Umm, well, I know it's been a few days, but I've been so busy with school
and boys and friends and you know the whole deal. I've been in the process
of writing another fanfic as well, but I have no yet finished the first
chapter and I intend on making that story better than this. Anyways, onto
the next chapter of Childhood Playmates. JLY! Bunny Moonstar
Childhood Playmates
Usagi Tsukino sat delicately upon her father's work desk, desperately searching for a date in her little black book. There had been an announcement earlier that day that the annual gala was to be bumped up a week due to the stressful and exciting wedding of the Chiba heir and his fiancée. It bothered Usagi, and she knew it, but indeed she planned on making her entrance, perhaps her very last, mind-touching entrance, with a man strung on her arm like a heavy and handsome fur. But oh, who would dare be that fur for her? The door suddenly swung open and she became face to face with a large dog. Its breath smelled musty and flavored with that faint, yet distinguishable scent of dog food. "Wait boy!" called a voice from what seemed to be beyond the reach of the office doors. And then, he entered. His dark, ravenous hair was smeared across his face, sweat dripping from the sharp tips of each strand. His lips were pink and pouty, much like his skin, which seemed to be flushed in excitement and wonder, as well as a sign of sheer exercise. He looked sexy, and there was no denying it. Mamoru Chiba was damn right sexy, and standing damn right smack dab in front of the girl he yearned for the most. Immediately, his expression turned from happiness to seriousness. "I'm.sorry Usagi for him busting in through here without warning. He does that sometimes." He began to blush with embarrassment and the idea of punishing his dog for his behavior ran through his mind like a beating drum. He felt humiliated and after all, he was only wearing a pair of old and worn out boxer shorts and a pair of rough and tough sneakers, which had obviously seen the worst of winters. The color deepened in Usagi's cheeks as she stood before Mamoru. A quick rush of desire ran through her, her eyes keeping close watch on his sweaty body and the way his stomach rose from panting for air. She shook it off and waved a hand in protest. "It's quite alright, Mr. Chiba. I understand that animals can become rowdy for the majority of the time." He smiled to her and nodded slightly. "Thanks, Usagi. Oh and please, call me Mamoru. We've known each other for years and you don't have to remain all-proper towards me. After all, I was the one who gave you your first kiss." He winked to her as she giggled. To Usagi, it seemed to be the only thing to do to stop herself from blushing dramatically. "I know, but I guarantee that you weren't the last to kiss me." "I know. I saw you and that Charles boy from down the street lip locking when you were only 14." It took Usagi by surprise that Mamoru even kept that close of watch over her and her past years. She smiled to herself and replied coolly. "Well, that might have been so, but now I'm a woman and I have indeed kissed many in my lifetime, perhaps done even more." The curve of Mamoru's lips on the floor struck him hard in the head and he suddenly became aroused. He began to back away from the room, pulling his dog along with him. "Well, it was nice seeing you again Usagi. Maybe we can have dinner sometime." Noting the panic in his voice, she started to approach him, a hint of seductiveness in her step. "That would be absolutely marvelous. I'm free anytime you want me." He cocked his eyebrows at her. "For dinner that is." She grinned. Sweat began to pour down his chest and the back of his neck as he nodded to her and stepped out of the room fully. "I'll get my secretary to make arrangements. Until then!" Then, he disappeared once again. With a sigh, Usagi plopped down on one of the office chairs and thought deeply of her dinner-date with Mamoru.
'Shimmer, sparkle,' she told herself. She intended on making her mark on Mamoru Chiba this evening, engaged or not. She was going to get the one man that she had wanted ever since she was in diapers, and she wasn't going to allow some bimbo businesswoman take that all away from her. If she had to play dirty, then damn it, Usagi Tsukino would. Her black dress resembled the midnight sky and the specks of gold were obviously the beautiful stars glittering in the madness and darkness of moonshine. Her hair was in its usual style of odangos, but that didn't matter. She would indeed stand out, and even Usagi herself knew that. Dressed in a deep coal tuxedo, Mamoru straightened his bow tie. He knew this was going to be an evening he'd regret. He could already taste the desire burning brightly, the heat rising in his limbs and the pressure bearing a dark confusion in his temples. He knew that Minako would not be happy if he showed up tomorrow morning with a new girl on his arm, much less if he came home and took a quick shower. He knew the rules of cheating, for even his own best friend, Motoki, cheated on his fiancée once with a brunette his sister had become quite good friends with. He understood that if he was ever caught cheating on Minako, he would have Hell to pay; well.. the keyword is.if. While he was pondering the deep affair that could become of his relationship with his childhood friend, in came Usagi, dressed to kill and definently on the prowl. Her lips were pouty and a racy red, her body snuggly fit into that dress of hers. He could envision running his wide hands down those thin curves; his body pressed firmly against hers while he lay atop of her. Oh, how he wished he could skip the entrees and flop onto the dinner table with her, eating her soft skin along the way like a peach. He imagined her as juicy, succulent, delicious, and absolutely fragile: like a fresh strawberry and a porcelain doll at the same time. She was a mixture of many things, but there were too many for him to describe. Visions and images ran through his head. Was it love, or was it lust? No no, it must be lust. He couldn't be in love with Usagi. She was like a sister to him, a very sexy and tempting sister. But was love really that hard to picture himself in? Considering the possibilities and moments of his past life, she was closer to his heart than he thought. Usagi stared across the room at him. Damn he looked good. She knew this wouldn't be her easiest mission in life, but she was determined, damnit, she was determined to win that man's heart. It was her right. After all, she was the one who had spent time with him when he was packing for his six years in college. She was the one who had to help him re-coop after his father passed away. In fact, she had always been there for him during the most important hours of his life. Hopefully, she wanted to make this hour important as well. Once his brain came to him, he stepped forward and bowed a bit. Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips, softly planting a kiss in the middle. "Good evening, Usagi." Oh wow, her body felt like melting. His eyes were that beautiful blue that resembled ocean tides sweeping over sandy beaches. Oh how she wished she could spend time with him on those sandy beaches and perhaps even a swim in those ocean tides. She could imagine them, body against body as they held onto each other while being washed upon the shore like lost starfish, and then she could invision him rolling on top of her, kissing her, and then.. Her head went dizzy with thoughts. She wanted to shut them out. Parts of her heart told her that it was wrong to be doing this, to be thinking this, especially since Mamoru had a fiancé of his own. But then again, the other parts told her that she should remain in the position that she was in and never let go of the man she had always desired. Smiles were exchanged as Mamoru led Usagi to the charming, little café booth in the corner of a beautiful Italian restaurant. The pearl colored napkins were arranged atop a smooth, pastel pink tablecloth. Silverware was neatly placed beside the china plates and with every lovely accessory, Usagi grinned broader. Oh how she had always dreamed of dining with Mamoru in a quiet and subtle type of place. She'd order the Fettuccini Alfredo and he'd order the Linguini with Clam Sauce. They'd sip red wine and have a bout of small talk until they ordered Tiramisu for dessert. Interesting gestures would be made and seductive words would be exchanged as they'd both lift themselves from the table and walk right out to Mamoru's limo, hand-in-hand. Inside they would climb. Again, small talk would be exchanged, but very little, for every now and then, he would lean over to kiss her. And then once they reached his condo on the strip, all Hell would break loose. Breaking free from her reverie, she took a seat across from Mamoru. He chose that time to examine her once more. Oh how he longed to have those rich, creamy thighs beside him, edging closer and closer every second. How he felt the need to let loose that cage of a gown she was wearing. And oh how he desired to set her breasts free from her bra, only to be captured again by his greedy hands. His lust took action of course and resulted only in a complete arousal. But lust would be all he could ever claim. For now, that is. Of course the wine was poured and tasted as both of them began to converse. He spoke of the business and how things went, and she talked on and on about how her father was doing in some golf tournament he has signed up to help out at, but was turned down, only to be asked to participate in the game. Dinner was ordered, prepared with flair, and served with in an elegant manner. They dined slowly and calmly, but once the third glasses of wine were consumed and the last bit of pasta was devoured, Usagi cleared her throat. "You know, Mamoru, I've always dreamed of us dining at some fancy restaurant in some fancy city. I could imagine us eating exactly what we ate tonight, and then we would order Tiramisu, along with our fourth glass of wine. After we consumed that, we would skip right along to your limo, only to join along in a passionate event. Then, we would head straight for your apartment." Her shyness quickly dissolved throughout the conversation. All Mamoru could do was stare at her. 'She had definently planned this out,' he began to think. Maybe all of those years being alone kept her thought to her.and maybe it pent up all of her sexual needs and desires too. He grinned seductively as he watched her over the rim of his wineglass. Tonight would be special, although he would regret waking up and finding himself with someone other than the woman he was supposed to share his whole life with, Minako. Or did he really want to share his life with her anymore? Questions sprang up in his head. Did he really want Minako afterall, or did he plainly want Usagi? Did he only wish to spend a few sweaty nights with his childhood playmate? Or an eternity? None of the answers he desired came to his head, but instead he decided to play by ear. And right now, he wanted Usagi. The slow and small grin on his face widened as he spoke huskily, almost in a whisper, "So how about that Tiramisu?"
Hehe.I hope you liked this chapter. I know, I know. *sighs* It's been quite some time since I updated this story, but finally I finished! So now I guess I'll get started on my next chapter. Until then, Tomodachi! JLY! Bunny Moonstar
Childhood Playmates
Usagi Tsukino sat delicately upon her father's work desk, desperately searching for a date in her little black book. There had been an announcement earlier that day that the annual gala was to be bumped up a week due to the stressful and exciting wedding of the Chiba heir and his fiancée. It bothered Usagi, and she knew it, but indeed she planned on making her entrance, perhaps her very last, mind-touching entrance, with a man strung on her arm like a heavy and handsome fur. But oh, who would dare be that fur for her? The door suddenly swung open and she became face to face with a large dog. Its breath smelled musty and flavored with that faint, yet distinguishable scent of dog food. "Wait boy!" called a voice from what seemed to be beyond the reach of the office doors. And then, he entered. His dark, ravenous hair was smeared across his face, sweat dripping from the sharp tips of each strand. His lips were pink and pouty, much like his skin, which seemed to be flushed in excitement and wonder, as well as a sign of sheer exercise. He looked sexy, and there was no denying it. Mamoru Chiba was damn right sexy, and standing damn right smack dab in front of the girl he yearned for the most. Immediately, his expression turned from happiness to seriousness. "I'm.sorry Usagi for him busting in through here without warning. He does that sometimes." He began to blush with embarrassment and the idea of punishing his dog for his behavior ran through his mind like a beating drum. He felt humiliated and after all, he was only wearing a pair of old and worn out boxer shorts and a pair of rough and tough sneakers, which had obviously seen the worst of winters. The color deepened in Usagi's cheeks as she stood before Mamoru. A quick rush of desire ran through her, her eyes keeping close watch on his sweaty body and the way his stomach rose from panting for air. She shook it off and waved a hand in protest. "It's quite alright, Mr. Chiba. I understand that animals can become rowdy for the majority of the time." He smiled to her and nodded slightly. "Thanks, Usagi. Oh and please, call me Mamoru. We've known each other for years and you don't have to remain all-proper towards me. After all, I was the one who gave you your first kiss." He winked to her as she giggled. To Usagi, it seemed to be the only thing to do to stop herself from blushing dramatically. "I know, but I guarantee that you weren't the last to kiss me." "I know. I saw you and that Charles boy from down the street lip locking when you were only 14." It took Usagi by surprise that Mamoru even kept that close of watch over her and her past years. She smiled to herself and replied coolly. "Well, that might have been so, but now I'm a woman and I have indeed kissed many in my lifetime, perhaps done even more." The curve of Mamoru's lips on the floor struck him hard in the head and he suddenly became aroused. He began to back away from the room, pulling his dog along with him. "Well, it was nice seeing you again Usagi. Maybe we can have dinner sometime." Noting the panic in his voice, she started to approach him, a hint of seductiveness in her step. "That would be absolutely marvelous. I'm free anytime you want me." He cocked his eyebrows at her. "For dinner that is." She grinned. Sweat began to pour down his chest and the back of his neck as he nodded to her and stepped out of the room fully. "I'll get my secretary to make arrangements. Until then!" Then, he disappeared once again. With a sigh, Usagi plopped down on one of the office chairs and thought deeply of her dinner-date with Mamoru.
'Shimmer, sparkle,' she told herself. She intended on making her mark on Mamoru Chiba this evening, engaged or not. She was going to get the one man that she had wanted ever since she was in diapers, and she wasn't going to allow some bimbo businesswoman take that all away from her. If she had to play dirty, then damn it, Usagi Tsukino would. Her black dress resembled the midnight sky and the specks of gold were obviously the beautiful stars glittering in the madness and darkness of moonshine. Her hair was in its usual style of odangos, but that didn't matter. She would indeed stand out, and even Usagi herself knew that. Dressed in a deep coal tuxedo, Mamoru straightened his bow tie. He knew this was going to be an evening he'd regret. He could already taste the desire burning brightly, the heat rising in his limbs and the pressure bearing a dark confusion in his temples. He knew that Minako would not be happy if he showed up tomorrow morning with a new girl on his arm, much less if he came home and took a quick shower. He knew the rules of cheating, for even his own best friend, Motoki, cheated on his fiancée once with a brunette his sister had become quite good friends with. He understood that if he was ever caught cheating on Minako, he would have Hell to pay; well.. the keyword is.if. While he was pondering the deep affair that could become of his relationship with his childhood friend, in came Usagi, dressed to kill and definently on the prowl. Her lips were pouty and a racy red, her body snuggly fit into that dress of hers. He could envision running his wide hands down those thin curves; his body pressed firmly against hers while he lay atop of her. Oh, how he wished he could skip the entrees and flop onto the dinner table with her, eating her soft skin along the way like a peach. He imagined her as juicy, succulent, delicious, and absolutely fragile: like a fresh strawberry and a porcelain doll at the same time. She was a mixture of many things, but there were too many for him to describe. Visions and images ran through his head. Was it love, or was it lust? No no, it must be lust. He couldn't be in love with Usagi. She was like a sister to him, a very sexy and tempting sister. But was love really that hard to picture himself in? Considering the possibilities and moments of his past life, she was closer to his heart than he thought. Usagi stared across the room at him. Damn he looked good. She knew this wouldn't be her easiest mission in life, but she was determined, damnit, she was determined to win that man's heart. It was her right. After all, she was the one who had spent time with him when he was packing for his six years in college. She was the one who had to help him re-coop after his father passed away. In fact, she had always been there for him during the most important hours of his life. Hopefully, she wanted to make this hour important as well. Once his brain came to him, he stepped forward and bowed a bit. Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips, softly planting a kiss in the middle. "Good evening, Usagi." Oh wow, her body felt like melting. His eyes were that beautiful blue that resembled ocean tides sweeping over sandy beaches. Oh how she wished she could spend time with him on those sandy beaches and perhaps even a swim in those ocean tides. She could imagine them, body against body as they held onto each other while being washed upon the shore like lost starfish, and then she could invision him rolling on top of her, kissing her, and then.. Her head went dizzy with thoughts. She wanted to shut them out. Parts of her heart told her that it was wrong to be doing this, to be thinking this, especially since Mamoru had a fiancé of his own. But then again, the other parts told her that she should remain in the position that she was in and never let go of the man she had always desired. Smiles were exchanged as Mamoru led Usagi to the charming, little café booth in the corner of a beautiful Italian restaurant. The pearl colored napkins were arranged atop a smooth, pastel pink tablecloth. Silverware was neatly placed beside the china plates and with every lovely accessory, Usagi grinned broader. Oh how she had always dreamed of dining with Mamoru in a quiet and subtle type of place. She'd order the Fettuccini Alfredo and he'd order the Linguini with Clam Sauce. They'd sip red wine and have a bout of small talk until they ordered Tiramisu for dessert. Interesting gestures would be made and seductive words would be exchanged as they'd both lift themselves from the table and walk right out to Mamoru's limo, hand-in-hand. Inside they would climb. Again, small talk would be exchanged, but very little, for every now and then, he would lean over to kiss her. And then once they reached his condo on the strip, all Hell would break loose. Breaking free from her reverie, she took a seat across from Mamoru. He chose that time to examine her once more. Oh how he longed to have those rich, creamy thighs beside him, edging closer and closer every second. How he felt the need to let loose that cage of a gown she was wearing. And oh how he desired to set her breasts free from her bra, only to be captured again by his greedy hands. His lust took action of course and resulted only in a complete arousal. But lust would be all he could ever claim. For now, that is. Of course the wine was poured and tasted as both of them began to converse. He spoke of the business and how things went, and she talked on and on about how her father was doing in some golf tournament he has signed up to help out at, but was turned down, only to be asked to participate in the game. Dinner was ordered, prepared with flair, and served with in an elegant manner. They dined slowly and calmly, but once the third glasses of wine were consumed and the last bit of pasta was devoured, Usagi cleared her throat. "You know, Mamoru, I've always dreamed of us dining at some fancy restaurant in some fancy city. I could imagine us eating exactly what we ate tonight, and then we would order Tiramisu, along with our fourth glass of wine. After we consumed that, we would skip right along to your limo, only to join along in a passionate event. Then, we would head straight for your apartment." Her shyness quickly dissolved throughout the conversation. All Mamoru could do was stare at her. 'She had definently planned this out,' he began to think. Maybe all of those years being alone kept her thought to her.and maybe it pent up all of her sexual needs and desires too. He grinned seductively as he watched her over the rim of his wineglass. Tonight would be special, although he would regret waking up and finding himself with someone other than the woman he was supposed to share his whole life with, Minako. Or did he really want to share his life with her anymore? Questions sprang up in his head. Did he really want Minako afterall, or did he plainly want Usagi? Did he only wish to spend a few sweaty nights with his childhood playmate? Or an eternity? None of the answers he desired came to his head, but instead he decided to play by ear. And right now, he wanted Usagi. The slow and small grin on his face widened as he spoke huskily, almost in a whisper, "So how about that Tiramisu?"
Hehe.I hope you liked this chapter. I know, I know. *sighs* It's been quite some time since I updated this story, but finally I finished! So now I guess I'll get started on my next chapter. Until then, Tomodachi! JLY! Bunny Moonstar