When Destiny Calls
By Lady Imp
Chapter 3: So Close
Urgent kisses trailed over pale, heated skin.
"Tonight?" she asks.
"Yes, please, tonight." he urges through kisses planted on her soft skin.
"But what of our heritage?" she asks, slowly losing control against her insides. She wants it, she knows it, but at the cost of what? It's so hard to think.
"What of it? I've never needed something so badly. Don't stop us." he growls against her ear. Her hand reaches up to glide through his silky black tresses, earning a moan of pleasure from him.
She can no longer think.
"Tonight" she agrees.
She pulls him through her balcony door. Her silky, silver mane gliding behind her. So long she has been denying herself him. Not anymore. Tonight.
He gently pushes her back on the bed, falling along with her. The kisses are becoming more incessant. His hand finds its way to the bottom of her skirts has he slowly slides up her leg, so painfully slow. Love takes its time, and so would he. If it would be their last night together, it will be etched in his memory as well as hers.
But this was only the beginning. It would not end, neither would let it. Not before a whole kingdom fell into darkness…
His hand found its goal. She moans as electricity flows through her body. Such skilled hands. Sliding her panties to the side he touches her gently on her soft nub.
A gasp. Her hands clutch to his shirt. "More…" she whimpers. She's never felt this before. A man's touch.
"Anything you want of me, love." he says, rewarding her with another rub of his thumb against her. Gasp.
"Take off your shirt, and let me see you." she whimpers.
"Would you like the honor to do so?" he says in between laying hot, wet kisses along her breast.
Oh gods, she's burning with desire. She tentatively raises her hands to push him away to access his shirt.
One button. He kisses her hands.
Two buttons. He rubs his hand against her sensitivity. Gasp.
Three buttons. Slow, sweet torment.
Rip. Buttons are scattered at the hands of desire.
The broad expanse of his chest right before her eyes. "Beautiful creature." she murmurs, briefly in awe.
"Not as beautiful as you." he whispers removing the remains of his shirt. He removes his hand from her skirts to her dismay. "Let me see you…" he whispers huskily.
"Your honors." she whispers back. Sliding slowly from beneath him and turning her back towards him.
"I gladly except." he whispers against her ear, licking up her neck and placing a kiss below her lobe. Shiver.
He begins to unzip her now confining garment. Sliding it down to her waist. Before she can turn around he undoes one of her buns. It falls like refreshing water over a cliffs edge. So beautiful.
She turns her head to look at him through hooded lashes and reaches to undo the other. Another rush of water falling. She turns to him.
"Nothing can compare to you." he whispers to her. He takes her lips. So much he wants to do to her. Where to start? He breaks the kiss and pulls the dress down the length of her legs and tosses it to the floor. She watches him lying back, waiting for more approval.
He slides his hands back up her smooth, creamy legs. Moan. She becomes bold reaching out for his pants with untrained talent to remove them. 'All mine.' she thinks as she looks at what their need has done to his body.
She touches it. Gasp.
She strokes it lightly. Moan.
"Come to me." she huskily beckons. He is more than happy to oblige.
He takes his time kissing her up the length of her body, stopping once to lick her where it feels good. Gasp. 'So sweet.' he thinks, continuing upwards towards her lips. Their eyes meet.
"Now?" she asks, anticipation driving her senses into overtime.
"Now." he responds placing himself at her entrance. A barrier will be broken in one thrust.
Push. Pain. A loud cry. Silence. He covered her mouth with his own to absorb the sounds of her pain. He didn't want to hurt her. A falling tear.
"Shh…my love. We must not alert anyone." he whispers in her ear. "If I could take your pain away I would." Longing.
"I can adjust. Please don't stop because of me." she breathes into his mouth. He looks in her pale, blue eyes. Determination.
Slowly out, the length of his erection pulling out from her tight vaginal walls, stopping right before exiting. Moan. His eyes flutter close as he pushes back into her just as slowly. Cry. Stop. Her eyes determined.
She lifts herself to bring him in as far as she can. Gasp. Moan. Pleasure. Slowly in, slowly out. Slowly in…, slowly out… Whimpers.
"Please tell me to stop now before I can't." he begs her.
"I can bare." she looks at him through unshed tears.
"The pain-" he begins.
"Won't last" she finishes.
In…, out… In…, out… The tinder of their love was now becoming a fire. In…, out… In…, out… She gasps in pleasure. She lifts her hips more determined to see this through to the end. To feel where this fire will go.
In…, out… In…, out… Moans. Grasping. Kissing. Spoken love. Actions of love. In…, out… In…-
"Oh gods." she cries gripping to him a little tighter. Moan.
"Mmmm, a little more. Can you feel it?" he pants into her ears.
She shakes her head yes. A little more. In…, out… In…-
"Endymion!" she calls out. Hot, white passion.
"Serenity!" he calls back. Moans of release.
"Oh gods." Usagi cries in her sleep, stirring Naru from her rest. "Endymion!" she shouts out, startling Naru. She begins grabbing herself much to Naru's embarrassment.
"Usagi?!" she yells to wake her friend moaning in pleasure right before her eyes. Such guttural moans. "USAGI!!!"
"Huh?" Usagi wakens startled to find Naru starring wide-eyed at her. She looks at herself. 'Oh my God, I just masturbated, in my sleep, in front of my friend!'
"Hey man!" calls Motoki walking up to Mamoru. "What happened to you last night? You just kind of tore out of the party." he asks placing a cup of coffee before his grateful friend.
"I wasn't feeling to well. Must have been something I drank." he responds unable to meet his friends eyes. The blood on his clothes returning to his memory.
"Well I hope your feeling better. I was a little worried about you for a second." he says taking a small break from his duties to sit in front of Mamoru.
"Sorry about that." Mamoru says finally meeting his eyes. 'Be glad you didn't follow. God knows what would have happened.'
"So anyway after you left, the party got real crazy. A chick kind of went a little crazy from a bit too much drinking and started to suck just a little too hard on my neck." he laughs at the memory. "Check this out." he points to his neck. "She was hot, but before I could get her number, she just ran away. Minako, I think was the name."
Mamoru emits a low whistle. "Man she got you there. I don't think that will be leaving anytime soon." he says studying the mark on his neck. It was bruised with visible bite marks.
"Yeah I know. I hope the scratches she left too will heal up. You should see them. Her nails just dug in through my clothes. If I was going to have battle scars, she could have at least given me the chance to go all the way." he chuckles in amusement to himself. He looks at Mamoru to find he no longer has his attention.
Turning to see where his gaze leads he finds a blonde with incredibly long hair pulled up in an unusual style. Walking in next to her was a short, red head. They took a seat in a booth as the blonde put her hand in her heads.
"So beautiful" he heard Mamoru whisper.
"Yeah, she's hot alright. Listen, I have to get back to work. Call me if you need anything." Motoki says standing to get back to work.
"Yeah, later." Mamoru murmurs, staring intently at the blonde.
"Oh God, Naru. I am so embarrassed." Usagi says to her friend. "You won't tell anyone will you?" she asks placing her head in her hand.
"Of course not Usagi. What the hell were you dreaming about anyway?" she asks hoping to finally get it out of her. After waking her up, Usagi ran to the shower, emerging to suggest breakfast.
"This gorgeous man, named En… Oh I can't remember his name. He… We… Do we have to talk about this?" she asks face flushed.
"No we don't." Naru responds unwilling to push the subject. 'Endymion was the name she called. What is going on here?'
"Hello ladies. What can I get for you today?" asks the cheerful sandy blonde man before them. Naru jumped a little then giggled.
"Well I was thinking I would have…" Naru started.
However, Usagi never quite reached the man in front of her. No, there were eyes boring intently into hers. Startling blue eyes. 'How handsome.' she thinks to herself. She allows herself to smile at him in return earning a mysterious smirk from him. As their souls conversed with one another through their eyes, Usagi was lost to her surroundings.
"Is she always like this?" she hears from far away.
"Not really…" Naru answers a little peeved. "Usagi" she says as she kicks her friend from underneath the table.
"Huh? What?" stumbles Usagi as she returns to reality. "Oh ah, I'll have a chocolate shake please." she says dismissively looking to find those eyes again.
"Usagi!" Naru shouts to gain her attention.
"Yeah?" Usagi asks a bit annoyed looking at her friend.
"Nothing." Naru sighs.
"If I didn't know any better I would say she was staring over at my friend over there. The names Motoki." the attendant announce himself.
"You know him?" Usagi asks, suddenly interested.
"Yeah, he's one of my best buds." Motoki answers puffing out his chest as if he were proud. "Hey Mamoru, step over here and meet the ladies."
Mamoru catches Usagi's gaze once more as he rises to go to their table. He extends his hand to hers. She grabs it as he lifts it up to his lips and kisses it, earning a gasp from her pink lips. Electricity.
"Mamoru." he says. Déjà vu?
"Usagi" she says back. Déjà vu.
"Have we met before, Usagi." letting her name roll off his lips.
"I don't believe we have…" she says trying to remember him. Somewhere inside she knows she knows him. However, his presence was making it hard for her to think.
"Well I hope to be seeing a lot of you U-sa-gi." he says kissing her hand again and finally releasing it. "See you around." He turns to leave the café. "Later Motoki." he adds as an after thought.
"Yeah…" she breathes to his back.
"Sestina!" Michuru cried out for an answer.
'Yes?' came Sestinas reply.
'I saw another one. She transformed last night just as I was about to.' she tells her eagerly.
'Do you know of her?' Sestina asks in interest.
'I do not…' Michuru tells her.
'She will be revealed soon enough.' she says.
'Yes I guess so…' she responded a little disappointed.
'On a more important matter, the stars have shifted… It seems our prince and princess has met.' Sestina eagerly tells Michuru.
'Any idea of who they are yet?' Michuru asks.
'None, but it won't be long now. Their meeting each other here has just set our destiny in motion.' Sestina replies before fading away.
"Only a matter of time." Michuru murmurs to herself. Looking out her window, a patch of blonde catches her eyes. 'It's her!' She dashes out of her door, to follow.
"Excuse me, Miss?!" she calls out. The lady turns to face her. "Hi, we haven't met, um, I usually don't do this but, do you want to go and have some morning coffee or something?"
The other woman eyed her strangely before smiling warmly and extending her hand. "The name's Haruka."
Oh my, I haven't updated this story in forever. I suddenly had some inspiration to write a little more on it. And for the fans of My Boyfriend's Friend, I promise to have the last chapter and epilogue up before the end of the month! Also please review! Lady Imp.