~*Give Me Tonight*~
A Seiya-Usagi fanfiction
by Abigail
[drive_me_mercury@hotmail.com]
[http://www.makenai.org]
--Sailormoon & all related characters are copyright of Naoko Takeuchi, Toei, Kodansha, and
all those other people--
**** I can't believe I left this story un-updated for a year! Hounto ni Gomen Nasai!!! I'll have the conclusion up sooner, I promise. ****
--Part 7--
This wasn't right... but it felt so good...
Usagi felt her willpower melt as she gave in to the kiss, bringing her hands up to tangle her fingers in the curls at the base of Seiya's ponytail. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" her mind screamed, but it was too late, and her body wasn't listening. At that moment nothing else mattered but the warmth of his lips...
Every fiber of logic in him was telling Seiya to pull away before he lost control, but when he felt her lips react against his own once again, it was too much. This hunger, desire, still wasn't fulfilled, and he knew one night couldn't be enough. He wasn't sure if eternity would be long enough to make up for that year of loneliness. Still.. he was stealing something that wasn't his, no matter how much he wanted her, no matter how much he tried to fool his heart into thinking she could love him like she loved... that *other* him. Why had he even come back to torture himself like this?
Seiya broke the kiss and pulled away, taking her hands from his neck. "Gomen."
A shared silence fell over the couple. He finally brought himself to look up and meet her eyes. She still had that same bright aura he had first noticed at the airport. Yes, she was still that same naive girl he had fallen in love with what seemed like centuries ago. Optimistic and shining, who couldn't fall in love with her? Seiya couldn't help but give a small chuckle. "Well, maybe it was worth it."
"Seiya...?"
His eyes never failed to make her heart jump when they looked at her that way. Crystalline blue sapphire eyes, just like... just like...
Like Mamo-chan's.
"Usako!"
Usagi started at the voice, and her eyes snapped to the doorway where the tall figure stood. She grabbed the sheet and instinctively pulled it up to cover her underwear-clad body. Her mouth was suddenly dry, and she couldn't speak, even to form his name. Her heart pounded wildly under her chest.
"Usako..." He said her name again, now with more disbelief than surprise. Mamoru took in the entire scene, from the mussed up bedclothes to Seiya's shirt and jacket still lying where they had been carelessly tossed on the floor, and finally Usagi's flushed cheeks and golden hair flowing loose over her bare shoulders.
"M - Mamo-chan." The hoarse word was barely audible. Usagi tried to pull the sheet up more to cover herself, as if the thin material could shield her. Mamoru's eyes held a mixture of confusion, anger, and worst of all, betrayal. He simply stood and stared at her. Usagi wished he would do something - say anything, get angry and hit Seiya, hit her, even - anything but look at her with that betrayed expression that said "why?".
Silence enveloped them for what seemed like eternity. Usagi felt Seiya's hand rest on her shoulder for a moment, and his whispered words, "Arigato, Odango. I'm sorry." Then he moved off the bed, bending to pick up his shirt where it had fallen. As he stood, he caught with some surprise the jacket that was thrown roughly against his chest. Seiya looked up to find Mamoru's eyes deadly calm, more frightening than if they had been wild with rage.
He put his arms into his shirt as he walked toward the door, stopping just as he passed the other man. "Don't blame her for any of this," Seiya said. "I held her to a promise she made a long time ago." Mamoru didn't even bother to look at him but replied in a low, extremely calm murmur: "Get out."
"Don't blame her," Seiya repeated firmly, and with a final look back at the blonde angel on the bed, his voice took on a completely different tone. "Ja ne, Odango." With that he turned and left the room, with every intention to walk out of her life forever.
A Seiya-Usagi fanfiction
by Abigail
[drive_me_mercury@hotmail.com]
[http://www.makenai.org]
--Sailormoon & all related characters are copyright of Naoko Takeuchi, Toei, Kodansha, and
all those other people--
**** I can't believe I left this story un-updated for a year! Hounto ni Gomen Nasai!!! I'll have the conclusion up sooner, I promise. ****
--Part 7--
This wasn't right... but it felt so good...
Usagi felt her willpower melt as she gave in to the kiss, bringing her hands up to tangle her fingers in the curls at the base of Seiya's ponytail. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" her mind screamed, but it was too late, and her body wasn't listening. At that moment nothing else mattered but the warmth of his lips...
Every fiber of logic in him was telling Seiya to pull away before he lost control, but when he felt her lips react against his own once again, it was too much. This hunger, desire, still wasn't fulfilled, and he knew one night couldn't be enough. He wasn't sure if eternity would be long enough to make up for that year of loneliness. Still.. he was stealing something that wasn't his, no matter how much he wanted her, no matter how much he tried to fool his heart into thinking she could love him like she loved... that *other* him. Why had he even come back to torture himself like this?
Seiya broke the kiss and pulled away, taking her hands from his neck. "Gomen."
A shared silence fell over the couple. He finally brought himself to look up and meet her eyes. She still had that same bright aura he had first noticed at the airport. Yes, she was still that same naive girl he had fallen in love with what seemed like centuries ago. Optimistic and shining, who couldn't fall in love with her? Seiya couldn't help but give a small chuckle. "Well, maybe it was worth it."
"Seiya...?"
His eyes never failed to make her heart jump when they looked at her that way. Crystalline blue sapphire eyes, just like... just like...
Like Mamo-chan's.
"Usako!"
Usagi started at the voice, and her eyes snapped to the doorway where the tall figure stood. She grabbed the sheet and instinctively pulled it up to cover her underwear-clad body. Her mouth was suddenly dry, and she couldn't speak, even to form his name. Her heart pounded wildly under her chest.
"Usako..." He said her name again, now with more disbelief than surprise. Mamoru took in the entire scene, from the mussed up bedclothes to Seiya's shirt and jacket still lying where they had been carelessly tossed on the floor, and finally Usagi's flushed cheeks and golden hair flowing loose over her bare shoulders.
"M - Mamo-chan." The hoarse word was barely audible. Usagi tried to pull the sheet up more to cover herself, as if the thin material could shield her. Mamoru's eyes held a mixture of confusion, anger, and worst of all, betrayal. He simply stood and stared at her. Usagi wished he would do something - say anything, get angry and hit Seiya, hit her, even - anything but look at her with that betrayed expression that said "why?".
Silence enveloped them for what seemed like eternity. Usagi felt Seiya's hand rest on her shoulder for a moment, and his whispered words, "Arigato, Odango. I'm sorry." Then he moved off the bed, bending to pick up his shirt where it had fallen. As he stood, he caught with some surprise the jacket that was thrown roughly against his chest. Seiya looked up to find Mamoru's eyes deadly calm, more frightening than if they had been wild with rage.
He put his arms into his shirt as he walked toward the door, stopping just as he passed the other man. "Don't blame her for any of this," Seiya said. "I held her to a promise she made a long time ago." Mamoru didn't even bother to look at him but replied in a low, extremely calm murmur: "Get out."
"Don't blame her," Seiya repeated firmly, and with a final look back at the blonde angel on the bed, his voice took on a completely different tone. "Ja ne, Odango." With that he turned and left the room, with every intention to walk out of her life forever.