Title: Heaven, Hell, and Somewhere in Between
Authors: Stara and Nataku
Ratings: R
Genre: Romance/Alternate Reality
Disclaimer: Stara and Nataku do not own Sailor Moon, nor any of it's characters/ideas (including sexy Mamoru). At first, this sadened us, but when we actually thought about it, we realized that each of us is so busy eating pretzels, watching anime, writing this story, and trying to pass English (ironically enough) that there would be no time for massive court battles anyways. Plus, our tax lawyer is REALLY starting to up his prices.
Author Note: This chapter's been done for about a month now, but we have been SOOO incredibly busy with school alone that we're just now putting it together. And get this- there's more! We just haven't had the time to organize it all yet! We're so sorry, and we appreciate each and every e-mail/review we recieve. So keep them coming- we promise you haven't seen nothing yet!
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Usagi groaned loudly as she turned over in bed, sweat soaking her forehead causing her hair to stick to her face. Slowly opening her eyes, she groggily looked around the room as they adjusted. Dark navy walls, black and red furniture, white curtains....where the hell was she?! Throwing back the covers, she sat up quickly, only to clutch her head and collapse on the bed once more. That had not been a good move.
Sighing, she slowly sat up and rubbed her temples before continuing to examine her surroundings. The room was definitely masculine, decorated in dark hues that contrasted strikingly, but still seemed to blend together somehow. It was spotless, and only the small pile of neatly folded clothes on one of the chairs indicated that someone actually lived in the room. Instead of photographs of family members and friends-cologne, stacks of neatly piled papers, and books were set down on various surfaces. The only living thing, a single, red rose, was placed on the bedside table, next to the alarm clock. She gripped the sheet in her hand, only to be met with the wonderful feel of silk against her skin. While this was a mild comfort, at least this person had treated her nicely, she was still very disturbed that she had no clue where she was.
With a sudden lurch, she felt her stomach start to give and pushed all other thoughts from her mind. Flinging open a door, which she prayed led to a bathroom, she squatted in front of the toilet and completely emptied her stomach.
She swore never to get drunk again, even while acknowledging she would never keep the oath.
The condensation from hot, running water felt sticky and humid on her bare skin, and the low humming of a deep voice reached her ears, but Usagi could focus on one thing only: the pristine white- scratch that, WAS pristine white toilet to the far side of the bathroom. Ah yes. Thank God for toilets.
Suddenly, the humming stopped, and Mamoru flung the shower curtain open. Usagi became aware of the sound of water running- and many other things. She gasped, letting her eyes travel over his nude form, none which he bothered to hide too well. He seemed unphased, and stood there, staring at her huddled form in confusion.
She blushed and covered her eyes, only to find that she needed to throw up once more. Slightly embarrassed that she had to do so in front of her adversary, she made her best effort at keeping him from being able to view most of it. Even while throwing up, she was still conscious that he was completely, and utterly sexy. Ugh. How had her mind wandered down that path even while she was puking? Wait. Wasn't he naked?! Tears came to her eyes as the embarrassment settled in completely, and she flushed the toilet dejectedly when her stomach was once again finished purging itself of anything she had eaten in her entire life...probably her past life as well.
Mamoru raised an eyebrow, but turned off the water and slid a towel around his waist nevertheless. He reached into his medicine cabinet behind the mirror and took out an aspirin and a glass. Filling the glass with water, he handed both to her, which she accepted graciously. When she had downed both, he leaned against the wall next to her and folded his arms across his chest.
"Let me guess..." he asked in a taunting tone. "Hangover?"
"Aren't you clever?" She snapped, taking another long sip of the tap water. Wasn't it enough that he had seen her so weak? Of course not, he had to tease her as well. Sighing, she twisted the material of her t-shirt around
her finger.
Wait.
T-shirt?!
Looking down at her attire, she suddenly realized that she hadn't been wearing a Tokyo University t-shirt and a pair of paisley boxer shorts the night before. With horror, reality dawned on her. She was at Mamoru's house. She had been drunk the night before. Mamoru was uninhibited about seeing her naked. They had slept together!
"You should have seen yourself last night." He ignored her sarcastic comment. "You were completely wild; we almost didn't make it out of the parking lot." Usagi's eyes widened.
"What?!"
"Yeah. But, unfortunately, when we got into the car, just as I was unzipping your dress..." His eyes glazed over for a minute as he recalled those few moments in heaven. "...you fell asleep."
"Mamoru, hearing that just proves that you are the biggest jacka-" Usagi stopped and looked up at him suddenly, eyes widening. "I...I...fell asleep? Wait...that means...that means that we didn't have sex! YES!" She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him to her. "We didn't have sex, we didn't have sex!"
"Yes," he said sadly. "We didn't have sex...holy shit, THAT'S what you thought I was talking about?!"
"What was I supposed to think?!" She shrieked, placing her hands on her hips. "You were wild." she added, mimicking him.
"Well, you were!" he cocked his head at her. "Up until you passed out..." he trailed off, smiling at the memory of almost getting laid...even if it was just a memory...
"The fact that I'm in your apartment didn't exactly help either, Mamoru. Oh yeah...how exactly did I get into these clothes? I mean, I KNOW they're not mine and-" her voice trailed off and she glared at him. "I wasn't wearing panties! YOU PERVERT! Seriously Mamoru, were you so horny that you HAD to have it? Even while I was SLEEPING?!!!!"
Mamoru scratched his head. "What do you mean, while you were sleeping- " He covered his mouth. "Oh my God! Ew! That's disgusting!"
"Well, then explain it to me. How did I get in these clothes?"
Mamoru paused to think.
~FLASHBACK~
"Jeeze, you're heavy!" Mamoru exclaimed as he shouldered Usagi's snoring form. Despite her unconsciousness, her foot still managed to kick him in the gut. "Oomph!" He sighed. "Guess I better be careful about what I say."
He gingerly laid her on his bed amidst a pile of clean clothes fresh from the laundry. Suddenly, Usagi's eyes squinted up in pain, and she clutched her stomach and moaned.
"Oh, hell no!" he cried and dashed off to find a wastebasket, muttering to himself. "I paid too much money for that Lands end bedcover!"
Usagi moaned again and rolled over onto her side, burying her head into a pair of Mamoru's boxers. They felt soft and warm against her bare skin. Giggling and not quite aware of her surroundings, Usagi grabbed a pair of his flannel boxers and slipped into them. Then she found an old t-shirt with the sleeves crudely ripped off and put that on, too. Sighing with contentment, Usagi's eyes fluttered shut, and she drifted off, this time for good.
Just then, Mamoru returned with a trash can and a pitcher of cold water.
"AH!"
he cried when he saw her dressed in his underwear. He shook his head. "I
have no
idea how you did that..."
~End of Flashback~
"I have no idea how you did that..."
Usagi blinked. It sounded like something she would do in her drunken state. "Oh, well..I..uh.." She looked up at him, finally noticing that he was clad only in a towel. "Sexy." Wow. Did she change moods fast.
Mamoru burst out laughing. "How could you ever say you're NOT a direct person, Usagi?" He reached out a hand and helped her off the floor. "now, I personally have no objections to you running around in my drawers all day- in fact, I find it quite a turn on." Though, you'd look much better out of them, he thought, raking his eyes across her chest. "So feel free to stay as you are!" He smiled. She slapped his arm. "But in the sad occurrence you want to change...well, then we're
S.O.L."
She laughed, but quickly found out how bad of an idea that was when she wound up clutching her stomach in agony. "Do you happen to have any stomach medicine?" She looked up at him pleadingly.
Mamoru sighed in relief. Thank God she didn't need THAT type of medicine. "Yeah, I've got some Ibuprofen."
"Thanks so much!" She hugged him before hurrying out of the bathroom door. Looking in the mirror, she realized with dismay that she looked almost as awful as she felt. She ran fingers through her now sweat-lined hair and grimaced. Yeah, a shower was definitely in order. She quickly stripped off the t-shirt and boxers and turned on the shower before jumping in. Picking up a bottle of shampoo, she opened it and nearly melted when the smell wafted in the air. The scent of crushed roses was familiar.
It smelled like Mamoru.
Giggling she started massaging it into her head, the hot water mixed with the feel of becoming clean, causing her to close her eyes and groan.
Outside the door, Mamoru tapped his foot impatiently. "I wasn't finished, you know," he said, but his words couldn't be heard above the noise from the shower. "Hmm...but wouldn't that be a perfectly logical excuse to just barge in?" Mamoru loved rationalizing with himself. With his lack of morals and concern for only himself, everything always worked out!
He pushed open the door and sang happily, "I'm coming in!"
Usagi froze.
What?!
She poked her head out from behind the shower curtain. "W-what are you-I mean you-GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
Mamoru grinned, "Get out of my own bathroom? I think not. Don't worry, I won't look."
Usagi sighed in frustration and pulled the curtain closed.
"Much," he muttered under his breath.
"What I forgot about is that I have absolutely nothing to wear when I get out..you sure you don't have anything?" She also noticed that she could see shadowy outlines through the curtain. "And, you can't see anything, can you?" Worry crept into her voice as she nervously ran her hands down her sides, her first instinct being to make sure that herstomach was still flat. It was. Thank God.
"Uh..." he said dumbly, as the curved hourglass shadow began to move in a sensual fashion.
(which, in reality, was just Usagi bathing). "Nope. Not a thin." Mamoru flung open his bathroom mirror and fumbled for his toothbrush, never taking his eyes off the curtain. "All I got is men's clothing," he added after spitting. The idea of her wearing his clothes irked the pretentious side of him, but his lower (and often better) half, was all for it.
"And you don't have a Wal-Mart or anything nearby? No, forget I asked. You'd probably wind up leaving me in an alley somewhere of something." She turned off the shower and rung out her hair. "Can you please hand me a towel?"
"Sure thing." Mamoru grabbed a washcloth and tossed it over the curtain to her.
"Should I be offended?"
"Why?"
"I'm not THAT tiny, am I?"
"I dunno, put it on and come out so I can see."
"Pervert."
"Cherry."
"I am NOT a cherry!"
Mamoru chuckled and handed her a (regular-sized) towel. "See, I knew it. That how I like my women-experienced."
"Hmph." She pulled the shower curtain to the side and stepped out, placing her hands on her hips. "If you must know, I was a virgin until I was seventeen." She tossed someof the wet hair that was clinging to her face, over her shoulder. "But now..." She trailed off, sauntering over to him. Bare arms came up to wrap around his neck, her body pressed up against his, their towels being the only barrier between them. "I'm often called a sex goddess." She purred, her long, smooth legs rubbing up against his. The towel was shorter than anything he had seen her wear before.
Mamoru exhaled sharply and took in the new scent that filled his nostrils-her. The feel of every curve pressing against his firm body was taking his control further and further away, leaving him thoughtless and full of desire. He blinked and caught her eye, and for a second, an electric shock ran through him, sending a shiver down his spine. She batted her eyelashes unknowingly. At first, lust seemed to fill her gaze, but Mamoru looked harder. And then he saw-or rather, he felt it. Usagi's eyes were innocent. Everything around her had marred this from her-Earth, Hell, himself...but it was still there.
"Usagi," he breathed. "How can you do this to me?"
"Do what to you?" She whispered, all sultriness leaving her voice as she began to realize how close he was standing and how much it was affecting her. For some odd reason, she wasn't able to shake him off like all the other men, her mind was filled with thoughts of Mamoru. Shivering slightly from the contact, her fingers idly teased the hair at the nape of his neck. Why was he able to make her forget everything so quickly? Why did time always seem to slow down and her heart always speed up whenever he was near?
Mamoru swallowed. "You...make me fell.." he struggled to explain the passionate fire in his veins. "Like this!" Mamoru violently pushed her up against the wall and pressed his lips against hers, bruising them with his force. Her eyes widened in surprise, then something unreadable. In the back of his mind, he worried if he was hurting her, but it was too late to stop it now. She had barely parted her lips when he delved deeper into her mouth and moaned.
She pulled him closer and returned the kiss eagerly, after having gotten over the initial shock. The kiss was odd, unlike any she had ever received before and that was definitely a good thing. Somehow it was hard and soft and tender and hungry all at the same time. Her arms moved from around his neck and her fingertips lightly traced the contours of his chest. She nearly groaned when they came in contact with his six pack.
His skin seemed to catch on fire wherever she touched, causing him to groan into her mouth. His hands wandered down the sides of her body, and he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, massaging it lightly with his fingers. Her legs wrapped around his body, and his instincts began to take over as he moved to remove the towel..
"Eh, Mamoru! I brought pizza with me! I tried knocking on your door, but you weren't answer-OH!" Motoki stopped, the pizza box falling to the floor as he saw Mamoru in a towel, making out with a girl in a towel.
'Go away!' Mamoru willed. 'Just go the fuck away!' When the annoying voice was silent, he smiled triumphantly into the kiss and continued to ravage her mouth.
"Uh...Mamoru?"
Nothing.
"Mamoru?"
Silence.
"Mam-"
"Motoki, you better have a damn good reason for this!!!" he cried as he broke away from Usagi and glared at his friend menacingly.
"Okay, dude, you have GOT to tell me how you manage to get all these hot, naked chicks to just make out with you in your own bathroom-"
"Can I kill you now?"
"First you might want to put some clothes on-"
Usagi, looking thoroughly confused, brought her hand to her lips and blushed a bright crimson. "Excuse me..." She quickly pushed her way out of the bathroom and into Mamoru's room. Searching through his drawers, she grabbed a clean t-shirt and a pair of biking shorts. The shirt and shorts were too big, but she easily remedied this by tying the shirt at her waist and rolling the short up as far as she could. Perfect. It was at that moment the yelling stopped and Motoki was shoved into the room.
"Hi!" He smiled and waved, eyes nearly popping out at the sight of her. "Name's Motoki."
"I'm Usagi." She giggled, finding his mood infectious. Her voice caressed his ears in a sensual manner and it was all he could do from grabbing hold of her. Wait. She was Mamoru's.
"So, how long have you been seeing Mamoru."
"Well, actually, we're not dati-"
Mamoru's voice reached the room, cutting her off. "Usagi, are you in there?"
She blinked. "Uh...yeah?" She said, annoyed.
"Oh...uh...are you decent?"
"Yeah...why?" She got a confused look on her face and Motoki just shrugged.
"Are you?"
"No..."
"Need me to bring you some clothes?" She asked innocently. Motoki raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, actually...that would be great."
She smiled. "Okay!" Blindly grabbing a few random articles of clothing, she dashed back into the bathroom and slammed the door. The sound of glass breaking and Usagi excited giggle filled Motoki's ears and his eyes widened.
"Here you go." She held out her arms, containing the clothes and let her eyes roam over his body once more. She did it subtly though, or so she thought.
He motioned for her to turn around. She looked puzzled and he laughed. "Well, you're welcome to watch me dress if you like..." She turned abruptly, but knocked a glass of water in the process.
"Klutz." Mamoru smiled and reached for a wastebasket. His shirt hung loose on his shoulders and was unbuttoned. Usagi couldn't control the giggle that slipped out next.
* * * * * * * *
Motoki pressed an ear to the door and his eyes widened in shock. A rustling of clothes could be heard and low sounds coming from Mamoru.
"Are you done yet?" Well, THAT had been Usagi...Wait. WHAT WAS SHE TALKING ABOUT?!
"Almost, hang on..." Mamoru's deep voice was heard through the door. And a loud groan followed his words. Motoki raised an eyebrow. This was interesting...
* * * * * * * *
The idea Motoki was getting, was actually far from the truth though, as Mamoru struggled to get on his pants. Unfortunately, he was still damp, and this caused an unpleasant sensation as he tugged them over his hips. He grunted in frustration.
"Are you done yet?" Usagi asked impatiently, back still turned away from him.
"Almost hang on..." He let out one final groan before they finally settled around his waist. He zippered and buttoned them quickly. "Yes, I'm done. It took me forever to get those pants on, because I'm still wet."
"Sure, that's why."
"What's THAT supposed to mean?!"
"You're getting fat!"
"Am not! This Hon..." He lifted up his t-shirt to reveal his perfect six pack, "Is nothing but muscle." Usagi nearly fainted.
He was sooo sexy!
* * * * * * * *
"Oh Mamoru...won't you just give it to me?"
Motoki snapped back to attention as he heard Usagi's sensual voice waft through the door. He tried the lock again, but the door refused to open.
A reluctant sigh was heard from Mamoru. "Oh, all right..."
Soon, soft moans of pleasure could be heard. "Mmm...Mamoru that feels SO good...Mmmm Gods Mamoru....harder, Mamoru, harder..."
* * * * * * * *
Though Mamoru's bed had been super comfortable, Usagi still had knots in her back from their 'parking-lot-escapades' earlier the night before. "Aren't you good at giving massages?" She asked, innocently.
"Yes, but..." he sighed when he saw her pleading look. "Oh, all right..." Sitting down on the toilet (with the lid on), he motioned for her to sit on his lap. As soon as she did, he began his ministrations.
"Mmm...Mamoru...harder...Gods Mamoru!" She threw her head back and closed her eyes as his hands worked miracles on her back. Faintly, she acknowledged exactly how good he was at using his hands and other places she might want to see them put to use, but she quickly squandered such ideas.
Unknown to her, his mind was going down the same path.
Mamoru had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. His hands reached beneath her shirt to continue the massage...her skin was so soft. The fact that she kept shifting in his lap and that her hands were gripping his knees as she groaned out in ecstasy, didn't really help either. Aware of his growing arousal, he quickly pushed her off his lap before she could notice. He received a puzzled look, to which he merely shrugged. "My hands got tired."
"You really do give the best massages, Mamoru." Usagi stood up and stressed, beaming over at him. "But I must say that I am completely starved."
"You're hungry?! I thought you had an upset stomach..."
"Oh yeah. Oh well, might as well test it right?"
"Um...yeah...sure..." He opened the door to the bathroom and then saw Motoki's eyes widen before the blonde fell at his feet.
"Uh..hi!" Motoki waved at them weakly from his spot on the floor. They just stared at him kind of funny. "CAN YOU HELP ME UP?!"
Mamoru rolled his eyes and reached out a hand to help him up.
"Say Mamoru, I was thinking..."
"No."
"But-"
"No."
"You're no fun...."
"Oh, just-"
"Umm....I'm still hungry here," Usagi interjected.
"Funny, I thought Mamoru just fed you."
"No he didn't-YOU CREEP!" She whacked him across the back of the head.
"OWWY! Hey, I already fell to the ground, now you're hitting me? What is it, abuse Motoki day?"
"Actually, that's an interesting prospect...I should talk to the mayor about that."
"Shut up, Mamoru."
Mamoru crossed his arms. "Eavesdropper."
Motoki crossed his arms. "Miser."
"Pervert."
"Cheap-ass -"
"SHUT UP!" Usagi yelled.
Mamoru and Motoki exchanged glances. "Hungry?"
"Sure am."
"Wait, do any of you know how to cook?"
"I do!" Mamoru smiled and placed his hands on his hips, laughing loudly.
"Uh uh, if I remember correctly I'M the one that owns the malt shop. I think I'm better prepared to cook."
"You own a malt shop?!!! COOL! Can you say discount?"
"Usagi, is all you ever think about food?"
"No, I enjoy sex too." She smiled with both men stopped to look at her and gulped.
Motoki jabbed Mamoru in the ribs. "You liar."
"I wasn't lying! We really didn't- oh, never mind." Mamoru shook his head and grabbed his keys and coat off of the key hook mounted into the wall.
"Hey, who said I was giving you guys free food?" Motoki demanded.
Usagi, not having heard this, bent over in search of her shoes, providing the two men with a very nice view.
"That's why," Mamoru finished.
Usagi sat up and raised her eyebrows at the two men. "What?"
"Nothing." Motoki turned to Mamoru. "Yeah, I guess I can give you breakfast for free this ONCE."
"And you called me cheap..."
"YOU ARE CHEAP!" Usagi and Motoki cried out in unison, then burst into giggles. Mamoru did not find this very funny.
"So...Mamoru..." Usagi walked up to him and wrapped one of his arms around her waist. "What was it you were 'saying' about how I make you feel?"
"Do I even WANT to hear this?"
"Probably not."
"I'll listen anyway."
"Go away, Motoki."
"Hey! I'm the one giving you free breakfast!"
Authors: Stara and Nataku
Ratings: R
Genre: Romance/Alternate Reality
Disclaimer: Stara and Nataku do not own Sailor Moon, nor any of it's characters/ideas (including sexy Mamoru). At first, this sadened us, but when we actually thought about it, we realized that each of us is so busy eating pretzels, watching anime, writing this story, and trying to pass English (ironically enough) that there would be no time for massive court battles anyways. Plus, our tax lawyer is REALLY starting to up his prices.
Author Note: This chapter's been done for about a month now, but we have been SOOO incredibly busy with school alone that we're just now putting it together. And get this- there's more! We just haven't had the time to organize it all yet! We're so sorry, and we appreciate each and every e-mail/review we recieve. So keep them coming- we promise you haven't seen nothing yet!
If you always skip the author notes (which we put our heart and soul into, thank you very much), start reading here.
Usagi groaned loudly as she turned over in bed, sweat soaking her forehead causing her hair to stick to her face. Slowly opening her eyes, she groggily looked around the room as they adjusted. Dark navy walls, black and red furniture, white curtains....where the hell was she?! Throwing back the covers, she sat up quickly, only to clutch her head and collapse on the bed once more. That had not been a good move.
Sighing, she slowly sat up and rubbed her temples before continuing to examine her surroundings. The room was definitely masculine, decorated in dark hues that contrasted strikingly, but still seemed to blend together somehow. It was spotless, and only the small pile of neatly folded clothes on one of the chairs indicated that someone actually lived in the room. Instead of photographs of family members and friends-cologne, stacks of neatly piled papers, and books were set down on various surfaces. The only living thing, a single, red rose, was placed on the bedside table, next to the alarm clock. She gripped the sheet in her hand, only to be met with the wonderful feel of silk against her skin. While this was a mild comfort, at least this person had treated her nicely, she was still very disturbed that she had no clue where she was.
With a sudden lurch, she felt her stomach start to give and pushed all other thoughts from her mind. Flinging open a door, which she prayed led to a bathroom, she squatted in front of the toilet and completely emptied her stomach.
She swore never to get drunk again, even while acknowledging she would never keep the oath.
The condensation from hot, running water felt sticky and humid on her bare skin, and the low humming of a deep voice reached her ears, but Usagi could focus on one thing only: the pristine white- scratch that, WAS pristine white toilet to the far side of the bathroom. Ah yes. Thank God for toilets.
Suddenly, the humming stopped, and Mamoru flung the shower curtain open. Usagi became aware of the sound of water running- and many other things. She gasped, letting her eyes travel over his nude form, none which he bothered to hide too well. He seemed unphased, and stood there, staring at her huddled form in confusion.
She blushed and covered her eyes, only to find that she needed to throw up once more. Slightly embarrassed that she had to do so in front of her adversary, she made her best effort at keeping him from being able to view most of it. Even while throwing up, she was still conscious that he was completely, and utterly sexy. Ugh. How had her mind wandered down that path even while she was puking? Wait. Wasn't he naked?! Tears came to her eyes as the embarrassment settled in completely, and she flushed the toilet dejectedly when her stomach was once again finished purging itself of anything she had eaten in her entire life...probably her past life as well.
Mamoru raised an eyebrow, but turned off the water and slid a towel around his waist nevertheless. He reached into his medicine cabinet behind the mirror and took out an aspirin and a glass. Filling the glass with water, he handed both to her, which she accepted graciously. When she had downed both, he leaned against the wall next to her and folded his arms across his chest.
"Let me guess..." he asked in a taunting tone. "Hangover?"
"Aren't you clever?" She snapped, taking another long sip of the tap water. Wasn't it enough that he had seen her so weak? Of course not, he had to tease her as well. Sighing, she twisted the material of her t-shirt around
her finger.
Wait.
T-shirt?!
Looking down at her attire, she suddenly realized that she hadn't been wearing a Tokyo University t-shirt and a pair of paisley boxer shorts the night before. With horror, reality dawned on her. She was at Mamoru's house. She had been drunk the night before. Mamoru was uninhibited about seeing her naked. They had slept together!
"You should have seen yourself last night." He ignored her sarcastic comment. "You were completely wild; we almost didn't make it out of the parking lot." Usagi's eyes widened.
"What?!"
"Yeah. But, unfortunately, when we got into the car, just as I was unzipping your dress..." His eyes glazed over for a minute as he recalled those few moments in heaven. "...you fell asleep."
"Mamoru, hearing that just proves that you are the biggest jacka-" Usagi stopped and looked up at him suddenly, eyes widening. "I...I...fell asleep? Wait...that means...that means that we didn't have sex! YES!" She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him to her. "We didn't have sex, we didn't have sex!"
"Yes," he said sadly. "We didn't have sex...holy shit, THAT'S what you thought I was talking about?!"
"What was I supposed to think?!" She shrieked, placing her hands on her hips. "You were wild." she added, mimicking him.
"Well, you were!" he cocked his head at her. "Up until you passed out..." he trailed off, smiling at the memory of almost getting laid...even if it was just a memory...
"The fact that I'm in your apartment didn't exactly help either, Mamoru. Oh yeah...how exactly did I get into these clothes? I mean, I KNOW they're not mine and-" her voice trailed off and she glared at him. "I wasn't wearing panties! YOU PERVERT! Seriously Mamoru, were you so horny that you HAD to have it? Even while I was SLEEPING?!!!!"
Mamoru scratched his head. "What do you mean, while you were sleeping- " He covered his mouth. "Oh my God! Ew! That's disgusting!"
"Well, then explain it to me. How did I get in these clothes?"
Mamoru paused to think.
~FLASHBACK~
"Jeeze, you're heavy!" Mamoru exclaimed as he shouldered Usagi's snoring form. Despite her unconsciousness, her foot still managed to kick him in the gut. "Oomph!" He sighed. "Guess I better be careful about what I say."
He gingerly laid her on his bed amidst a pile of clean clothes fresh from the laundry. Suddenly, Usagi's eyes squinted up in pain, and she clutched her stomach and moaned.
"Oh, hell no!" he cried and dashed off to find a wastebasket, muttering to himself. "I paid too much money for that Lands end bedcover!"
Usagi moaned again and rolled over onto her side, burying her head into a pair of Mamoru's boxers. They felt soft and warm against her bare skin. Giggling and not quite aware of her surroundings, Usagi grabbed a pair of his flannel boxers and slipped into them. Then she found an old t-shirt with the sleeves crudely ripped off and put that on, too. Sighing with contentment, Usagi's eyes fluttered shut, and she drifted off, this time for good.
Just then, Mamoru returned with a trash can and a pitcher of cold water.
"AH!"
he cried when he saw her dressed in his underwear. He shook his head. "I
have no
idea how you did that..."
~End of Flashback~
"I have no idea how you did that..."
Usagi blinked. It sounded like something she would do in her drunken state. "Oh, well..I..uh.." She looked up at him, finally noticing that he was clad only in a towel. "Sexy." Wow. Did she change moods fast.
Mamoru burst out laughing. "How could you ever say you're NOT a direct person, Usagi?" He reached out a hand and helped her off the floor. "now, I personally have no objections to you running around in my drawers all day- in fact, I find it quite a turn on." Though, you'd look much better out of them, he thought, raking his eyes across her chest. "So feel free to stay as you are!" He smiled. She slapped his arm. "But in the sad occurrence you want to change...well, then we're
S.O.L."
She laughed, but quickly found out how bad of an idea that was when she wound up clutching her stomach in agony. "Do you happen to have any stomach medicine?" She looked up at him pleadingly.
Mamoru sighed in relief. Thank God she didn't need THAT type of medicine. "Yeah, I've got some Ibuprofen."
"Thanks so much!" She hugged him before hurrying out of the bathroom door. Looking in the mirror, she realized with dismay that she looked almost as awful as she felt. She ran fingers through her now sweat-lined hair and grimaced. Yeah, a shower was definitely in order. She quickly stripped off the t-shirt and boxers and turned on the shower before jumping in. Picking up a bottle of shampoo, she opened it and nearly melted when the smell wafted in the air. The scent of crushed roses was familiar.
It smelled like Mamoru.
Giggling she started massaging it into her head, the hot water mixed with the feel of becoming clean, causing her to close her eyes and groan.
Outside the door, Mamoru tapped his foot impatiently. "I wasn't finished, you know," he said, but his words couldn't be heard above the noise from the shower. "Hmm...but wouldn't that be a perfectly logical excuse to just barge in?" Mamoru loved rationalizing with himself. With his lack of morals and concern for only himself, everything always worked out!
He pushed open the door and sang happily, "I'm coming in!"
Usagi froze.
What?!
She poked her head out from behind the shower curtain. "W-what are you-I mean you-GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
Mamoru grinned, "Get out of my own bathroom? I think not. Don't worry, I won't look."
Usagi sighed in frustration and pulled the curtain closed.
"Much," he muttered under his breath.
"What I forgot about is that I have absolutely nothing to wear when I get out..you sure you don't have anything?" She also noticed that she could see shadowy outlines through the curtain. "And, you can't see anything, can you?" Worry crept into her voice as she nervously ran her hands down her sides, her first instinct being to make sure that herstomach was still flat. It was. Thank God.
"Uh..." he said dumbly, as the curved hourglass shadow began to move in a sensual fashion.
(which, in reality, was just Usagi bathing). "Nope. Not a thin." Mamoru flung open his bathroom mirror and fumbled for his toothbrush, never taking his eyes off the curtain. "All I got is men's clothing," he added after spitting. The idea of her wearing his clothes irked the pretentious side of him, but his lower (and often better) half, was all for it.
"And you don't have a Wal-Mart or anything nearby? No, forget I asked. You'd probably wind up leaving me in an alley somewhere of something." She turned off the shower and rung out her hair. "Can you please hand me a towel?"
"Sure thing." Mamoru grabbed a washcloth and tossed it over the curtain to her.
"Should I be offended?"
"Why?"
"I'm not THAT tiny, am I?"
"I dunno, put it on and come out so I can see."
"Pervert."
"Cherry."
"I am NOT a cherry!"
Mamoru chuckled and handed her a (regular-sized) towel. "See, I knew it. That how I like my women-experienced."
"Hmph." She pulled the shower curtain to the side and stepped out, placing her hands on her hips. "If you must know, I was a virgin until I was seventeen." She tossed someof the wet hair that was clinging to her face, over her shoulder. "But now..." She trailed off, sauntering over to him. Bare arms came up to wrap around his neck, her body pressed up against his, their towels being the only barrier between them. "I'm often called a sex goddess." She purred, her long, smooth legs rubbing up against his. The towel was shorter than anything he had seen her wear before.
Mamoru exhaled sharply and took in the new scent that filled his nostrils-her. The feel of every curve pressing against his firm body was taking his control further and further away, leaving him thoughtless and full of desire. He blinked and caught her eye, and for a second, an electric shock ran through him, sending a shiver down his spine. She batted her eyelashes unknowingly. At first, lust seemed to fill her gaze, but Mamoru looked harder. And then he saw-or rather, he felt it. Usagi's eyes were innocent. Everything around her had marred this from her-Earth, Hell, himself...but it was still there.
"Usagi," he breathed. "How can you do this to me?"
"Do what to you?" She whispered, all sultriness leaving her voice as she began to realize how close he was standing and how much it was affecting her. For some odd reason, she wasn't able to shake him off like all the other men, her mind was filled with thoughts of Mamoru. Shivering slightly from the contact, her fingers idly teased the hair at the nape of his neck. Why was he able to make her forget everything so quickly? Why did time always seem to slow down and her heart always speed up whenever he was near?
Mamoru swallowed. "You...make me fell.." he struggled to explain the passionate fire in his veins. "Like this!" Mamoru violently pushed her up against the wall and pressed his lips against hers, bruising them with his force. Her eyes widened in surprise, then something unreadable. In the back of his mind, he worried if he was hurting her, but it was too late to stop it now. She had barely parted her lips when he delved deeper into her mouth and moaned.
She pulled him closer and returned the kiss eagerly, after having gotten over the initial shock. The kiss was odd, unlike any she had ever received before and that was definitely a good thing. Somehow it was hard and soft and tender and hungry all at the same time. Her arms moved from around his neck and her fingertips lightly traced the contours of his chest. She nearly groaned when they came in contact with his six pack.
His skin seemed to catch on fire wherever she touched, causing him to groan into her mouth. His hands wandered down the sides of her body, and he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, massaging it lightly with his fingers. Her legs wrapped around his body, and his instincts began to take over as he moved to remove the towel..
"Eh, Mamoru! I brought pizza with me! I tried knocking on your door, but you weren't answer-OH!" Motoki stopped, the pizza box falling to the floor as he saw Mamoru in a towel, making out with a girl in a towel.
'Go away!' Mamoru willed. 'Just go the fuck away!' When the annoying voice was silent, he smiled triumphantly into the kiss and continued to ravage her mouth.
"Uh...Mamoru?"
Nothing.
"Mamoru?"
Silence.
"Mam-"
"Motoki, you better have a damn good reason for this!!!" he cried as he broke away from Usagi and glared at his friend menacingly.
"Okay, dude, you have GOT to tell me how you manage to get all these hot, naked chicks to just make out with you in your own bathroom-"
"Can I kill you now?"
"First you might want to put some clothes on-"
Usagi, looking thoroughly confused, brought her hand to her lips and blushed a bright crimson. "Excuse me..." She quickly pushed her way out of the bathroom and into Mamoru's room. Searching through his drawers, she grabbed a clean t-shirt and a pair of biking shorts. The shirt and shorts were too big, but she easily remedied this by tying the shirt at her waist and rolling the short up as far as she could. Perfect. It was at that moment the yelling stopped and Motoki was shoved into the room.
"Hi!" He smiled and waved, eyes nearly popping out at the sight of her. "Name's Motoki."
"I'm Usagi." She giggled, finding his mood infectious. Her voice caressed his ears in a sensual manner and it was all he could do from grabbing hold of her. Wait. She was Mamoru's.
"So, how long have you been seeing Mamoru."
"Well, actually, we're not dati-"
Mamoru's voice reached the room, cutting her off. "Usagi, are you in there?"
She blinked. "Uh...yeah?" She said, annoyed.
"Oh...uh...are you decent?"
"Yeah...why?" She got a confused look on her face and Motoki just shrugged.
"Are you?"
"No..."
"Need me to bring you some clothes?" She asked innocently. Motoki raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, actually...that would be great."
She smiled. "Okay!" Blindly grabbing a few random articles of clothing, she dashed back into the bathroom and slammed the door. The sound of glass breaking and Usagi excited giggle filled Motoki's ears and his eyes widened.
"Here you go." She held out her arms, containing the clothes and let her eyes roam over his body once more. She did it subtly though, or so she thought.
He motioned for her to turn around. She looked puzzled and he laughed. "Well, you're welcome to watch me dress if you like..." She turned abruptly, but knocked a glass of water in the process.
"Klutz." Mamoru smiled and reached for a wastebasket. His shirt hung loose on his shoulders and was unbuttoned. Usagi couldn't control the giggle that slipped out next.
* * * * * * * *
Motoki pressed an ear to the door and his eyes widened in shock. A rustling of clothes could be heard and low sounds coming from Mamoru.
"Are you done yet?" Well, THAT had been Usagi...Wait. WHAT WAS SHE TALKING ABOUT?!
"Almost, hang on..." Mamoru's deep voice was heard through the door. And a loud groan followed his words. Motoki raised an eyebrow. This was interesting...
* * * * * * * *
The idea Motoki was getting, was actually far from the truth though, as Mamoru struggled to get on his pants. Unfortunately, he was still damp, and this caused an unpleasant sensation as he tugged them over his hips. He grunted in frustration.
"Are you done yet?" Usagi asked impatiently, back still turned away from him.
"Almost hang on..." He let out one final groan before they finally settled around his waist. He zippered and buttoned them quickly. "Yes, I'm done. It took me forever to get those pants on, because I'm still wet."
"Sure, that's why."
"What's THAT supposed to mean?!"
"You're getting fat!"
"Am not! This Hon..." He lifted up his t-shirt to reveal his perfect six pack, "Is nothing but muscle." Usagi nearly fainted.
He was sooo sexy!
* * * * * * * *
"Oh Mamoru...won't you just give it to me?"
Motoki snapped back to attention as he heard Usagi's sensual voice waft through the door. He tried the lock again, but the door refused to open.
A reluctant sigh was heard from Mamoru. "Oh, all right..."
Soon, soft moans of pleasure could be heard. "Mmm...Mamoru that feels SO good...Mmmm Gods Mamoru....harder, Mamoru, harder..."
* * * * * * * *
Though Mamoru's bed had been super comfortable, Usagi still had knots in her back from their 'parking-lot-escapades' earlier the night before. "Aren't you good at giving massages?" She asked, innocently.
"Yes, but..." he sighed when he saw her pleading look. "Oh, all right..." Sitting down on the toilet (with the lid on), he motioned for her to sit on his lap. As soon as she did, he began his ministrations.
"Mmm...Mamoru...harder...Gods Mamoru!" She threw her head back and closed her eyes as his hands worked miracles on her back. Faintly, she acknowledged exactly how good he was at using his hands and other places she might want to see them put to use, but she quickly squandered such ideas.
Unknown to her, his mind was going down the same path.
Mamoru had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. His hands reached beneath her shirt to continue the massage...her skin was so soft. The fact that she kept shifting in his lap and that her hands were gripping his knees as she groaned out in ecstasy, didn't really help either. Aware of his growing arousal, he quickly pushed her off his lap before she could notice. He received a puzzled look, to which he merely shrugged. "My hands got tired."
"You really do give the best massages, Mamoru." Usagi stood up and stressed, beaming over at him. "But I must say that I am completely starved."
"You're hungry?! I thought you had an upset stomach..."
"Oh yeah. Oh well, might as well test it right?"
"Um...yeah...sure..." He opened the door to the bathroom and then saw Motoki's eyes widen before the blonde fell at his feet.
"Uh..hi!" Motoki waved at them weakly from his spot on the floor. They just stared at him kind of funny. "CAN YOU HELP ME UP?!"
Mamoru rolled his eyes and reached out a hand to help him up.
"Say Mamoru, I was thinking..."
"No."
"But-"
"No."
"You're no fun...."
"Oh, just-"
"Umm....I'm still hungry here," Usagi interjected.
"Funny, I thought Mamoru just fed you."
"No he didn't-YOU CREEP!" She whacked him across the back of the head.
"OWWY! Hey, I already fell to the ground, now you're hitting me? What is it, abuse Motoki day?"
"Actually, that's an interesting prospect...I should talk to the mayor about that."
"Shut up, Mamoru."
Mamoru crossed his arms. "Eavesdropper."
Motoki crossed his arms. "Miser."
"Pervert."
"Cheap-ass -"
"SHUT UP!" Usagi yelled.
Mamoru and Motoki exchanged glances. "Hungry?"
"Sure am."
"Wait, do any of you know how to cook?"
"I do!" Mamoru smiled and placed his hands on his hips, laughing loudly.
"Uh uh, if I remember correctly I'M the one that owns the malt shop. I think I'm better prepared to cook."
"You own a malt shop?!!! COOL! Can you say discount?"
"Usagi, is all you ever think about food?"
"No, I enjoy sex too." She smiled with both men stopped to look at her and gulped.
Motoki jabbed Mamoru in the ribs. "You liar."
"I wasn't lying! We really didn't- oh, never mind." Mamoru shook his head and grabbed his keys and coat off of the key hook mounted into the wall.
"Hey, who said I was giving you guys free food?" Motoki demanded.
Usagi, not having heard this, bent over in search of her shoes, providing the two men with a very nice view.
"That's why," Mamoru finished.
Usagi sat up and raised her eyebrows at the two men. "What?"
"Nothing." Motoki turned to Mamoru. "Yeah, I guess I can give you breakfast for free this ONCE."
"And you called me cheap..."
"YOU ARE CHEAP!" Usagi and Motoki cried out in unison, then burst into giggles. Mamoru did not find this very funny.
"So...Mamoru..." Usagi walked up to him and wrapped one of his arms around her waist. "What was it you were 'saying' about how I make you feel?"
"Do I even WANT to hear this?"
"Probably not."
"I'll listen anyway."
"Go away, Motoki."
"Hey! I'm the one giving you free breakfast!"