A Time to Love
Chapter 5
By the way, and contrary to 'popular belief', I don't own Sailor Moon. Damn.
Oh, well, thank you Naoko Takeuchi, for unwittingly allowing me and everyone else to use your people in stories. Tchau.
"Usagi, you have to get out of the car now. It is okay, really… it is just my apartment. You've been here before – hell, ya slept here last night! What are you worried about? It's not like I'm gonna jump you as soon as we get up there. I promise… you get to set the pace, if you want," Mamoru had a pleading tone to his voice. He and Usagi had arrived back at his apartment complex over 45 minutes ago, and all Usagi had done was stare silently at the large grey building. "What is wrong with you? You looked so happy when you found out that you were coming with me? Are you angry with me? Please, let me help you…" He leaned over, into Usagi's seat and put his arms around her, settling his head into her lap, nuzzling her stomach, "Come on, Usagi, I'm tired and I wanted to make you dinner to celebrate our first night here… well the first planned one, anyway."
Usagi absently stroked Mamoru's hair, beginning to hum softly to herself, a strangly haunting and melancholy melody. "Oh, Mamo-chan, I'm not worried about you and me and that… I just miss my parents. My old parents, before all the stuff started and they changed. I am happy to be here with you, but I feel like I didn't get to be the little girl enough – I had so much on my plate. Don't ask. It's just one of those things that you have to remember on your own, if you are to remember at all. And what exactly did you have planned for this afternoon anyways? What is so important that we go up to your place now?"
"I want to get you settled into our place, Usagi. You live there now, too. I want to get your stuff arranged, then we need to get some groceries… if you recall, we came straight here instead of stopping for food. Then we can come back here and fix some dinner and get to my plans, okay?" Mamoru explained to Usagi, sitting up and unbuckling his seatbelt while he reached for the door handle, "Out we go. Give me your heaviest stuff first, then bring up what you can carry… hopefully, this will only take one trip. Later on, we'll pick your other stuff up."
Twenty minutes later, Mamoru and Usagi lay on the floor, panting from exertion.
"Heh, you're damn sexy all sweaty like that… I should get you like this more often," Usagi giggled as Mamoru rolled over onto her, "Unfortunately, I'm getting really hungry. We need to go to the grocery store – and soon!"
"Aaah… little rabbit, I should just eat you! I need nourishment to get up and brave the grocery store with you. Let's see, what shall I have?" Mamoru slipped one hand under Usagi's uniform shirt, the other slung low around her waist as he flipped onto his back and rolled her onto his chest. He brought her face close to his, his hand skimming her stomach, but letting her decide if and when to close the gap between their mouths.
"Mamoru…" Usagi's voice trailed off as she pressed her mouth into his, bringing her hand to his hair, stroking its black silkiness. Her mouth was the first to open, her tongue playing along the seam of his lips, plying them to open as he groaned softly, skittering back as he pushed his own tongue into the game. All of a sudden, it wasn't enough – Usagi took her other hand from where it had been resting on Mamoru's side and slipped it along his thigh.
Mamoru grunted and flipped her over onto her back, covering her body with his, and deepening the kiss even more, with both hands under her sailor-collared uniform skirt, moving her bra from over her breasts to play with her rosy, pebbled nipples. A small girl, she was a dream… her breasts, once freed from their too tight prison, were at least a DD-cup.
"Oh, god… Usagi, they are too perfect…" Mamoru whispered in a husky voice that could barely be heard as his mouth moved of its own accord to one perfect pear to the other, kissing, licking, suckling… and finally biting oh-so-gently, so that Usagi cried out in pleasure.
Usagi floated back to earth in Mamoru's arms, her eyes taking time to focus, "Wow… I never knew breasts could be so sensitive… and I'm pre-med," Mamoru told Usagi lightly, smiling into her hazy eyes.
"Me, too… can we go to the grocery store now?"
"Okay, so what do you want for dinner tonight? We'll come back tomorrow for stuff for lunches and dinners over the next week, and I'll make sure to leave some money at home in case you need to go to the convenience store next to the apartment for anything. I just want to ask you not to go anywhere much farther away than that until after you and I chat about how you should get around my area and how you can protect yourself, okay?" Mamoru turned to Usagi as he rolled to a stop at the light to turn into the Juuban Food-i-mart.
"Okay, I'll agree to that, but why the parental thing? I would think that after that little scene, you'd want to make sure I don't get a Daddy-complex with you," Usagi rubbed her hurting stomach. Damn, I am really hungry. And I can't say anything about need ing to get out of here – Sailor Moon's gotta patrol tonight and try to get at least some of her team back on her side. Well, maybe just Jupiter.
Mamoru pulled into the parking lot smoothly, cutting the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. "I am not trying to parent you, but if I plan on marrying you, don't you think it might be in my best interest to keep you safe? Not to mention the fact that if you are injured, the authorities could make you go back to your parents – and I don't think either of us wants that, huh?"
"Oh, I understand… you want me safe because I'm your new toy. Want to try out my other buttons and switches later?"
Immediately, images of a naked Usagi and an Usagi in black lace with velvet ribbons came unbidden to Mamoru's mind. His arousal was painfully obvious.
"You are such a perv. Did you forget to cloak your thoughts?" Usagi punched him in the arm lightly, "With you broadcasting like that, I don't need to look at your other brain to figure you out."
"Get out of the car and head into the store, now, Usako!"
Mamoru and Usagi didn't take too long in the grocery store, just long enough to pick up some eggs, milk, butter, and a few other essentials, plus some good beef to celebrate.
"Are you sure this is okay? I can get a job to help out, too. I don't want to burden you at all – well anymore than living with you," Usagi blurted out as she looked at the total as the girl rang the food up.
"Look," Mamoru said as he pulled the crisp bills out of his wallet, "you are not a burden to me. I told you, I have plenty of money for both of us, and once I'm through with my schooling, there will be even more. We won't ever be paupers, but for right now, we won't be high society, either, okay? We will go out some, we'll study a lot, and don't worry about money. Thank you," Mamoru paused to pay the cashier.
Usagi took the opportunity to say more. "Well, what about clothes, shoes, other incidentals – my doctor and my dentist! I won't have insurance or –"
"Usagi," Mamoru cut her off as they turned to leave the store, "if you want, Andrew needs some help at the arcade right after school for a while, and when he needs to do his own studying. I'm sure that he'd be willing to pay you to fill in during those times… besides that, you are probably the only other person who knows that place like he does. As for insurance, I can take care of that. I know a lot of doctors and dentists from my parents' old contacts, and I will have my lawyer find a way to put you on my insurance," Mamoru broke off as the pair reached the little sports car. Mamoru opened the car up in the dusk, popping the tiny trunk to fit the two food bags in, "I think that it would be good for you to work with Andrew to get your pocket money and some to save for 'just-in-case'. Leave the rest to me," he slammed the trunk as Usagi climbed into the passenger side door and shut it. Mamoru slipped behind the wheel and turned the engine to head home.
"Thank you, Mamo-chan."
"Anything for you, Usako."
Usagi opened the apartment door for Mamoru to bring the groceries in. "So whatcha making for dinner?" she asked innocently, "I am so hungry I could eat a horse!"
"I've noticed. I'll put the steaks in the broiler and peel potatoes while you get out your books for studying after dinner," Mamoru said over his shoulder as he headed towards the kitchen.
"Study! But its Saturday – tomorrow's Sunday, so I don't have anything to study for!" Usagi pouted at his back, sticking her tongue out at him.
"As cute as you are when you pout, and as inviting as that tongue is, you still won't get any special study lessons until you review for your tests coming up and brush up on your worst subjects. Now, I'm busy, so get to it. Besides, if your grades don't improve, your school will come after the two of us," Mamoru said with an tone of finality.
"Goddammit," Usagi cursed loudly, finding her schoolbag and getting her math, English, history, Japanese, and assorted other books out.
"You have tests in all your classes this week!" Mamoru looked incredulously as she kept pulling books out.
"No tests. You said to brush up on my worst subjects. Unfortunately, my best subject doesn't have a book."
"And that subject would be?"
"Gym."
"Damn. Dinner will be in an hour and a half. I've got studying to do, too, then we'll eat, have dessert, and… well, maybe I'll just surprise you."
Two hours later, Usagi was happily stuffed with steak, potatoes, carrots, corn, and apple pie. As she helped Mamoru clean up, she studied him. He washed, she dried, and they settled into a companionable silence. She started to hum, and he joined in, that strange melody from earlier.
"Princess?" his eyes were distant for a moment, then he shook his head and turned back to the sink and the dirty dishes left in it.
That was all Usagi needed. He was starting to remember on his own. Now she could find a way to get her team back – after his surprise.
Usagi dried the last plate and pan, put them in his cupboard, and turned to see Mamoru stretched out on the couch. "So what's my surprise? Do I get it now, or do I have to wait till you're not so tired?"
"Ungrateful wretch. Come over here and sit on my lap," Mamoru growled at her, raising himself up on one elbow.
"Ooh, like earlier? Are you sure you can handle it?" Usagi teased cheekily.
"Christ – are you on the pill or something? That could make things easier. More spontaneous, wilder, hotter. Nothing but skin on skin…" Mamoru could barely contain himself at that point as she settled herself on top of him, wriggling to set herself right.
"So, what's my surprise?" Usagi asked, eyes wide and innocent-like, as she began to stretch out on top of Mamoru and his second… awareness.
"I'm going to be tutoring you in your math, Japanese, and English classes. Those were always some of my best courses, but for your other classes, I'm gonna get Motoki to help you out with your other classes. We'll get you through high school and I promise that after you graduate, we'll get married and if you want, we'll find a good college for you," Mamoru had propped himself up and was watching her intently for any sign of a reaction.
"And if I don't want to go to college and do all that other stuff? Then what? Do you have a plan for that, too?" Usagi's words were angry, but her voice held little heat as Mamoru's arms moved to encircle her waist and pulled her in close to his chest.
"Would you be happy to just be my wife? We'll have enough money, between my job and the money left after my parents died, so you won't have to work – I just want to know that you'll be happy doing something you like to do. Could you be happy just being a housewife?" Mamoru asked Usagi, his voice concerned and loving.
Oh, if only you knew that I could never just be a housewife, or just be any normal person…
"And why can't you do that?"