He held her hand as he lead her around, walking around the beach, stars twinkling in their midst.

She watched his strong figure walk beside her, seeming to be deep in thought.

Suddenly he stopped walking.

He grasped her other hand and looked at her.

"Usako," he whispered, snaking his arms around her waist, "I love you."

Then he moved one of his arms to support the back of her head as he lowered his own.

Their lips met gently, and he tasted the soft smooth flavor of her mouth.

It was better than he had ever dreamed. For so long he had watched her, and wondered what this might feel like, how it would feel to have her small graceful body encircled in his arms, and her luscious pink lips pressed against his own.

He pressed her body closer to his when she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his black hair.

Lust overcame him, and he was tempted to ravage her inexperienced lips with his sudden urge. But he didn't want to frighten her away, so he kissed her gently.

He traced her lips with his tongue, and she opened her lips slightly. He slid his tongue into her mouth and was suddenly so lost in the sensation of their kiss.

Her eyes were closed as she felt Tuxedo Kamen's tongue search every inch of her mouth.

She again realized, she did not know who Tuxedo Kamen was. It was like kissing a complete stranger...except...the stranger was Tuxedo Kamen.

She figured it would do no hurt, if she just lifted the mask a little, and maybe catch a glimpse of who it was. Who could it be? And why would they not want to tell her? It couldn't be bad or anything...unless they were from the Negaverse. And if they were she shouldn't be kissing them. But the kiss was so wonderful...

Before they broke apart for air, she lifted her hands from his neck. He was so lost in their kiss, and in the taste of her mouth, he continued to kiss her with an undying passion, not noticing that she had plans.

She opened her eyes and lifted the mask away from his face.

She broke away from their kiss in surprise.

"Mamoru?" She asked in barely a whisper.

Tuxedo Kamen, or Mamoru, was still so engrossed with their kiss, that even after she had whispered his name, it took a few moments for him to notice that she was holding his mask in her hands, and that his identity had been revealed.

He brought his hands to his face, covering all his features with his gloved hands. He was panicking. Now she knew who he was.

She would hate Tuxedo Kamen as much as she hated Mamoru. And hate Mamoru more. So much more...for tricking her...and she would probably think it was a joke...that none of this was true. But it was so true...

Now she knew his secret. And nothing would be the same again...

"Mamoru?" she whispered again.

In shame and sadness, he leapt into the darkness, where he vanished. But as he escaped, he could not escape her lingering voice, which continued to whisper his name in confusion.