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Prompt: Reunion/"I thought I'd never see you again"

Taking place in a universe where Usagi and Mamoru know their superhero identities but were too stubborn to get together.

Light.

Glowing, sparkling brightness unlike anything she'd ever witnessed.

The laughter of her friends: a glowing melody filling the aching gaps of her soul.

His handsome face, beaming at her in a way he never had before…

Usagi's eyes fluttered open, mild confusion settling over her sleep hazed mind. It felt like she had just been somewhere else. Somewhere…

She bolted upright with a gasp. The Cauldron. It had restored the world, returning the stolen starseeds to their rightful owners. The Starlights, her Senshi, her…

Mamoru.

Usagi scrambled on the first set of clothes she found, hastily brushed her teeth, and was out the front door before her mother even registered her presence.

Mamoru…her ally, her not quite friend, had never made it to America. Had never even made it to the plane. With peace lingering for months, they had assumed the world was safe, and he jumped at the opportunity to study halfway across the world. Usagi and the Senshi had wished him well, and he left a phone number to call him in case a new enemy reared its head.

Only she hadn't called. When intruders began stealing starseeds, all ten Senshi were present and accounted for, not to mention the mysterious Starlights. Usagi couldn't bring herself to be selfish enough to call Mamoru halfway across the world and force him back to battle, even if she did miss Tuxedo Mask swooping in to rescue her from her own clumsiness. Even if the thought of him leaving her behind and beginning a life that didn't include her made her stomach clench.

And because she never called, she didn't know that all those months, Mamoru had been missing and nobody was looking for him.

Usagi didn't give herself time to think as she banged her fist on his apartment door, panting and sweating from her mad dash to reach him. The handle turned, and Usagi's pounding heart nearly died in her chest as Mamoru revealed himself. He wore black sweatpants, a faded gray sleep shirt, and though it looked like he'd been awake for a bit, his obsidian locks were still mussed by sleep. His eyes widened behind those adorable glasses as he took her in.

They said nothing as they stared at each other, Usagi trying desperately to calm her breathing. He was here, he was breathing…he was alive.

Without a word, the door opened wider and Mamoru stepped aside, silently granting her entry. Usagi took it with no hesitation, kicking off her shoes the moment she passed the threshold.

She spun to face him as the door shut, leaving them alone for what might have been the first time ever. She opened her mouth to speak, but whatever she wanted to say died in her throat. He was so close, only a foot away. How could she form a fraction of a thought with those sapphire eyes peering down at her?

Then he was pulling her towards him, his arms circling her and squeezing her to his chest. Usagi's arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, fingers fisting his t-shirt and inhaling that linen and musk scent that was purely Mamoru.

"I didn't know." Usagi's voice cracked on the last word.

"It's okay," he whispered into her hair.

"I would have–" a sob escaped her throat and Mamoru's arms tightened around her. "You needed help and I didn't even–"

"Usagi," Mamoru's voice was soft but firm. "I made the choice to leave."

"But–"

"I wish I had stayed here with you," he continued, "but that choice was mine."

His words hung in the air between them. Usagi remembered when he first broached the subject with her, and their subsequent interactions up until the last time she saw him at Crown. Any time they'd discussed his impending departure, there was excitement in his voice, but now she could see something else that had been behind his eyes. Like some part of him wished she'd ask him to stay. Her final words to him hadn't been heartfelt or sincere. She had merely thrown him a 'stay out of trouble, Baka,' and waved him away. Hadn't given him so much as a thank you for everything he'd done for her over the years, hadn't accompanied him to the airport. If she had, she could have stopped this. He never would have died, and she never would have had to watch as Galaxia shoved his body over the ledge…

"Please don't blame yourself," Mamoru whispered, breaking her from that dangerous train of thought. One of his hands cradled her head while the other ran slowly, soothingly up and down her back. "You should know I went down fighting. I like to think I'm far from a helpless damsel." Usagi could hear the smile in his voice.

"I'd never accuse you of that," she said quietly, letting out a small huff of amusement.

They stood holding each other quietly for a few moments, Mamoru's capable arms keeping her steady as she steeled herself for her next confession.

"I missed you," she murmured into his damp shirt.

Mamoru went stark still, becoming a boulder against her. Then, letting out a shaky breath, he asked, "Really?"

Usagi nodded, refusing to look at him. "Yeah. I wish–" She took a deep, shaky breath. "I wish I had tried to make you stay. That I had…been more honest with you."

It shouldn't have felt so natural to still be hugging, and yet Usagi couldn't bear to tear herself away from his warmth, his essence, his life. Wrapped in Mamoru's protective embrace was the only place she wanted to be.

One of his arms shifted, and she felt trembling fingers against her cheek. Usagi leaned into his touch, and without thinking, pressed her lips against those shaky fingers and kissed them. Mamoru let out a barely audible gasp, and the pads of his fingers gently raised her jaw, bringing her inches from his stormy eyes.

"Tell me again," he whispered. Usagi had never seen him look so vulnerable, like he was willing to hand over his heart and allow her to shatter it.

She wouldn't. Not now, not ever.

"I missed you," she said softly, shedding away the walls between them.

Mamoru lowered his face closer, eyes darting to her lips when she inadvertently licked them.

"Again," he quietly commanded.

"I missed you," she whispered on a breath as his lips softly pressed into hers. It was so light, the contact barely there, and yet every nerve ending in Usagi's body was set aflame, sizzling her skin and burning through her very breakable heart.

"Beautiful." His breath caressed her lips as he cupped her face with both hands. "So damn beautiful."

Usagi whimpered as his mouth met hers again. This kiss was hungrier, and grew more heated as his tongue caressed her teeth.

"Even in death," he breathed between kisses. "Even in that void, Usako, I felt your absence, and I missed you."

Usako.

Usagi's teeth sunk into his lower lip at the endearment, earning her a deep groan from Mamoru. When she backed him forcefully against the wall, he let loose, and she felt the warmth of his hands travel beneath her shirt and up the bare skin of her back. Usagi couldn't help the whimper that escaped her throat at his touch, and Mamoru swallowed it as she arched her body, pressing herself flush against him.

There were no words sufficient enough to tell Mamoru exactly how much he meant to her, how deeply she felt for him, and how losing him had broken her almost irreparably. There were only her hands, her lips, and her body to relay everything he needed to know, and she let them do the talking. Mamoru responded in kind. When Usagi's arms wrapped around his neck, he dipped and scooped his arm beneath her knees, carrying her to the couch. Their lips never broke contact as he laid her along the cushions, and she clung to him as he climbed atop her, his body enveloping every part of her.

His hardness pressed against her core as he ground against her, both of them groaning into each other's mouths at the contact. This was a different Mamoru than the boy who always fought beside her and the aloof student who always managed to get the best of her. This Mamoru was untamed, feral with his need; a version of him she'd only allowed herself to fantasize. His touch roamed from her neck, ribs, hips, taking one of her thighs and hitching it around his waist. Those large hands were everywhere except where she really wanted them.

"Touch me," she panted, as his mouth left hers to kiss down her jaw. "Please, Mamo-chan."

The sound that left his throat was nearly a whimper, his breath tickling her ear and making her squirm. Mamoru's traveling hand disappeared beneath the hem of her shirt, sliding up her skin before he thumbed her pebbled nipple through her bra. Usagi whined as her own hands reached the skin of his back, tugging at his t-shirt.

There were too many layers between them. Mamoru was still grinding into her core, and the building pleasure was becoming too much. They'd both come in their pants if he kept this up.

"Need you. Please–" Usagi moaned as he threatened to bring her even higher.

Mamoru let out a low chuckle. "Are you begging, Usako?"

Pride was a foreign, forgotten concept, and that deep, primal part of her keened at Mamoru's dominant taunt.

"Take your pants off." Usagi didn't try to hide the desperation in her voice as she tugged his shirt over his head, sending his glasses to the floor in the process. She groaned in satisfaction at the sight of his naked chest, fingernails raking down the hard plane of his pectorals and the ridged sculpt of his abs. She made to yank his sweatpants down but his hands gripped hers, bringing them up and pinning them above her head.

"Mamo-chan!" She squirmed as Mamoru flattened his body over hers, his erection still rubbing against her drenched shorts.

"Tell me again," he drawled, collecting both of her wrists in one hand and using the other to lift her shirt and bra, that sinful tongue laving over an aching nipple.

Usagi whined in frustration. He always delighted in torturing her, now preening with arrogant joy at finding another way to do it.

"Please," her voice was hoarse as he licked over her other nipple, then bit down softly. "God, I need you."

"Do you need my cock, Usako?" He taunted.

"Yes!" She writhed beneath him.

"You need my cock buried inside that pretty little pussy?"

"Fuck–"

Mamoru let out another dark laugh before releasing her wrists. In nanoseconds, he had yanked her shorts clean off her legs, and wiggled out of his sweatpants just enough to see what awaited her. The length of his cock loomed above her, thick and impressive and she needed it now.

His hand dipped into her sex, easily sliding a finger into her wet entrance. He smirked as he added a second finger, pumping lazy as Usagi writhed.

"You're ready for me aren't you, sweetheart?" He crooned.

Usagi couldn't answer, too overwhelmed with her desire and lust. His deep blue gaze never left hers as he removed his fingers and brought them between his lips, moaning at the taste of her.

"I'm going to absolutely devour you later," he promised, lining up his cock at her entrance.

"Please," she whispered, taking his head in her hands, fingers threading through his onyx locks. His lips crashed into hers as he sank his length into her, burying himself to the hilt with one swift pump. He swallowed her moan as he filled her completely, giving her a moment to adjust to his size.

"You feel–god, Usako, you feel incredible." He huffed.

Usagi whimpered as he pulled back, then filled her up again with more force, quickly setting a pace. There would be no taking their time. This union was years in the making and they both felt the heat of it, the deep seated need of their souls to combine, giving into their long held desire.

She reached around Mamoru's waist, nails slicing at his back when he changed his angle to hit her even deeper.

"Why did we wait so long for this?" She panted after a wanton moan.

Mamoru let out a breathy laugh, his hooded, sapphire gaze penetrating hers. "I don't know," he said hurriedly, "but I'm never letting you go now. You know that, right?"

It was a promise, and Usagi recognized the deep commitment of that vow.

"You're mine," she growled, squeezing his ass in confirmation. Mamoru growled, kissing her fiercely. His tongue slid into her mouth to dance with hers, invading every empty space, every void to make up for lost time.

"Harder," she commanded against his lips. "I need you harder."

Her moans grew louder and higher as Mamoru acquiesced, grunting with the effort. Sweat dripped from his brow as his pelvis smacked against her clit with every thrust. He brought her even higher, ascending the clouds and the stars and any past or future. There was only now, his beautiful face, his body covering hers, and the orgasm bursting from her center, consuming all of who Usagi was and would ever be.

"Oh god–" Mamoru's voice was tight. "So beautiful. I'm gonna–I'm coming–" He cried out as his cock spilled inside her. Usagi, still whirling in her mind blowing orgasm, watched him with awe as his face twisted in rapture, and as she took his pleasure as her own.

He all but collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, sweating, and spent. Usagi's fingers glided through his silky, now even messier hair as she held him to her chest.

Mamoru's lips caressed her throat, making her still sensitive body shudder. "I hoped I would last longer," he confessed.

Usagi smiled. "Maybe next time we won't be so rushed."

He lifted his head to look at her, hope and vulnerability in his eyes. "Next time?"

She had never seen him quite so eager, and her smile widened at his query. "I meant it when I said you're mine."

Mamoru's already flushed cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, but his expression softened as he leaned down to kiss her. It was so sweet, his swollen lips gently blanketing hers.

"Good," he whispered, "because you're mine."

They laid there for what seemed like days, kissing and nipping at each other's lips until Mamoru grew hard again, and this time they did indeed take their time. Usagi rode him as he sat up on the couch, savoring his hands on her skin, and how he met her thrust for sensual thrust.

When they finally made it to the bedroom, Mamoru made good on his promise to devour her, feasting on her until she came twice.

Hours later, when their lust was finally sated, Usagi fell asleep in Mamoru's arms for the first time. Her dreams whispered promises of forever, of a future made of Crystal and light, with Mamoru and her friends eternally at her side.

I forgot to write a condom but always have safe sex my friends 3 Don't forget you can follow me on Tumblr ReisPinkOveralls and I'm also on AO3 as ReisPinkOveralls00