Title: Heaven, Hell, and Somewhere in Between
Authors: Stara and Nataku Rating: R Genre: Romance/comedy
Disclaimer: The authors do not own the series Sailor Moon or the characters portrayed in it. These are made and owned by Naoko Takeuchi. Please acknowledge this before trying to sue my clients. ~ Tax Lawyer of Power
Author Note: WOW!!! ^_^ So many reviews! We're so happy. *both do a little jig and wind up running into eachother and passing out on the floor* Anyways, THANKS SO MUCH! Please, please, PLEASE keep the reviews coming. You don't know how inspiring it is to receive them. It makes pesky things such as...writer's block go away. :) Also, welcome our new editor Crystalline Lily! Thank you so much for volunteering and thanks to all those people who offered! We really appreciate all the support!!
Dedication: To our brand new editor and to everyone who reviewed. THANKS!!
* * * * * Chapter 9- Hot Date, Cold Feet Part D (Wow, 4 parts?! Long chapter) * * * * *
"But sir, you absolutely MUST let us into that courtyard!" Minako pleaded, bending over slightly to reveal a bit more of her cleavage.
He looked interested but he was like one of those guards from England. Nothing affected him. "I'm sorry miss, but this is a restricted area for VIP's only."
"Excuse me, do you know who we are?" Kunzite asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
The guard shifted from one foot to the other uneasily. "No..."
Kunzite turned to Minako. "Mina, he doesn't know who we are."
Minako blinked. Hey, she was a little slow. Should he know who they are?
Shawn shifted from foot to foot, a bit uncomfortable with the pet name Kunzite had addressed Minako with. Even HE didn't call her Mina and he was her boyfriend.
"Um...yeah. How could you not know us? I mean...um..." She turned to Shawn, who she had previously forgotten. "I'm Jack's girlfriend! You know Jack, the t.v. star?"
"Oh, for God's sake, that's Shawn Hayes...and she's his girlfriend!" Kunzite said, waving his arms at the guard. He'd be damned if those two got away...
"And you sir?"
"Me?" Kunzite asked. "I'm...I'm gay."
"Oh."
"But how could he be dating her if he's gay?" the guard asked.
"Why is he calling you Shawn, Jack?"
"My name really is Shawn, Minako." he said, exasperated. "And I'm not really gay, I just play a gay guy on t.v."
"Yes, trust me..." She patted the guard's arm. "He's not gay at all. Nope."
"And what does that imply exactly?" Shawn raised an eyebrow at her.
"Just what I'd like to know," Kunzite interjected.
"Well, I mean, you wouldn't be that good in bed if you were ga-" She was cut off as he covered her mouth.
"Shhh!" His eyes darted around. "I'm sorry sir, she's a bit...um...slow at times. This is our associate Kunzite."
Kunzite mouthed the words "You are so dead" in their direction...whether or not he was specifying Minako or Shawn was unclear.
"So...you AREN'T gay?" the guard asked again, scratching his head. When Shawn nodded affirmatively, he snapped his finger. Darn. He just played such a convincing role...
"Why...are you?" Shawn asked curiously. Maybe they found someone to dump Kunzite off with after all.
"Sir, please don't answer that," Kunzite pleaded. At this rate, Usagi and Mamoru would be dead before they got in there... "So are you going to let us in there or not?"
"Sorry, I can't. I'd lose my job, and God knows you can't make it in this world without one."
Minako rolled her eyes. People sure mentioned God a lot on Earth. Sure, he was a great guy and all, but probably not nearly as good in bed as Lucifer had been.
"There's not 'anything' we can do to change your mind?" she asked.
"Come on, he's not going to let us in. I don't think he'd even let us if you flashed him." Shawn said offhandishly. He shouldn't have.
The guard looked intrigued by this idea. "I might let you in if you did that." He wasn't an idiot. Girls like Minako didn't just pop up offering to show off their goods everyday. And the dress she was wearing hadn't gone unnoticed to him.
"Really?!" she squealed, clapping her hands delightedly.
He nodded. "Uh uh. Either you would or you wouldn't, pal. We need your word here."
Kunzite folded his arms.
Shawn shook his head. "No Minako. There is no way I'm letting you do that. Besides, why do you need to go back there so badly?"
"I definitely would let you back there."
Kunzite looked as if he was in the middle of an internal debate. "Minako, don't do it. I can always just punch him."
"Come on Jack! Don't be such a spoil sport-" she was cut off as a young man with dark, black hair and a young blonde made their way through the door and walked passed them. She blinked. "Um, we don't need to go back there anymore, honey!" She yelled over her shoulder, following the couple out.
Shawn looked utterly baffled, and the guard looked rather disappointed.
Kunzite turned around and looked at the guard. "HA! Pervert." He ran after Minako to get a glimpse of Mamoru.
Once outside the restaurant Minako quickly beeped Ami on her cell phone, giving her the 411 about what was happening, and then her eyes widened. Usagi and Mamoru looked ridiculous as they tried to walk and make out at the same time.
"Minako, I don't see why we had to leave our dinners to...oh! Who are those people having sex in the parking lot?" he whispered, ducking down behind the bush next to her.
Mamoru pressed Usagi up against a car with his body, running his hands through her silken hair. The car obviously didn't belong to him, as was evident when the alarm started going off, but that didnt stop them. It didn't even kill the mood. They just moved right on down to another one.
"We have..." he gasped between kisses, "fans."
"Mm...what are you.." she paused, a soft purr rising from her throat as they finally made it to his car and she felt his strong body against hers. "...going on about?"
"I mean it's probably an interesting show but..." he fumbled for his keys and unlocked the car. "It's not meant for an audience...."
He opened one of the doors and gently pushed her inside. Pulling him down with her into the car, she instantly began kissing him again. Her hands reached up and her fingers began nimbly unbuttoning his collared shirt. She felt his hand brush against her bare leg and tingles ran down her spine. How could he do this to her? His hands had begun to run down her sides, and when he brushed across her waist and hips only to feel no creases, his earlier suspicions were confirmed.
She wasn't wearing any underwear.
"You're not wearing underwear," he stated matter of factly. Well, as matter of factly as you can get when you're on top of someone whose not wearing underwear and attempting to disrobe you in their drunken state.
Kunzite turned to Minako. "Would it be unethical to go and look inside the car?"
"Of course not!" She rushed up to the car, Shawn in tow, and came up just in time to hear Usagi's reply.
"I know, they didn't exactly work with my outfit, and I had to look perfect. Not like it really matters now anyway, right? They would've just gotten in the way.." She had finally gotten all the button undone. She ran her hands across his bare skin, relishing the feel of his muscled chest beneath her palms.
"I agree completely."
"Now that," Kunzite gestured and covered his face, "is exactly what I was afraid of."
Starting at the bottom of the slit in her dress, he traced his finger along the exposed skin until he reached the end of it. He kissed her throat and muttered, "Now how does this dress come off?"
"Losing your head in the moment of passion?" She teased, leading his hands back to the zipper. "You're the one that helped me zip it, remember?"
"What are you talking about?" Minako hissed at him quietly. "This is awesome! It's like watching a first hand porno movie except about people we know."
"Yes, exactly how DO you know these people?" Shawn asked nervously, turning to look at her and raising an eyebrow.
"What people?"
"The people in the car! What other people are there?"
"There are lots of people in the world."
"Minako-"
"Okay, okay, a friend of mine. Tease her mercilessly about this."
Shawn just rolled his eyes.
Kunzite kept a good distance between himself and the car. Sure, it was Mamoru, and sure he'd love to have something on him, but...okay, this was kind of weird, especially for him. "Minako, don't you DARE take out your camcorder!" he yelled as he saw her reach into her purse, only to pull out a piece of candy. He slapped himself. He'd just given her an idea.
Minako blinked. This was perfect! They could blackmail them. "Yes!" She reached into her purse and pulled out a small camcorder. She had grabbed it from a person in the restaurant earlier, trying to say that she was a reporter to be able to get into the room passed that evil guard. When it hadn't work, she had turned to Jack as bait. Too bad that hadn't worked either. "This will be so perfect!"
"Hey, I'm not the one who tried to drink myself under the table," he said. Nevertheless, he reached around behind her and groped blindly for the zipper, something which neither of them minded too terribly. He found it and tugged at it gently, motioning for her to sit up for a moment.
Just then, Zoicite and Ami pulled up in her car.
"Not that you mind. You probably wouldn't be in this position otherwise." She sat up for him and let her hands roam over to his back. He began to massage the skin on her back as he revealed it and she closed her eyes. "Mamoru..."
Somehow, when she said it this time, it excited him more than it had in the dream.
"So, what did we miss?" Ami scooted up next to Minako and peeked into the car. "Wow, his shirt's already off and he's unzipping her dress? Apparently a good bit..."
Zoicite raised an eyebrow as he saw Kunzite seemingly talking to the sky about how he wanted nothing to do with this. He took his place beside Ami. "And they can't see us?"
"Usagi..." He had to remind himself that this wasn't a dream or some stupid fantasy, that she was really here with him, and he convinced himself by letting his hands roam her skin. She subconsciously whispered his name. Definitely not a dream.
"No, they haven't noticed us yet." Minako replied, while busying herself by filming the two. Wow. They were getting hot and heavy.
Shawn was rather perplexed as he looked at the crowd of people that had begun forming around the car. Wait. Another person was strolling up to them, a guy with long, brown hair...
"What's up?" Nephrite asked as he spotted Minako, Ami, and Zoicite. "Hey, I just saw you- AH! What the hell are they doing in there?!"
"Nephrite, if you don't know the answer to THAT question, maybe we need to have a talk..." Zoicite started.
"I know what they're doing!" he snapped. "But why? And why are you people WATCHING?!"
Suddenly, she started feeling a little dizzy, and she squinted her eyes as she tried to fight off the sick feeling.
"Mamoru...I...I'm so..." her voice trailed off and her grip on him loosened. Her breathing started to become regulated and steady. She had fallen asleep. Mamoru blinked, at first thinking she had just momentarily closed her eyes in passion. But when she didn't open them, he became worried. "Usagi? Usagi?" he tapped her cheek gently. No response. "Usagi, if you want to get me back for what I said back in there, this is NOT the way to..." Damn. She had honestly just fallen asleep. "No! I was soooo close..." he moaned.
"Mamo-chan..." Usagi snuggled up against him in her sleep, resting her head against his chest, and clinging slightly to the fabric of his open shirt. Her dress was still unzipped in the back and had flopped over slightly in the front, to reveal part of her bra. The dress had also bunched up around her legs, revealing all of one and most of the other. These conditions didn't make it much easier for Mamoru.
Mamoru groaned. "Come on, I'm not that kind of guy, but you're not helping!"
Minako giggled and rummaged around in her purse until she found a video camera and pressed it up against the window. Mamoru was sitting there on his knees, trying to decide which would be worse, a law suit against him from Usagi, or...okay, so that one won out. But he suddenly noticed a tapping against the window, and he looked up.
Sixteen eyes stared back at him.
"What the HELL are all of you doing here?" Mamoru roared at the top of his lungs. Silence. "Oh, sorry." He rolled down the window. "What the HELL are all of you doing here?" Mamoru roared at the top of his lungs again.
"Uh...eating?"
"No, that's what he's doing-"
"JACK!"
"Sorry!"
Mamoru's eyes widened in shock. "How long have you- never mind, I really don't wanna know. I'll deal with you later," he said in a cold tone, his eyes narrowing. He rolled the window up, much to the disappointment of his "audience."
Mamoru crawled over into the driver's seat and sat there, gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead.
"Well, where to now, Usagi?" he demanded of the sleeping figure in the back seat. He glanced into the rearview mirror. Usagi lay sprawled on her back with one arm tossed over her middle and the other resting on her head. The top of her dress was pulled down to expose a little cleavage and her skirt was hiked up almost past her knees. Despite the fact that the entire position was totally turning him on, she looked...well...damn cute.
"Mamo-chan," she murmured sleepily for the second time.
He blinked. "No, no, no. Mamoru, she is not just some stray puppy you can take home with you!"
Usagi yawned and rolled over onto her side to get into a more comfortable position. She shivered a bit, and Mamoru rummaged around on the floor of his car for her coat. He draped it gently across her shoulders and she smiled to herself, as if lost in some private dream.
"Mmm...Mamo-chan."
"Mamoru, you are not taking her home with you."
* * * * * * End Part D * * * * * *
Edited by Crystalline Lily December 30.
Editor's Note: Happy New Year!!!
Authors: Stara and Nataku Rating: R Genre: Romance/comedy
Disclaimer: The authors do not own the series Sailor Moon or the characters portrayed in it. These are made and owned by Naoko Takeuchi. Please acknowledge this before trying to sue my clients. ~ Tax Lawyer of Power
Author Note: WOW!!! ^_^ So many reviews! We're so happy. *both do a little jig and wind up running into eachother and passing out on the floor* Anyways, THANKS SO MUCH! Please, please, PLEASE keep the reviews coming. You don't know how inspiring it is to receive them. It makes pesky things such as...writer's block go away. :) Also, welcome our new editor Crystalline Lily! Thank you so much for volunteering and thanks to all those people who offered! We really appreciate all the support!!
Dedication: To our brand new editor and to everyone who reviewed. THANKS!!
* * * * * Chapter 9- Hot Date, Cold Feet Part D (Wow, 4 parts?! Long chapter) * * * * *
"But sir, you absolutely MUST let us into that courtyard!" Minako pleaded, bending over slightly to reveal a bit more of her cleavage.
He looked interested but he was like one of those guards from England. Nothing affected him. "I'm sorry miss, but this is a restricted area for VIP's only."
"Excuse me, do you know who we are?" Kunzite asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
The guard shifted from one foot to the other uneasily. "No..."
Kunzite turned to Minako. "Mina, he doesn't know who we are."
Minako blinked. Hey, she was a little slow. Should he know who they are?
Shawn shifted from foot to foot, a bit uncomfortable with the pet name Kunzite had addressed Minako with. Even HE didn't call her Mina and he was her boyfriend.
"Um...yeah. How could you not know us? I mean...um..." She turned to Shawn, who she had previously forgotten. "I'm Jack's girlfriend! You know Jack, the t.v. star?"
"Oh, for God's sake, that's Shawn Hayes...and she's his girlfriend!" Kunzite said, waving his arms at the guard. He'd be damned if those two got away...
"And you sir?"
"Me?" Kunzite asked. "I'm...I'm gay."
"Oh."
"But how could he be dating her if he's gay?" the guard asked.
"Why is he calling you Shawn, Jack?"
"My name really is Shawn, Minako." he said, exasperated. "And I'm not really gay, I just play a gay guy on t.v."
"Yes, trust me..." She patted the guard's arm. "He's not gay at all. Nope."
"And what does that imply exactly?" Shawn raised an eyebrow at her.
"Just what I'd like to know," Kunzite interjected.
"Well, I mean, you wouldn't be that good in bed if you were ga-" She was cut off as he covered her mouth.
"Shhh!" His eyes darted around. "I'm sorry sir, she's a bit...um...slow at times. This is our associate Kunzite."
Kunzite mouthed the words "You are so dead" in their direction...whether or not he was specifying Minako or Shawn was unclear.
"So...you AREN'T gay?" the guard asked again, scratching his head. When Shawn nodded affirmatively, he snapped his finger. Darn. He just played such a convincing role...
"Why...are you?" Shawn asked curiously. Maybe they found someone to dump Kunzite off with after all.
"Sir, please don't answer that," Kunzite pleaded. At this rate, Usagi and Mamoru would be dead before they got in there... "So are you going to let us in there or not?"
"Sorry, I can't. I'd lose my job, and God knows you can't make it in this world without one."
Minako rolled her eyes. People sure mentioned God a lot on Earth. Sure, he was a great guy and all, but probably not nearly as good in bed as Lucifer had been.
"There's not 'anything' we can do to change your mind?" she asked.
"Come on, he's not going to let us in. I don't think he'd even let us if you flashed him." Shawn said offhandishly. He shouldn't have.
The guard looked intrigued by this idea. "I might let you in if you did that." He wasn't an idiot. Girls like Minako didn't just pop up offering to show off their goods everyday. And the dress she was wearing hadn't gone unnoticed to him.
"Really?!" she squealed, clapping her hands delightedly.
He nodded. "Uh uh. Either you would or you wouldn't, pal. We need your word here."
Kunzite folded his arms.
Shawn shook his head. "No Minako. There is no way I'm letting you do that. Besides, why do you need to go back there so badly?"
"I definitely would let you back there."
Kunzite looked as if he was in the middle of an internal debate. "Minako, don't do it. I can always just punch him."
"Come on Jack! Don't be such a spoil sport-" she was cut off as a young man with dark, black hair and a young blonde made their way through the door and walked passed them. She blinked. "Um, we don't need to go back there anymore, honey!" She yelled over her shoulder, following the couple out.
Shawn looked utterly baffled, and the guard looked rather disappointed.
Kunzite turned around and looked at the guard. "HA! Pervert." He ran after Minako to get a glimpse of Mamoru.
Once outside the restaurant Minako quickly beeped Ami on her cell phone, giving her the 411 about what was happening, and then her eyes widened. Usagi and Mamoru looked ridiculous as they tried to walk and make out at the same time.
"Minako, I don't see why we had to leave our dinners to...oh! Who are those people having sex in the parking lot?" he whispered, ducking down behind the bush next to her.
Mamoru pressed Usagi up against a car with his body, running his hands through her silken hair. The car obviously didn't belong to him, as was evident when the alarm started going off, but that didnt stop them. It didn't even kill the mood. They just moved right on down to another one.
"We have..." he gasped between kisses, "fans."
"Mm...what are you.." she paused, a soft purr rising from her throat as they finally made it to his car and she felt his strong body against hers. "...going on about?"
"I mean it's probably an interesting show but..." he fumbled for his keys and unlocked the car. "It's not meant for an audience...."
He opened one of the doors and gently pushed her inside. Pulling him down with her into the car, she instantly began kissing him again. Her hands reached up and her fingers began nimbly unbuttoning his collared shirt. She felt his hand brush against her bare leg and tingles ran down her spine. How could he do this to her? His hands had begun to run down her sides, and when he brushed across her waist and hips only to feel no creases, his earlier suspicions were confirmed.
She wasn't wearing any underwear.
"You're not wearing underwear," he stated matter of factly. Well, as matter of factly as you can get when you're on top of someone whose not wearing underwear and attempting to disrobe you in their drunken state.
Kunzite turned to Minako. "Would it be unethical to go and look inside the car?"
"Of course not!" She rushed up to the car, Shawn in tow, and came up just in time to hear Usagi's reply.
"I know, they didn't exactly work with my outfit, and I had to look perfect. Not like it really matters now anyway, right? They would've just gotten in the way.." She had finally gotten all the button undone. She ran her hands across his bare skin, relishing the feel of his muscled chest beneath her palms.
"I agree completely."
"Now that," Kunzite gestured and covered his face, "is exactly what I was afraid of."
Starting at the bottom of the slit in her dress, he traced his finger along the exposed skin until he reached the end of it. He kissed her throat and muttered, "Now how does this dress come off?"
"Losing your head in the moment of passion?" She teased, leading his hands back to the zipper. "You're the one that helped me zip it, remember?"
"What are you talking about?" Minako hissed at him quietly. "This is awesome! It's like watching a first hand porno movie except about people we know."
"Yes, exactly how DO you know these people?" Shawn asked nervously, turning to look at her and raising an eyebrow.
"What people?"
"The people in the car! What other people are there?"
"There are lots of people in the world."
"Minako-"
"Okay, okay, a friend of mine. Tease her mercilessly about this."
Shawn just rolled his eyes.
Kunzite kept a good distance between himself and the car. Sure, it was Mamoru, and sure he'd love to have something on him, but...okay, this was kind of weird, especially for him. "Minako, don't you DARE take out your camcorder!" he yelled as he saw her reach into her purse, only to pull out a piece of candy. He slapped himself. He'd just given her an idea.
Minako blinked. This was perfect! They could blackmail them. "Yes!" She reached into her purse and pulled out a small camcorder. She had grabbed it from a person in the restaurant earlier, trying to say that she was a reporter to be able to get into the room passed that evil guard. When it hadn't work, she had turned to Jack as bait. Too bad that hadn't worked either. "This will be so perfect!"
"Hey, I'm not the one who tried to drink myself under the table," he said. Nevertheless, he reached around behind her and groped blindly for the zipper, something which neither of them minded too terribly. He found it and tugged at it gently, motioning for her to sit up for a moment.
Just then, Zoicite and Ami pulled up in her car.
"Not that you mind. You probably wouldn't be in this position otherwise." She sat up for him and let her hands roam over to his back. He began to massage the skin on her back as he revealed it and she closed her eyes. "Mamoru..."
Somehow, when she said it this time, it excited him more than it had in the dream.
"So, what did we miss?" Ami scooted up next to Minako and peeked into the car. "Wow, his shirt's already off and he's unzipping her dress? Apparently a good bit..."
Zoicite raised an eyebrow as he saw Kunzite seemingly talking to the sky about how he wanted nothing to do with this. He took his place beside Ami. "And they can't see us?"
"Usagi..." He had to remind himself that this wasn't a dream or some stupid fantasy, that she was really here with him, and he convinced himself by letting his hands roam her skin. She subconsciously whispered his name. Definitely not a dream.
"No, they haven't noticed us yet." Minako replied, while busying herself by filming the two. Wow. They were getting hot and heavy.
Shawn was rather perplexed as he looked at the crowd of people that had begun forming around the car. Wait. Another person was strolling up to them, a guy with long, brown hair...
"What's up?" Nephrite asked as he spotted Minako, Ami, and Zoicite. "Hey, I just saw you- AH! What the hell are they doing in there?!"
"Nephrite, if you don't know the answer to THAT question, maybe we need to have a talk..." Zoicite started.
"I know what they're doing!" he snapped. "But why? And why are you people WATCHING?!"
Suddenly, she started feeling a little dizzy, and she squinted her eyes as she tried to fight off the sick feeling.
"Mamoru...I...I'm so..." her voice trailed off and her grip on him loosened. Her breathing started to become regulated and steady. She had fallen asleep. Mamoru blinked, at first thinking she had just momentarily closed her eyes in passion. But when she didn't open them, he became worried. "Usagi? Usagi?" he tapped her cheek gently. No response. "Usagi, if you want to get me back for what I said back in there, this is NOT the way to..." Damn. She had honestly just fallen asleep. "No! I was soooo close..." he moaned.
"Mamo-chan..." Usagi snuggled up against him in her sleep, resting her head against his chest, and clinging slightly to the fabric of his open shirt. Her dress was still unzipped in the back and had flopped over slightly in the front, to reveal part of her bra. The dress had also bunched up around her legs, revealing all of one and most of the other. These conditions didn't make it much easier for Mamoru.
Mamoru groaned. "Come on, I'm not that kind of guy, but you're not helping!"
Minako giggled and rummaged around in her purse until she found a video camera and pressed it up against the window. Mamoru was sitting there on his knees, trying to decide which would be worse, a law suit against him from Usagi, or...okay, so that one won out. But he suddenly noticed a tapping against the window, and he looked up.
Sixteen eyes stared back at him.
"What the HELL are all of you doing here?" Mamoru roared at the top of his lungs. Silence. "Oh, sorry." He rolled down the window. "What the HELL are all of you doing here?" Mamoru roared at the top of his lungs again.
"Uh...eating?"
"No, that's what he's doing-"
"JACK!"
"Sorry!"
Mamoru's eyes widened in shock. "How long have you- never mind, I really don't wanna know. I'll deal with you later," he said in a cold tone, his eyes narrowing. He rolled the window up, much to the disappointment of his "audience."
Mamoru crawled over into the driver's seat and sat there, gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead.
"Well, where to now, Usagi?" he demanded of the sleeping figure in the back seat. He glanced into the rearview mirror. Usagi lay sprawled on her back with one arm tossed over her middle and the other resting on her head. The top of her dress was pulled down to expose a little cleavage and her skirt was hiked up almost past her knees. Despite the fact that the entire position was totally turning him on, she looked...well...damn cute.
"Mamo-chan," she murmured sleepily for the second time.
He blinked. "No, no, no. Mamoru, she is not just some stray puppy you can take home with you!"
Usagi yawned and rolled over onto her side to get into a more comfortable position. She shivered a bit, and Mamoru rummaged around on the floor of his car for her coat. He draped it gently across her shoulders and she smiled to herself, as if lost in some private dream.
"Mmm...Mamo-chan."
"Mamoru, you are not taking her home with you."
* * * * * * End Part D * * * * * *
Edited by Crystalline Lily December 30.
Editor's Note: Happy New Year!!!