Trapped Together till Halloween, Another Outcome
By: Reba Jean, 9/21/02
Email: rjean@ghg.net or rebajean@Stories.Com
Webpage: http://www.angelfire.com/tx5/prairieskye
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Rating: R
Usual Disclaimer: Characters are based on Sailor Moon copyright 1992
by Naoko Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation, English language
adaptation copyright 1995 by DIC Entertainment. This story is not
intended for monetary gain or tangible profit, but purely for
entertainment of the readers.
Unadulterated mush, spiced with red sauce.
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Chapter 3
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On that particular morning Mamoru awoke first. He grinned and added
one more day to his informally tally. One more dawn found them
entwined together, although when they went to sleep they kept
carefully apart. This time Usagi had gathered him close. She made
the nicest, softest pillow he could imagine.
Usagi awoke to see an amused pair of dark blue eyes blinking up at
her. As she gasped and started to scream at Mamoru, she shut her
mouth abruptly. She blushed from the roots of her hair to as far
down as he could see. She was the one holding his face clasped
between her breasts. Mamoru stretched, smiled cockily and said,
"Good morning, O beautiful one." He didn't know why he had never
tried teasing her with extravagant compliments before. Her
flustered reaction was every bit as much fun as her angry response
to his taunts at the arcade.
"Don't say anything baka!" Usagi warned Mamoru, He really wasn't
doing anything to take advantage of his position. In the week and a
half they had been marooned on this boring island, he had behaved
surprisingly well. Their angry, vicious shouting matches had
mellowed to friendly arguments. And apart from an occasional
lingering touch and the kisses they shared; well she certainly
wasn't going to complain about that.
As if responding to her last thought, Mamoru reached up and ran his
fingers lightly down the side of her face. Rolling over on his
side, his lips "accidentally" grazed the top of one breast on their
path up to her lips, where they lingered. He drew back and regarded
her seriously. Usagi wondered what had changed his mood. "What?"
she asked imperiously.
"I wonder," he began. "I was just thinking how much I hate to miss
class. I was wondering if they told the school anything, yours or
mine. Or what they said to my boss at work, or they told your
parents," he finished somberly.
Usagi looked rather upset at the thought. Her eyes started to take
on that teary look that was so familiar to Mamoru. He reached over
and pulled her up against his chest. "Hey, don't get upset. I
didn't want to make you cry," he cajoled.
Usagi hissed, "I'm not sad. I'm just so pissed I want to kill
someone."
"I know that feeling," Mamoru seconded.
Changing moods again, Usagi brightened, "At least I'm missing
school!"
Usagi was so predictable. "Awe, don't you miss it just a little,
tests, homework, detention, and all that?" Mamoru teased.
"Not at all," she tossed back.
They spent the morning in the same way as the past few days, a
leisurely swim, followed by a breakfast of tasteless K-rations and
idle conversation.
After two or three days, they had experienced all the delights their
tropical island "paradise" had to offer: baking on the beach,
swimming, hiking its boring terrain, watching the stars at night,
fishing, eating, and sleeping. Usagi had been so adamant about
murdering Mina for leaving her basket of "honeymoon" treats, that
Mamoru had not dared to suggest trying any of them out. With one
exception, the massage oils did make a nice sunscreen/suntan lotion.
He had noticed Usagi dawdling when applying it to the places he
couldn't reach, as much as he had lingered when applying it to her.
Following breakfast, they settled down to "serious" work until
lunch. Mamoru had taken it upon himself to informally tutor Usagi
as a way to help keep his own memory current. Out of extreme
boredom she had readily agreed to practice conversations in all the
languages they studied, especially dealing with dining out,
shopping, travel, or torturing and maiming their former friends.
Practicing English, French, and the few bits of Chinese and Russian
Mamoru had acquired, kept them occupied for several hours each day.
The wet hard-packed sand and pointed sticks served for anything they
needed to write. Usagi quickly learned all the swear words Mamoru
knew and creatively applied them concerning Motoki and the senshi.
She balked however, at more than a few minutes of lessons in math,
science, and history. Mamoru learned more than he had ever wanted
to know about fashion designs, comparative shopping for clothes,
popular manga and anime, and a surprising amount about grading and
appraising precious gems.
Of course they continued their frequent arguments over anything and
everything under the sun. While they were gradually acknowledging
their growing attraction to one another, neither wished to stop the
arguments they both loved. So in that sense, the evil plan so
carefully carried out by their so-called friends was a failure.
Usagi and Mamoru would never stop arguing.
"I wonder where we are," Usagi commented one lazy afternoon as they
stood at the top of the hill, watching in vain for passing ships.
"Well from the pattern of the stars at night, the days being warmer
than back home, and the army surplus that those 'evil youmas' left
us, I'd say we are quite a ways south. They probably bought the
supplies in Okinawa or somewhere near there. We might be somewhere
in the Ryukyu Islands," Mamoru hazarded.
"Well I'd guessed we were farther south, since it's warmer. But I
wouldn't have thought of all that other stuff," Usagi replied.
"What do you want to do now? I'm bored," Usagi whined as she
followed Mamoru down the hill toward the beach.
"I was thinking about going for a run. You can join me if you
want," he answered half-heartedly. Usagi wouldn't keep pace with
him and she would probably indulge in a constant stream of chatter
punctuated by complaints. No matter how fond of the girl he had
become, he was accustomed to far more solitude than their stranding
together on the island allowed. And regretting his previous
behavior, he didn't want to just snap at her and tell her to get
lost. Their enforced togetherness had made him far more aware of
how easily her feelings could be hurt. He had finally admitted to
himself that he cared about her more than he had ever realized.
What he really needed was something to fight with and vent his
frustration. Mamoru regarded Usagi speculatively. She was tiny but
tough. Although he didn't think she had ever taken any formal
martial arts training, he knew she sometimes sparred with Rei or
Makoto. He growled; those bitches would be going a few rounds with
him as well as Usagi when they got off this stupid island. "Hey,
Odango. You want to spar a little? I could use the practice."
"Sure," Usagi grinned viciously. She felt like kicking some butt
herself.
The opponents circled warily. Throwing punches and kicks, dodging
and feinting, they kept their distance as they sized up one
another's style and looked for weaknesses. Moving in and grappling
furiously, Usagi evaded Mamoru's headlock, landing a vicious kick to
his shin. She giggled and danced away as he groaned and limped
toward her.
Mamoru turned and blocked Usagi's flying tackle in mid air. Too
late he realized they were over balanced and going down hard.
Mamoru twisted to land on his back as the sack of rocks that was
Usagi thudded down on top of him. Only a muffled "Oof" sounded as
her elbow caught him in the ribs. She collapsed face down on his
stomach.
A strangled, "Usa, you're sitting on my face," emerged from beneath
her short skirt. The past few days had sorely tried Mamoru's self-
control, and contrary to popular belief, he was not made of stone.
Finally breaking, he brushed aside the offending skirt and firmly
grasped her upper thighs and buttocks. Spreading her legs somewhat
for easier access, he eased her forward to a more comfortable
position. Usagi's outraged gasp was silenced as Mamoru growled
lowly, "Usa just stay still for a few minutes and if you still want
me to stop, I will."
Usagi jumped and then shivered at the intimate touch of Mamoru's
tongue and lips. She moaned softly in response to his teasing
tongue and nibbled caresses. Usagi groped instinctively in response
beneath Mamoru's wrap and began awkwardly stroking his hardened
shaft and bulging sac. Laughing softly, Mamoru paused and
tauntingly asked, "Usa, . . . do you want me to stop now?"
Her muffled reply came immediately, "No, no, please don't stop!"
Mamoru resumed Usagi's delicious torture until he felt her stiffen
convulsively, and call out his name as she pulsed wetly around his
probing fingers. Mamoru lay back and closed his eyes, relaxing in
enjoyment of her touch. Which stopped almost immediately, as Usagi
began clambering around on him. Mamoru sighed and opened his eyes,
starting for a second as Usagi's huge orbs peered intently into his.
They stared at each other nose-to-nose. "Hey, baka, why did you go
to sleep?" Usagi asked.
"I wasn't asleep," he retorted defensively. "I was just enjoying, .
. . Why did you stop?"
"Well I thought you were falling asleep," she answered.
Distracted again, Mamoru's overly active guilty conscience began to
add its annoying comments to the background traffic in his thoughts.
Mamoru's arms closed around Usagi and he cradled her on his lap as
he sat up. "Babe, I'm sorry. I know I promised not to try anything
with you. I won't do it again," Mamoru apologized guiltily.
"You won't?" Usagi questioned.
Mamoru smiled broadly at the sound of disappointment in her voice.
"Not unless," Usagi stopped his next self-effacing speech with a
finger to his lips.
"Mamoru-baka, shut up already and kiss me. Then you can show me
what you want me to do for you."
Screw you, conscience, he thought as he moved to please the girl in
his arms.
A very, very short time later (considering the poor man's constant
state of temptation since their arrival on the island), Usagi
giggled as Mamoru's release arced across the sand. She felt
inordanently pleased with her new found power to drive Mamoru to
such a state. And she was sure it would provide a delightful
addition to her arsenal of weaponry dedicated to tormenting the most
aggravating, annoying, and appealing man she had ever known.
Not more than a couple of days later, Usagi giggled and blushed as
she retrieved some things from the basket on the table. Hearing
Mamoru's approach through the dried grasses outside the shelter,
she quickly stuffed them in her bra and concealed the sandals behind
her back. Usagi grabbed the candle and headed around the corner as
soon as Mamoru had crawled into their sleeping bag. "I'll be back
in a minute," she called out.
After changing in the outhouse around the corner, Usagi tottered
back into the shelter. She felt more silly than sexy mincing along
on high heels and wearing the cheesy costume Mina had left her. She
clutched a half dozen or so packages in one hand. Mamoru had rolled
over and lay facing the far wall. Her entrance was wasted. Usagi
pouted as she stalked over to the sleeping bag. She nudged the man
buried under the covers with the tip of her sandal. Mamoru rolled
over on his back and began snoring loudly. Usagi bent down and
raked her nails against the stubble on his cheek and yelled,
"Mamoru-baka, wake up!" One foot was drawn up, poised to kick his
ribs.
A sleepy "Huh?" cut off as Mamoru's eyes widened in shock. His jaw
dropped as he stared at Usagi in disbelief. She tossed the handful
of packages at him in a fit of pique and turned to storm away. In
an instant of blurred motion as quickly as any move of tuxedo kamen,
Mamoru stood in front of her blocking her exit. "Odango?" he
questioned, his eyes darkening noticeably. He reached out and
grasped her arms, turning her this way and that to look at her
closely before molding her to his already responsive form.
"I feel so stupid in this thing; it's embarrassing. I can't believe
I am actually wearing this for you," she babbled.
"You look great. I love it. Does this mean what I hope it does?"
Mamoru asked. Usagi blushed and nodded, burying her face against
his shoulder, and murmured a low, "Yes."
By: Reba Jean, 9/21/02
Email: rjean@ghg.net or rebajean@Stories.Com
Webpage: http://www.angelfire.com/tx5/prairieskye
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Rating: R
Usual Disclaimer: Characters are based on Sailor Moon copyright 1992
by Naoko Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation, English language
adaptation copyright 1995 by DIC Entertainment. This story is not
intended for monetary gain or tangible profit, but purely for
entertainment of the readers.
Unadulterated mush, spiced with red sauce.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 3
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
On that particular morning Mamoru awoke first. He grinned and added
one more day to his informally tally. One more dawn found them
entwined together, although when they went to sleep they kept
carefully apart. This time Usagi had gathered him close. She made
the nicest, softest pillow he could imagine.
Usagi awoke to see an amused pair of dark blue eyes blinking up at
her. As she gasped and started to scream at Mamoru, she shut her
mouth abruptly. She blushed from the roots of her hair to as far
down as he could see. She was the one holding his face clasped
between her breasts. Mamoru stretched, smiled cockily and said,
"Good morning, O beautiful one." He didn't know why he had never
tried teasing her with extravagant compliments before. Her
flustered reaction was every bit as much fun as her angry response
to his taunts at the arcade.
"Don't say anything baka!" Usagi warned Mamoru, He really wasn't
doing anything to take advantage of his position. In the week and a
half they had been marooned on this boring island, he had behaved
surprisingly well. Their angry, vicious shouting matches had
mellowed to friendly arguments. And apart from an occasional
lingering touch and the kisses they shared; well she certainly
wasn't going to complain about that.
As if responding to her last thought, Mamoru reached up and ran his
fingers lightly down the side of her face. Rolling over on his
side, his lips "accidentally" grazed the top of one breast on their
path up to her lips, where they lingered. He drew back and regarded
her seriously. Usagi wondered what had changed his mood. "What?"
she asked imperiously.
"I wonder," he began. "I was just thinking how much I hate to miss
class. I was wondering if they told the school anything, yours or
mine. Or what they said to my boss at work, or they told your
parents," he finished somberly.
Usagi looked rather upset at the thought. Her eyes started to take
on that teary look that was so familiar to Mamoru. He reached over
and pulled her up against his chest. "Hey, don't get upset. I
didn't want to make you cry," he cajoled.
Usagi hissed, "I'm not sad. I'm just so pissed I want to kill
someone."
"I know that feeling," Mamoru seconded.
Changing moods again, Usagi brightened, "At least I'm missing
school!"
Usagi was so predictable. "Awe, don't you miss it just a little,
tests, homework, detention, and all that?" Mamoru teased.
"Not at all," she tossed back.
They spent the morning in the same way as the past few days, a
leisurely swim, followed by a breakfast of tasteless K-rations and
idle conversation.
After two or three days, they had experienced all the delights their
tropical island "paradise" had to offer: baking on the beach,
swimming, hiking its boring terrain, watching the stars at night,
fishing, eating, and sleeping. Usagi had been so adamant about
murdering Mina for leaving her basket of "honeymoon" treats, that
Mamoru had not dared to suggest trying any of them out. With one
exception, the massage oils did make a nice sunscreen/suntan lotion.
He had noticed Usagi dawdling when applying it to the places he
couldn't reach, as much as he had lingered when applying it to her.
Following breakfast, they settled down to "serious" work until
lunch. Mamoru had taken it upon himself to informally tutor Usagi
as a way to help keep his own memory current. Out of extreme
boredom she had readily agreed to practice conversations in all the
languages they studied, especially dealing with dining out,
shopping, travel, or torturing and maiming their former friends.
Practicing English, French, and the few bits of Chinese and Russian
Mamoru had acquired, kept them occupied for several hours each day.
The wet hard-packed sand and pointed sticks served for anything they
needed to write. Usagi quickly learned all the swear words Mamoru
knew and creatively applied them concerning Motoki and the senshi.
She balked however, at more than a few minutes of lessons in math,
science, and history. Mamoru learned more than he had ever wanted
to know about fashion designs, comparative shopping for clothes,
popular manga and anime, and a surprising amount about grading and
appraising precious gems.
Of course they continued their frequent arguments over anything and
everything under the sun. While they were gradually acknowledging
their growing attraction to one another, neither wished to stop the
arguments they both loved. So in that sense, the evil plan so
carefully carried out by their so-called friends was a failure.
Usagi and Mamoru would never stop arguing.
"I wonder where we are," Usagi commented one lazy afternoon as they
stood at the top of the hill, watching in vain for passing ships.
"Well from the pattern of the stars at night, the days being warmer
than back home, and the army surplus that those 'evil youmas' left
us, I'd say we are quite a ways south. They probably bought the
supplies in Okinawa or somewhere near there. We might be somewhere
in the Ryukyu Islands," Mamoru hazarded.
"Well I'd guessed we were farther south, since it's warmer. But I
wouldn't have thought of all that other stuff," Usagi replied.
"What do you want to do now? I'm bored," Usagi whined as she
followed Mamoru down the hill toward the beach.
"I was thinking about going for a run. You can join me if you
want," he answered half-heartedly. Usagi wouldn't keep pace with
him and she would probably indulge in a constant stream of chatter
punctuated by complaints. No matter how fond of the girl he had
become, he was accustomed to far more solitude than their stranding
together on the island allowed. And regretting his previous
behavior, he didn't want to just snap at her and tell her to get
lost. Their enforced togetherness had made him far more aware of
how easily her feelings could be hurt. He had finally admitted to
himself that he cared about her more than he had ever realized.
What he really needed was something to fight with and vent his
frustration. Mamoru regarded Usagi speculatively. She was tiny but
tough. Although he didn't think she had ever taken any formal
martial arts training, he knew she sometimes sparred with Rei or
Makoto. He growled; those bitches would be going a few rounds with
him as well as Usagi when they got off this stupid island. "Hey,
Odango. You want to spar a little? I could use the practice."
"Sure," Usagi grinned viciously. She felt like kicking some butt
herself.
The opponents circled warily. Throwing punches and kicks, dodging
and feinting, they kept their distance as they sized up one
another's style and looked for weaknesses. Moving in and grappling
furiously, Usagi evaded Mamoru's headlock, landing a vicious kick to
his shin. She giggled and danced away as he groaned and limped
toward her.
Mamoru turned and blocked Usagi's flying tackle in mid air. Too
late he realized they were over balanced and going down hard.
Mamoru twisted to land on his back as the sack of rocks that was
Usagi thudded down on top of him. Only a muffled "Oof" sounded as
her elbow caught him in the ribs. She collapsed face down on his
stomach.
A strangled, "Usa, you're sitting on my face," emerged from beneath
her short skirt. The past few days had sorely tried Mamoru's self-
control, and contrary to popular belief, he was not made of stone.
Finally breaking, he brushed aside the offending skirt and firmly
grasped her upper thighs and buttocks. Spreading her legs somewhat
for easier access, he eased her forward to a more comfortable
position. Usagi's outraged gasp was silenced as Mamoru growled
lowly, "Usa just stay still for a few minutes and if you still want
me to stop, I will."
Usagi jumped and then shivered at the intimate touch of Mamoru's
tongue and lips. She moaned softly in response to his teasing
tongue and nibbled caresses. Usagi groped instinctively in response
beneath Mamoru's wrap and began awkwardly stroking his hardened
shaft and bulging sac. Laughing softly, Mamoru paused and
tauntingly asked, "Usa, . . . do you want me to stop now?"
Her muffled reply came immediately, "No, no, please don't stop!"
Mamoru resumed Usagi's delicious torture until he felt her stiffen
convulsively, and call out his name as she pulsed wetly around his
probing fingers. Mamoru lay back and closed his eyes, relaxing in
enjoyment of her touch. Which stopped almost immediately, as Usagi
began clambering around on him. Mamoru sighed and opened his eyes,
starting for a second as Usagi's huge orbs peered intently into his.
They stared at each other nose-to-nose. "Hey, baka, why did you go
to sleep?" Usagi asked.
"I wasn't asleep," he retorted defensively. "I was just enjoying, .
. . Why did you stop?"
"Well I thought you were falling asleep," she answered.
Distracted again, Mamoru's overly active guilty conscience began to
add its annoying comments to the background traffic in his thoughts.
Mamoru's arms closed around Usagi and he cradled her on his lap as
he sat up. "Babe, I'm sorry. I know I promised not to try anything
with you. I won't do it again," Mamoru apologized guiltily.
"You won't?" Usagi questioned.
Mamoru smiled broadly at the sound of disappointment in her voice.
"Not unless," Usagi stopped his next self-effacing speech with a
finger to his lips.
"Mamoru-baka, shut up already and kiss me. Then you can show me
what you want me to do for you."
Screw you, conscience, he thought as he moved to please the girl in
his arms.
A very, very short time later (considering the poor man's constant
state of temptation since their arrival on the island), Usagi
giggled as Mamoru's release arced across the sand. She felt
inordanently pleased with her new found power to drive Mamoru to
such a state. And she was sure it would provide a delightful
addition to her arsenal of weaponry dedicated to tormenting the most
aggravating, annoying, and appealing man she had ever known.
Not more than a couple of days later, Usagi giggled and blushed as
she retrieved some things from the basket on the table. Hearing
Mamoru's approach through the dried grasses outside the shelter,
she quickly stuffed them in her bra and concealed the sandals behind
her back. Usagi grabbed the candle and headed around the corner as
soon as Mamoru had crawled into their sleeping bag. "I'll be back
in a minute," she called out.
After changing in the outhouse around the corner, Usagi tottered
back into the shelter. She felt more silly than sexy mincing along
on high heels and wearing the cheesy costume Mina had left her. She
clutched a half dozen or so packages in one hand. Mamoru had rolled
over and lay facing the far wall. Her entrance was wasted. Usagi
pouted as she stalked over to the sleeping bag. She nudged the man
buried under the covers with the tip of her sandal. Mamoru rolled
over on his back and began snoring loudly. Usagi bent down and
raked her nails against the stubble on his cheek and yelled,
"Mamoru-baka, wake up!" One foot was drawn up, poised to kick his
ribs.
A sleepy "Huh?" cut off as Mamoru's eyes widened in shock. His jaw
dropped as he stared at Usagi in disbelief. She tossed the handful
of packages at him in a fit of pique and turned to storm away. In
an instant of blurred motion as quickly as any move of tuxedo kamen,
Mamoru stood in front of her blocking her exit. "Odango?" he
questioned, his eyes darkening noticeably. He reached out and
grasped her arms, turning her this way and that to look at her
closely before molding her to his already responsive form.
"I feel so stupid in this thing; it's embarrassing. I can't believe
I am actually wearing this for you," she babbled.
"You look great. I love it. Does this mean what I hope it does?"
Mamoru asked. Usagi blushed and nodded, burying her face against
his shoulder, and murmured a low, "Yes."