::Warning:: This chapter is rated NC-17. If you don't like the idea of Mamo-chan being with someone other than Usagi...skip ahead to Chapter 11.



Chapter 10


A few hours later in Tokyo, the sun was peaking over the horizon. It
showered the landscape with shades of pink, orange, red and gold. The
windows of the tall buildings acted as mirrors and bounced the light off of
each other, making the area bright as midday. Mamoru stood at the sliding
window that led to his balcony. He was thinking about the way he woke up
yesterday, in the arms of the one he loved, and how this morning was very
different. Usagi left that night. They talked for hours about the possibility of
a future, about the past, and about the present. Mamoru and Usagi both
decided that it would be best if they just left things alone for awhile. The last
thing they needed to happen was to rush back together and things go wrong.
They both agreed to absolve any issues they may have and to date other
people. Usagi swore she would not touch another, but Mamoru could not
promise the same. They sealed the agreement with a hug and kiss on the
cheek and she left. After that, Mamoru did not sleep. He had a bad feeling
all night that he could not shake, a feeling that something big was about to
happen. He closed his eyes and took in the fresh morning air. He slowly
exhaled and lowered his head. He knew something was terribly wrong. He
turned around to do back in his apartment when he saw a figure in the
shadows.


"Who's there," he shouted. He walked over to the light switch and
saw Sosoru. She was a little bruised, but had a smile on her face. "Soso-
chan? What happened," he asked rushing to her. "My mother and I got into a
little scuffle." He examined her face and then her body. He noticed she was
favoring her side and he glanced down. "What's with the loose shirt? You
never wear loose shirts." She bit her lip and looked out the window. "Oh, no.
Not again," he put his hands on her shoulders and looked in her eyes, "I
want to know what happened." Sheepishly, Sosoru lifted up her shirt and she
revealed the remains of the battle with her mother. Her entire side and
stomach was full of bruises and her chest had a bandage over it. He gasped
and pulled her shirt back down. "Your mother did that to you?" He sat down
in disbelief. "How did she hurt you so much, you are immortal?" She sat
down next to him and placed her hands in her lap. "She has slowly been
poisoning me, making me mortal bit by bit. When I had my fit, it was the
potion at its final stages, I thought it was from the time travel. When I
returned home, she tried to give me the last bit of poison to make me mortal
so I would be powerless." Mamoru put his arm around Sosoru and looked
down at the floor. "Why would she do that to you?" Sosoru turned toward
him and gazed into his eyes. "She has been plotting to take over the Solar
System since the Silver Millenium. Since then, she has been letting foes of
the White Moon do the dirty work for her." Mamoru stood up and looked at
Sosoru sternly. He started pacing up and down, his breathing erratic. "You
are telling me that your mother has been plotting this all along." She stood
up and walked over to him. "Yes, that is why she didn't want me to go, she
figured I would ruin her plans. I was nothing but a pawn. That's why when I
accepted the offer to protect Earth, she objected. She tried to kill me." She
lifted up her shirt and unwrapped the bandages. With every layer, the blood
spot got redder and smaller. When she was done, she revealed the wound
that was meant to kill her. "After my mother scrapped me with the blade, I
became mortal. She then tried to pierce my heart, but she missed. Where we
battled, I have hundreds of curative plants. I stumbled and she kicked me
onto the plants. They saved me." She threw him the letter that the Queen of
Pluto wrote her. He scanned over it and dropped to his knees. "Sosoru, this
is too much." She knelt down and grabbed his hand. He then pulled her close
and hugged her, his eyes burning, wanting to cry. "I should have gone with
you," he said, angry with himself. "You would not have been able to do
anything, Mamoru. Besides, I am still here." She gave him a charming little
smile as they stood up. "You were almost killed," he moved a strand of hair
from her face and traced his finger along her chin, "I almost lost you." He
pulled her close and hugged her again. This time she drew back from the
pain. He looked on with concerned eyes as she held her side. "I am not
completely immortal yet, it will take a while for me to recover." She took his
hand and looked into his eyes. "I have a favor I need to ask you." She pulled
out a little bag from her pocket. "In here is the plant that will cure me,
Setsuna and Chibi-Usa. Also, there is a spell in here. In order for me to heal
more quickly, I need a special ceremony done. Will you perform it for me?"
Mamoru opened his hand and she dropped the little bag into it. "Of course I
will. As long as you guide me through it, I should have no problems." She
smiled and grabbed his hand. "It's not very hard at all."


She led him into the bathroom. She went in his drawer and pulled out
a white cotton towel and a white cotton face cloth. She handed it to him and
she started the bath water. "The first thing to be done is to cleanse the
wounds. First, add a single petal from the flower of the plant to the water
and add this oil." She pulled out a little bottle labeled "lavender" and placed
it in his hand. "Next take the cloth and slowly wash my wounds. Every time
you wring out the water, fold the cloth into a square." Mamoru nodded. The
bathroom was now hot and steamy from the running water. Sosoru took off
her clothes and Mamoru placed the single petal in the water, then the oil. He
then helped her into the tub and she sat down. He slowly began the process,
starting with her sides. He was angered that her own mother could do this to
her, but mentioned nothing as he continued. He rolled up his sleeves as he
worked. Slowly, the plant was working its wonders, her bruises started to
lighten. He finally worked his way up to her chest wound, which was
directly between her cleavage. He blushed as he softly moved one breast to
the side to cleanse the wound. Completing his first task, he stood up and
offered Sosoru his hand. She took it and rose out of the water. It was starting
to work. Her chest wound had closed and the bruising has almost faded. She
then pointed to the towel. "Take the towel and dry me off, starting at my
neck. Slowly work your way down to my feet, for pain is to exit at the feet."
He took the towel and started at her lovely neck. He then proceeded to her
arms and to her upper chest. He was procrastinating, trying not to be tempted
to look at her breasts, but he knew he would have to sooner or later. He took
the towel and began to dry her chest. He did so in a stroking motion, forcing
the pain downward to her feet. When he got down to her midriff, he could
not help but to glance up. Her nipples had become pert. She gave a nervous
smile and said, "I couldn't help it." He chuckled a little bit and finished
drying her off. He gave her another towel to cover herself with. She wrapped
it around her body and led him to the bedroom. "Now, take off the comforter
and outer sheets. I will lie on the bed. Take two petals from the flower. Place
one on he middle of my forehead and the other over my heart." She pulled
out another tiny bottle of oil. "This is the oil from the flower. Rub it all over
my body, chanting from this scribe." She handed him a small scribe and he
unrolled it. He looks over the words and nods. She then took off the towel
and laid down on the bed. He did what she told him. He placed the petals on
her forehead and heart and began to rub the oil on her. As he was doing so,
he was trying to think of anything except her silky skin and beautiful body.
He managed to rub the oil over her chest with no problem and her stomach
was a breeze, but when he got down to her precious area, he panicked. He
looked at her thighs and he became aroused. Noticing that he had stopped,
she looked to see what was going on. She could not speak because she could
not interrupt the ceremony. She then closes her eyes and hoped he would
continue soon. Mamoru then swallowed his fears and placed his hands on
her thigh and worked his way up toward the center where they met. Sosoru
bit her lip, but made no other outward notice that she was enjoying this. He
quickly chanted and finished at the area and breezed through the rest.


Sosoru the sat up and looked in the mirror. She turned side to side and
rubbed where the foil wound was. "You did it Mamoru. It would have taken
a month for the medicine to work on its own." Mamoru smiled and opened
the towel up. "Well, put this back on, my lovely goddess. Did you bring a
change of clothes?" Sosoru pointed to the corner of his room. There was a
small suitcase sitting right next to his dresser. "I was here for at least twenty
minutes before you noticed me." She took the towel from Mamoru and
wrapped herself up. "You seemed to be deep off in thought. What were you
thinking about," he asked. He went over to his bed and sat down. He then
took off his shirt, because it was damp and threw it on the floor. He placed
his hands behind his neck and leaned back. "Well, Usagi came over last
night. We talked and decided to get back together when we both felt the time
was right." Sosoru raised her brow, "Really? So you two are still not an
item?" He let out a big sigh and continued to look at his ceiling. "Nope. We
are just good friends at the moment. Whatever happens, happens." Sosoru
tried to hide the smirk that ran across her face. She was pleased that her love
was still free. She then walked over to the bed. She positioned herself in
front of him, her legs between his. He looked up at her and she smiled
devilishly. Her wet hair hung sexily around her face and hugged her body.
She then bent over and climbed onto the bed, on top of Mamoru. She let her
body press against his and he smiled. "What do you think you are doing,
Temptress?" She slowly made her way to his face and placed her lips over
his. "Guess," she said, her voice silky and smooth.


Mamoru placed his hands on her waist and he sat up. He then slowly
removed her towel to reveal her beautiful body. The light of day just entered
the room and shinned over her golden frame. He placed his hand on her
collar bone and slowly traced its graceful length. She purred as he then took
one of her breasts and gently grazed his finger over her nipple. With the
other hand, he traced her back with his fingers. She let out a quiet moan and
he smiled. In a single motion, he laid her on her back and cupped her breast
again. He then softly placed his mouth over her nipple and began to tease it
with his tongue. She ran her fingers through his hair as he continued to
please her. He then stopped and began to kiss her neck. He showered it with
ballads of soft, thought rendering kisses. She moaned with pleasure as he
continued all the way up to her lips. She gladly kissed him. Their tongues
met and entangled in a hot fusion. He put his arms around her and held her
tight. He presses his pelvis against hers and she felt his arousal. Her brown
eyes widened at the sensation and she purred once more. She sat up and
placed herself on top of Mamoru. Still kissing him, she placed her hand
down his night pants and caressed his manhood. He broke the kiss to let out
a moan, but she quickly put her mouth over his. She continued to pleasure
him by flicking her tongue over his pert nipple, sending chills down his
spine. He felt he could wait no longer.


Hastily, he removed his pants and she straddled him. He placed his hands on
her mound and gently parted its lips. He took his finger and found her
treasure. He played with it and she bucked her hips. She let out a faint
whimper and let her head go back. He positioned his length right above her
opening and slowly let her down onto it. Every inch that he entered felt like
heaven. Her moist opening invited him to do as he pleased. After he got all
of his manhood inside of her, she slowly rocked her hips back and forth. She
fit him like a glove, and for that, he bit his lip to prevent a moan from
escaping. She leaned forward and he began to thrust inside her. They moved
in perfect harmony, their bodies one. He placed her hands around her waist
and decided it was time to quicken the pace. He sat her straight up on his
length and thrust deep inside of her. She let out a moan and held Mamoru's
hands. He sat up with her in order to hold her close. He gently kissed her lips
and placed more kisses on her neck. He could feel his climax, but he wanted
to hold it in as long as possible. It was hard with Sosoru moaning, her voice
as arousing as her body. Unable to take anymore, she cried out and began to
kiss Mamoru's neck. He lost himself and found themselves reaching climax
together, still inside of her. Sosoru head flung back, beads of sweat flying
away. Mamoru buried his head into her chest and breathed harshly. He
closed his eyes tightly and pressed her against him. The sun glistened over
their damp, beautiful bodies. Sosoru rose her head on opened her eyes. He
focused to a dresser across the room. "Mamo-chan," she whispered, "look
over there." He lifted his head and looked at the dresser. There was a large
mirror and he gazed at their bodies through it. It was an enchanting site, her
magnificent body on top of his. He traced his fingers along her back as she
rested her head on his shoulder. "How long do you think this will last,
Mamo-chan," Sosoru asked in a childish, almost innocent voice. Mamoru
kissed her forehead and replied, "I do not know, Sosoru. But I do know that
I will cherish every moment we spend together as one, and the memories
will last a lifetime." He then slowly lay her on her back and began to kiss her
once more. She put her arms around him and savored the moment. She
showered his neck and chest with kisses and they began to express their love
again.