tiny." He settled his own empty plate on Usagi's abandoned one. "And I mean it in a good way. Like I said," he looked at her with a smile. "You look very nice."
But before her face would turn into another tomato, and her ears and chest would flame up with heat, he gestured towards the dance floor. "Care to have a dance with me?"
Even days later, when she retold the story to Minako and Ami-chan, she still didn't know what prompted her to say yes to his proposal. Maybe because she hadn't felt uncomfortable around him at all. Even the thought of him holding her hand or touching her waist hadn't bothered her. She'd never felt this much at ease even around Motoki.
Serious guy really knew his way around the music and dancing. He guided her as if they'd been rehearsing this dance for days. He didn't mind how she stepped on his feet, or how she stumbled a few times just to be able to follow his lead. He'd only smiled and encouraged her with his words and his gentle tug on her waist.
The music had changed into a slow romantic j-pop Usagi had heard so many times on radio. Serious guy nodded at a few people he knew while they danced, and told her little things about the crowd. Usagi still didn't know how he'd been related, or to whom he'd been related. But for all his stoic façade, he knew how to tell a story. Usagi couldn't stop grinning, to the point that she had to squeeze her cheeks together to stop them from hurting.
Her self-doubts had evaporated sometime during her consort with serious guy, and once again, as she was twirled on the dance floor, she started to really enjoy her time. They spoke of food and manga and nothing more, and Usagi felt grateful to have met this man who could easily be Mako-chan's male clone, and so very good for Minako.
And then, she felt his eyes on herself. She couldn't quiet explain it, but whenever Mamoru watched her, she felt arrows of tender warmth touch her skin. She titled her head to the side and there he stood, by the dance floor, his hands buried in his pant pockets, his hair pushed back to perfection and his eyes…oh God, Usagi felt her knees giving up on her, but his eyes bore into her as if they could only see her.
And then he smiled and quirked his brow, and he suddenly became Mamoru-baka, the jackass who had spent most of his senior year and first year of college teasing her relentlessly, and Usagi fought the urge to stick her tongue out at him.
"He's a jealous type." Serious guy looked above her head and greeted yet another person.
"What?" Usagi stared at him. "Who?"
"You husband." He pulled her closer, just a little, so the woman behind her could squeeze past her. "He's been watching us."
"That's not true." Usagi exclaimed. "He's very attentive, yes. But he's not jealous. I mean, he doesn't need to be."
"He's jealous." Serious guy didn't even flinch when Usagi stepped on his right foot for the hundredth time. "He was in and out of the ballroom this whole time. But if he could leave one of his eyes here, glued to you, he would have." The music came to an end, and he pulled away from Usagi. He bowed politely. "I really enjoyed your company miss. You have a brightness in you. Never change."
Usagi did a small curtsy, which she thought would be the appropriate thing since their dance had come to an end and they stood in a middle of a ballroom. She walked to Mamoru then, as she tried to take small steps and maneuver around other guests. Her feet had started to throb sometime during all the dancing, and now, it hurt to even stand on them.
"Well, well, Odango Atama." Mamoru smirked. "I see you've found new friends." His voice held his usual obnoxious tone, and Usagi laughed internally at serious guy's theory about him.
"I didn't even get his name."
"Would you like to go back and ask him?"
"I mean," Usagi looked over at their table, where serious guy had settled down. "I could do that, yes. It's only polite, right?"
"I was joking." Mamoru reached out and placed his hand against her lower back.
"Oh, what's wrong Mamoru-baka?" Usagi wiggled her brows. "Jealous much?"
"Yes." His reply came instantly, without a beat, and it threw Usagi off her game.
She stared at him wide eyed, waiting for him to elaborate further. But he just smiled and leaned closer. "You promised you'd save me a dance."
Usagi nodded and allowed him to take her hand and guide her towards the dance floor; sore feet and buckled knees be damned. She really wanted to dance with her husband.
As if hearing her silent call, the band started to play a slow cello. Mamoru bowed to her, and she did a deeper curtsy than before with a giggle. He settled one hand on her waist and the other held on to her hand in a loose grip, and pulled her close, she could feel his breath against her forehead. This is how she wanted to dance for the rest of her life. Serious guy might have been the better dancer, he moved with a fluidity of water, but her body reacted to Mamoru's in ways she didn't know possible. Somehow, on his arms, she found her balance; she found her inner princess who'd been a brilliant dancer and knew the steps by heart.
She smiled at Sato-san over Mamoru's shoulder and mimicked her wink back at her. Then her eyes wandered back to their table. Serious guy sat comfortably on his chair, with one leg over the other, and he scrolled down his phone. He must have felt her eyes on him because he looked up and nodded; and his smile seemed more genuine than all the other smiles he'd given her throughout the night.
Usagi'd feet would be the end of her. She could barely feel her right foot anymore. She leaned more of her weight against Mamoru without noticing. But of course, he noticed.
"Are you okay?" He whispered.
"My feet are killing me." She peered up at him. "Would you be disappointed if I sat down a little?"
Mamoru looked around, and she assumed that he'd been searching for a secluded chair for her to rest. But then he mumbled a come on and held her hand tightly against his own. He ushered her out of the ballroom, with her hissing through the pain, and as soon as they stood in the main hall, he scooped her up into his arms and went to the elevators on the other side.
"Mamo-chan, where are we going?"
"You'll see."
He carried her to the fourteenth floor, and into a room more beautiful than any other room Usagi had ever seen. The moon shone proud and bright in the backsplash of the ceiling high windows, and it casted silver lines over the dark interior of the room.
"What's this?" Usagi asked, when Mamoru settled her on the bed, sat beside her and started to take her shoes off.
"I booked us a room, because I didn't think I'd make it to home." He put her right shoe on the floor and started on the left one.
"Oh, so you think you'd be that long? They're not expecting you to tidy up this place after, right?"
Mamoru settled the other shoe on the floor. His eyes looked serious; even the slight hint of alcohol had vanished.
"I mean, I didn't think I'd be able to wait to get home and make love to you Usako."
Usagi's eyes couldn't get any bigger. "What?"
"What were you thinking wearing something like this without showing it to me beforehand? I have to be prepared you know, I can't think straight when you surprise me with," he gestured at her general direction, "with all this."
Usagi couldn't fathom what she heard, and she couldn't bring herself to utter a word. Mamoru had seemed so indifferent, so very casual about her dress. Had she read him wrong?
He pushed her hair and kissed her bare shoulder and then traced a thin line with his lips all the way to her neck. Usagi's eyes rolled back. The pain in her feet instantly gone and a throbbing began between her legs.
"But Mamo-chan." She moaned. "I thought you hated my dress." She leaned back against her elbows as Mamoru loomed over her.
"You are the most beautiful woman in there Usako." He licked her neck. "I was caught off guard when I saw you. I'd expected one of your cute outfits, not," He pulled back and looked at her with hooded eyes. "Not a dress that'll show off every curve."
Usagi knew that look. She'd seen it before, many times. While they'd been dating, he used to look at her the same way whenever their make out sessions turned so heated, that somehow, she'd lose her shirt, and his bare chest would heave, he'd pull away from her with a groan on his lips and watch her with the same expression. He'd looked at her the same way a few weeks after her seventeenth birthday. When he'd pulled away from her, just as she'd straddled him on his couch, and she had held his face between her hands, and stared right into his eyes. "Don't hold back Mamo-chan." She'd said to him. "I want this. I want you. I can't wait for another year." And his eyes had sharpened, and he had carried her to his bed quickly, and had made love to her all night long.
Usagi was pulled back from her reverie when Mamoru loosened his bowtie and the first button of his shirt. He had hiked up her skirt, baring both legs for his eyes to feast on. Then, he shed his jacket and pulled down the zipper of her dress.
"Don't you need to be downstairs?" Usagi whispered, as he pushed down the bodice of her dress and cupped her breast. "What about the wedding?"
"I'm not good to them when all I can think about is you." His thumb played with her nipple. "I had to fight down a hard on all night. Do you know how difficult that is?"
Usagi choked on her moan. "You had a hard on?"
"Hmm." He took her hand and placed it on the bulge that strained his trousers. "Still do, and it'll only go away when I put it in you."
Mamoru had always been semi-vocal during sex, and Usagi knew for a fact that Endymion had been very vocal. They both had dreams of their past lives, and while Mamoru's usually focused on his friends and childhood and the romance he shared with Serenity, Usagi's took her to Serenity's bedchambers as she dreamed of the many times Endymion had taken her on her luxurious bed, or by the wall, or on the floor. And he talked, a lot; dirty and heart throbbing and never holding back.
So Usagi hadn't been that surprised to hear Mamoru tell her to "cum hard on his cock" the first time they slept together. Or when he slipped inside, slow and tentative, he'd growled how tight she was and how hard he'd been for her.
She laid on her back and opened her thighs when Mamoru's naughty hand snaked between them and played with her insides. She thought she'd ought to take the dress off, but she had a feeling that Mamoru wouldn't want that. By now, she knew that sometimes her husband wanted her half naked. Sometimes, he wanted her fully nude, while he thrusted in her with only his pants and boxers around his ankles.
"You're so wet." He bit her ear gently. "I hope it's all because of me, and not your new friend."
"Mamo-chan." Usagi hissed scandalously. "Don't say things like that."
He chuckled. "Don't worry Usako. I'm just teasing you." He spread her legs further apart. "If I knew you wanted me this much, I would've brought you here sooner."
"I always want you." She breathed and smiled when his efforts on her lower lips doubled.
"I can't take much foreplay Usako." He gulped down hard. "Is that okay?"
"Oh, just shut up and fuck me Mamo-chan."
"You little minx."
And he did what she'd asked of him. And he did it with a passion she'd remembered of Endymion. And he was vocal. Oh God, and his words shot arrows of pleasure through her body.
Like when he flipped her on her front and forced her to arch up to him and growled. "I want to see my cock in and out of you." Or when she moaned for him to cum inside her and he chuckled deep in his throat. "Next time love, now, I want to cum all over you." And then he flipped her again to shoot his load on her breasts and chest, mindful of her dress still loosely around her waist. Or when she cleaned herself in the bathroom, and then he was right behind her, all horny and needy and just had to have her again.
An hour later, Usagi was seated at her table, between Sato-san and serious guy, listening to the wedding party toasts. She could smell Mamoru on herself, and she wondered if anyone else could smell him on her too. She had tried her best to compose herself, to do her hair just the way she'd sported it all night. And while her center felt sore, and her nipples sensitive, she felt satiated beyond words. She looked over at Mamoru, who held a Champagne flute and listened to the maid of honour's toast. His eyes sought her then, and he smiled and winked, and she had to look away, because as much as she loved her Mamo-chan, the memory of Mamoru-baka was something that she'd always cherish.
The wedding planner announced that dinner is served and Usagi leaped up with glee. Her stomach had growled angrily a few times, and their wild sex had doubled her appetite too. But her happiness proved to be short lived. Because before she could reach the Fabolous dinner table, Mamoru took her hand and pulled her with him.
"But Mamo-chan, I'm so hungry."
"I'll bring you a plate upstairs Usako." He pulled her inside the elevator and kept hitting number fourteen on the keypad. "You eat food and I'll eat you."
"Deal."
The End.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or its characters. All rights are reserved for its amazing creator, Naoko Takeuchi.
I just own the story I tell.