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Chapter 2: Talking Helps [Bring Back Memories]
Usagi stared at the half gallon of milk and one piece of chocolate cake in the other wise empty refrigerator. On impulse she grabbed the cake, assuring herself that she was allowed to eat it, she no longer modeled. Plus you love this stuff, she told herself after one heavenly bite. She looked up as Minako walked in. She opened the refrigerator and stared at milk container for a minute before closing the door and putting the kettle on for tea.
"We really need to go shopping Minako," Usagi said through a mouthful of chocolate goodness.
"You're such a lady," Minako commented dryly. "I can see why you were a top super model."
Usagi only rolled her eyes and continued eating, praying her aunt would just take her tea and leave.
"Usagi, why don't you join me for tea in the living room? We can talk more comfortably in there." Nope her aunt wanted to talk about the festival. Usagi sighed inwardly. She knew this would happen sooner or later. She was just hoping for later.
The kettle whistled and Minako grabbed the wooden handle and two mugs. "Come on dear," she said as she walked through the swinging door into her spacious living room. Usagi stood, rinsed off her plate and set in the sink, and then followed her out, plopping onto the couch unhappily.
Minako took a seat across the table and began to pour the tea. "Well?"
Usagi sighed and pushed back a strand of blonde hair. She knew it was useless to play dumb. "I met Mamoru four years ago."
"Really? One lump or two?"
"Two please. Thank you," Usagi said taking her tea and then taking a sip. "Yes. It was four years ago. I went to a one-man art show, which happened to be his. It was like what you read about in romance novels and fairy tales. Our eye's met across the room. He walked over and we spent the rest of the night talking about anything and everything. He asked to see me the next day and I agreed. How couldn't I? I was totally swept away."
Minako nodded. "I'm sure you were. That man has always had more charm then he knows what to do with. If he wasn't so talented, I would think the ladies bought his artwork just because he charmed them into it."
Usagi hid her slight frown behind her teacup and then continued. "We went to the beach the next morning and acted like immature juvenile delinquents. Then we walked along the boardwalk eating hot-dogs and cotton candy, window-shopping, and people watching. That night he took me to a secluded little French café off in the cliffs, with a chef who prepared flaming hot crepes right at our table and prices so high they weren't on the menu. I always though we were well to do in my childhood but the bills he laid down horrified me. Not so much any more though." Usagi paused and took another sip of tea. "I was in total heaven. After he kissed me goodnight, he asked if tomorrow night I would go to his house so he could make me dinner."
"That sounds like a dream Usagi. What went wrong?"
"Oh, He picked me up and we had a wonderful dinner. He was quite a cook. It was wonderful all night long until I woke up and he asked if I had time for breakfast before I went back to Moon? I had thought he would propose or at least say 'I love you.' I was obviously wrong."
Minako patted Usagi's arm. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me."
Usagi shook her head. "I didn't want to tell anybody. I was so embarrassed. And hurt."
"Oh, honey."
"Yeah. It's called 'Pathetic Naïve Girl Learns About the Real World from Rich Experienced Man.' I learned the art of a one-night-stand on my first try." Usagi concluded bitterly. "I should have known."
"Usa," Minako cut in. "It's a shame that that happened, but not all relationships turn out that way."
"Oh really?" The blonde cut in. "What about my parents? What about you and Motoki?" Tears spilled from her azure eyes and she wiped them away angrily.
"Usagi Tsukino! Shame on you!" Minako scolded. "You know your parents' situation is completely different then anybody else's. They loved each other deeply, you know that! And as for Motoki and me, I knew that would probably happen when I married him."
"Then why did you?" Usagi interrupted.
"Because I loved him, baby. And I wanted to at least try. That and I figured a few years with him were better than none. And those few years were wonderful."
"If they were so great, then why did he leave?"
"Because he loved archaeology first and when his chance came up, it would have killed him not to take it. And I couldn't have bared to make him stay."
Usagi remembered the night Motoki left. He had come in bursting with joy that he had been asked to lead a dig in Africa. He had kissed them both and said he would be back someday to get them. But someday had never come. Minako had taken Usagi into her arms and kissed her forehead telling her that they were strong and that they had each other. And Usagi had cried at the second reshuffling of her life.
"How can you just talk about him like that?" Usagi asked incredulously. "After what he's done to you!"
"Because I stopped caring about him long ago. I realized what I had known all along and came to terms with it. Some people make better friends then lovers."
"I could never be friends with Mamoru."
"Well, you still care about him and that's why. But when you come to terms, I bet you two could become great friends. Oh and speaking of Motoki, he called recently. He gives you his love, whatever that is."
"Thanks Aunt Minako. I'm off to bed now." Usagi said standing with a stretch.
"Sure things baby. Talk to me anytime ok? Now sleep well."
Usagi nodded and kissed her aunt on the cheek before heading upstairs.
Usagi pulled off her clothes and walked into her bathroom, placing her hose and panties unto the sink. She started washing them, trying to keep her mind of a certain tall, dark, and handsome male by the name of Chiba. All the memories she had worked hard to keep buried for four years were coming back after seeing him for approximately five minutes. She glanced up at her nude form in the mirror. With a photographer's eye she studied her full breasts, slim torso, and rounded buttocks. This body had come alive under Mamoru's expert touch. Now it felt only half-alive. She sighed and hung up the laundry to dry before moving back into her room and pulling on a pale pink nightgown. She pulled back the covers and slid in, snuggling against the soft plush of her favorite stuffed bunny.
All she could think about was Mamoru Chiba and their brief time together. She had known that he wanted to have sex when he had invited her over for dinner. She stayed up almost the whole night before, thinking and dreaming about what it would be like. She had dressed in a formfitting, little black dress with black heeled sandals that accented her long, curvy legs. She had spent 2 and a half hours curling her hair and piling it on her head. How he had loved to play with those curls.
He had picked her up and started the hour drive back to his house making a few stops here and there to 'enjoy the scenery and each other' as he put it. Then he had made her a wonderful dinner of grilled chicken salads with fresh French bread and homemade vinaigrette dressing. They had walked along the beach picking up seashells and then went and snuggled on his couch. When the clock struck eleven Usagi had stood and suggested that it was perhaps time for her to go. He had asked her to stay and listen to a tape he made with a local band. Then he took her into his arms and they had danced. He had kissed her and pressed her to him and they were both thinking about the same thing. Then he had lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom. He had removed her dress and panties and then she stood, wearing only those heels that made her legs look so good and undressed him. Then he had set her on the bed and knelt. He removed the sandal kissing each toe as he did so.
He had been delighted to find out she was a virgin and took it slow for her, teaching her the ways to pleasure herself and him. She had always been a fast learner and had surprised him the second time. They fell asleep only to wake up and love again, before falling fast asleep in each other's arms. She had woken up sometime after sunrise and watched him as slept, thoughts of love and marriage in her brain. Unfortunately he had woken up, kissed her on the tip of her nose, and said, "So, do you have time for breakfast before you go back to Moon?" She had understood what he meant perfectly, called a taxi, and left.
Her heart had been broken and she had to get of Moon and leave the memories behind. So she got on the next flight to New York and began her photography job, which quickly turned into a modeling career. And now she was back with thoughts of Mamoru Chiba littering her brain. This time will be different, Usagi thought sleepily. I will no longer care about him. And he won't chase me away from my own home.
I don't own the cast of BSSM. Don't sue me!
Chapter 2: Talking Helps [Bring Back Memories]
Usagi stared at the half gallon of milk and one piece of chocolate cake in the other wise empty refrigerator. On impulse she grabbed the cake, assuring herself that she was allowed to eat it, she no longer modeled. Plus you love this stuff, she told herself after one heavenly bite. She looked up as Minako walked in. She opened the refrigerator and stared at milk container for a minute before closing the door and putting the kettle on for tea.
"We really need to go shopping Minako," Usagi said through a mouthful of chocolate goodness.
"You're such a lady," Minako commented dryly. "I can see why you were a top super model."
Usagi only rolled her eyes and continued eating, praying her aunt would just take her tea and leave.
"Usagi, why don't you join me for tea in the living room? We can talk more comfortably in there." Nope her aunt wanted to talk about the festival. Usagi sighed inwardly. She knew this would happen sooner or later. She was just hoping for later.
The kettle whistled and Minako grabbed the wooden handle and two mugs. "Come on dear," she said as she walked through the swinging door into her spacious living room. Usagi stood, rinsed off her plate and set in the sink, and then followed her out, plopping onto the couch unhappily.
Minako took a seat across the table and began to pour the tea. "Well?"
Usagi sighed and pushed back a strand of blonde hair. She knew it was useless to play dumb. "I met Mamoru four years ago."
"Really? One lump or two?"
"Two please. Thank you," Usagi said taking her tea and then taking a sip. "Yes. It was four years ago. I went to a one-man art show, which happened to be his. It was like what you read about in romance novels and fairy tales. Our eye's met across the room. He walked over and we spent the rest of the night talking about anything and everything. He asked to see me the next day and I agreed. How couldn't I? I was totally swept away."
Minako nodded. "I'm sure you were. That man has always had more charm then he knows what to do with. If he wasn't so talented, I would think the ladies bought his artwork just because he charmed them into it."
Usagi hid her slight frown behind her teacup and then continued. "We went to the beach the next morning and acted like immature juvenile delinquents. Then we walked along the boardwalk eating hot-dogs and cotton candy, window-shopping, and people watching. That night he took me to a secluded little French café off in the cliffs, with a chef who prepared flaming hot crepes right at our table and prices so high they weren't on the menu. I always though we were well to do in my childhood but the bills he laid down horrified me. Not so much any more though." Usagi paused and took another sip of tea. "I was in total heaven. After he kissed me goodnight, he asked if tomorrow night I would go to his house so he could make me dinner."
"That sounds like a dream Usagi. What went wrong?"
"Oh, He picked me up and we had a wonderful dinner. He was quite a cook. It was wonderful all night long until I woke up and he asked if I had time for breakfast before I went back to Moon? I had thought he would propose or at least say 'I love you.' I was obviously wrong."
Minako patted Usagi's arm. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me."
Usagi shook her head. "I didn't want to tell anybody. I was so embarrassed. And hurt."
"Oh, honey."
"Yeah. It's called 'Pathetic Naïve Girl Learns About the Real World from Rich Experienced Man.' I learned the art of a one-night-stand on my first try." Usagi concluded bitterly. "I should have known."
"Usa," Minako cut in. "It's a shame that that happened, but not all relationships turn out that way."
"Oh really?" The blonde cut in. "What about my parents? What about you and Motoki?" Tears spilled from her azure eyes and she wiped them away angrily.
"Usagi Tsukino! Shame on you!" Minako scolded. "You know your parents' situation is completely different then anybody else's. They loved each other deeply, you know that! And as for Motoki and me, I knew that would probably happen when I married him."
"Then why did you?" Usagi interrupted.
"Because I loved him, baby. And I wanted to at least try. That and I figured a few years with him were better than none. And those few years were wonderful."
"If they were so great, then why did he leave?"
"Because he loved archaeology first and when his chance came up, it would have killed him not to take it. And I couldn't have bared to make him stay."
Usagi remembered the night Motoki left. He had come in bursting with joy that he had been asked to lead a dig in Africa. He had kissed them both and said he would be back someday to get them. But someday had never come. Minako had taken Usagi into her arms and kissed her forehead telling her that they were strong and that they had each other. And Usagi had cried at the second reshuffling of her life.
"How can you just talk about him like that?" Usagi asked incredulously. "After what he's done to you!"
"Because I stopped caring about him long ago. I realized what I had known all along and came to terms with it. Some people make better friends then lovers."
"I could never be friends with Mamoru."
"Well, you still care about him and that's why. But when you come to terms, I bet you two could become great friends. Oh and speaking of Motoki, he called recently. He gives you his love, whatever that is."
"Thanks Aunt Minako. I'm off to bed now." Usagi said standing with a stretch.
"Sure things baby. Talk to me anytime ok? Now sleep well."
Usagi nodded and kissed her aunt on the cheek before heading upstairs.
Usagi pulled off her clothes and walked into her bathroom, placing her hose and panties unto the sink. She started washing them, trying to keep her mind of a certain tall, dark, and handsome male by the name of Chiba. All the memories she had worked hard to keep buried for four years were coming back after seeing him for approximately five minutes. She glanced up at her nude form in the mirror. With a photographer's eye she studied her full breasts, slim torso, and rounded buttocks. This body had come alive under Mamoru's expert touch. Now it felt only half-alive. She sighed and hung up the laundry to dry before moving back into her room and pulling on a pale pink nightgown. She pulled back the covers and slid in, snuggling against the soft plush of her favorite stuffed bunny.
All she could think about was Mamoru Chiba and their brief time together. She had known that he wanted to have sex when he had invited her over for dinner. She stayed up almost the whole night before, thinking and dreaming about what it would be like. She had dressed in a formfitting, little black dress with black heeled sandals that accented her long, curvy legs. She had spent 2 and a half hours curling her hair and piling it on her head. How he had loved to play with those curls.
He had picked her up and started the hour drive back to his house making a few stops here and there to 'enjoy the scenery and each other' as he put it. Then he had made her a wonderful dinner of grilled chicken salads with fresh French bread and homemade vinaigrette dressing. They had walked along the beach picking up seashells and then went and snuggled on his couch. When the clock struck eleven Usagi had stood and suggested that it was perhaps time for her to go. He had asked her to stay and listen to a tape he made with a local band. Then he took her into his arms and they had danced. He had kissed her and pressed her to him and they were both thinking about the same thing. Then he had lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom. He had removed her dress and panties and then she stood, wearing only those heels that made her legs look so good and undressed him. Then he had set her on the bed and knelt. He removed the sandal kissing each toe as he did so.
He had been delighted to find out she was a virgin and took it slow for her, teaching her the ways to pleasure herself and him. She had always been a fast learner and had surprised him the second time. They fell asleep only to wake up and love again, before falling fast asleep in each other's arms. She had woken up sometime after sunrise and watched him as slept, thoughts of love and marriage in her brain. Unfortunately he had woken up, kissed her on the tip of her nose, and said, "So, do you have time for breakfast before you go back to Moon?" She had understood what he meant perfectly, called a taxi, and left.
Her heart had been broken and she had to get of Moon and leave the memories behind. So she got on the next flight to New York and began her photography job, which quickly turned into a modeling career. And now she was back with thoughts of Mamoru Chiba littering her brain. This time will be different, Usagi thought sleepily. I will no longer care about him. And he won't chase me away from my own home.