A Time to Love

Chapter 8

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.

Special Note: this chapter contains hentai… so

Consider the following:

don't read this if you do not like hentai

if you don't like hentai, why are you reading fanfiction?

If I get enough email requests for it, I will write a special "clean chapter" for those of you who do not read hentai

Oh, and one more thing: this chapter goes out to "searchingformydarien"… this is what you wanted, hope you like it, so send me and email and we can chat.

Mamoru woke in a cold sweat… he'd been out for three hours, he noted as he looked at the clock on their dining room wall. Yeah, it's our dining room now.

He had a niggling feeling that he had to do something, and right then, too.

Without petals, what is a rose?

Without hesitation, Mamoru leaned down and kissed Usagi thoroughly, in an effort not only to wake her up but to also re-awaken passion in her that he felt. As his lips touched hers, her mouth opened, their tongues collided – and the colors exploded!

Mamoru held on to Usagi as her eyes opened, the room spinning for a few short minutes. Then it stopped, Mamoru let his eyes focus and he was surprised at what he saw.

He was wearing a tuxedo. But he was more surprised that he wasn't surprised. He felt strong and almost whole again. Then he looked at Usagi, reclining quietly in his arms looking up at him.

"Oh, no… what have we done?" the girl sobbed, looking first at Mamoru and then squeezing her eyes shut tight before morosely examining her own garb, "This is it… we've truly fucked this up good."

She looked down into her lap and saw a beautiful crystal lying there. Oh, no, please… I won't let anyone take Mamoru away, and you're gonna help me, now that you've decided to wake up again. I don't care about the old court. He and I will make a new court, a new era for ourselves and our world. Our past is not our future. Do you hear me, Lord Akito!

Usagi stood up and smoothed out her long, white gown, shaking out the wrinkles and brushing back her hair, which had grown to pool around her feet. She looked at Mamoru with a wry smile.

"Well, this is what you were missing. Like what you see?"

"You're a princess? I'm a prince? And I'm Tuxedo Mask? Who are you, Sailor Moon?"

"Got it in one," with that, Usagi transformed in front of Mamoru's eyes.

"So this is where you go out at night. Now, you don't have to go alone. I'll go with you," Mamoru stated matter-of-factly.

"No, you won't. I have back up, and you need to regain your strength and learn any new abilities that may have awakened. Besides, we have a new enemy and I want to know that I have you strapped to my thigh if need be. Go – train –then we'll talk about you joining in the battles. Besides, you're a good thinker, and tonight I am going to need your help. My back-up and I have a dilemma that you may be able to help with."

"Strapped to your thigh… I could get used to the idea," and with that, Mamoru de-transformed into his civilian clothes and grabbed Usagi around the waist, "Ah, me princess, a tall wench did be mentionin' a pretty flower with no petals, and I be after seein' a pretty rose such as yourself without the pretty petals yer after wearin' now. Wouls ye be so kind as to oblige a poor old boy wi'no family to comfort hi'self wi'?"

Usagi was laughing hysterically by that point, wondering where Mamoru had come up with such a strange way of speaking. She threw her arms around his neck as he scooped her up to carry her into the bedroom, manners, dishes and the world forgotten for the moment.

All the other things that had been burdening the two young lovers dropped away as they entered the bedroom. Mamoru dropped Usagi rather ungracefully on the big bed, letting his eyes roam hungrily over her still-small figure. He leaned into her, kneeling on the bed, skimming his fingers along the barely-there neckline of her diaphanous court gown. Usagi picked her head up to kiss him deeply, her tongue taking his mouth over, awakening his memories of the previous night. This all proved too much for Mamoru, whose groin began to ache in anticipation of a repeat of last night's performance or something better.

"Usagi…" Mamoru growled. Abruptly, he pulled his mouth from hers, staring at her intently for a moment, before hooking his fingers in the neckline of her gown and ripping it down the length of her body, denuding it fully for the first time.

Usagi blushed a rosy red, all over, Mamoru thought to himself. Not just to yourself, lover, Usagi thought at him. Mamoru chuckled as her watched her nipples pucker at their exposure, Usagi's breasts quivering as she reached for Mamoru's belt buckle and zipper. He leaned back out of her reach, catching her hands as they stretched toward him.

"No, no, no… Me first. Last night, you had me, but I didn't get to have you. Time for payback," Mamoru caught up both of Usagi's hands, holding them behind her head, "Keep those there for me, love. You won't be needing them any time soon."

And so he began to repay the favor, gently licking and breathing in Usagi's ears, whispering of the dirty deeds they would learn together and teach each other. He nibble-kissed his way down to her neck before leaving it bereft to lavish attention on her red mouth, playing along the seam of her lips, just barely pushing his tongue into her mouth, then pulling it back, thrusting gently back and forth, then a little rougher, then gently… he pulled his mouth back to whisper against hers, "Think about how much you like that here… I can do that other places, and what do you think that will feel like?" he breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of new love-making that was beginning to permeate the room.

Usagi began to whimper in anticipation, her hands coming behind Mamoru's head to draw him to her breast. She closed her eyes, unconsciously nibbling at the air with her teeth. "So that's what you want, my little Rabbit. Well what you want, you shall have," Mamoru said as he began to lave her breasts with his breath and tongue, finally giving her what she wanted as he carefully bit down on one distended nipple, then the other, suckling and kneading all the while.

Usagi hissed in a breath, clutching his head to her bosom, knowing what was coming next, and she was a little tense. "Ne, Usagi… I would never hurt you on purpose. Let me make it feel good, get you ready… explore your body to pleasure us both…" he calmed her down as he sunk his head lower and lower, kissing her stomach, gently ribbing it until his head was well established between her legs.

Mamoru nuzzled her furry mound, clear evidence that she was a real blonde. She was wet, and slippery, and her aroma drove him wild. As he had with her mouth, her played the seam of her pussy, every so often darting his tongue in to thrill her and make her cry in pleasure… and then he found her clit. He wiggled the little button around with his tongue, enjoying the reaction it brought … remembering her reaction when he had bitten her nipple, Mamoru bit the engorged button. She exploded, coming over his face with a hoarse cry, dragging him towards her, pulling his face to hers and licking her own juices off of his face before plunging her tongue into his mouth.

"I love the taste of me on your tongue… but if you don't put the fire between my legs out soon, we'll both burn up," and with that, Usagi thrust her hands between the two bodies, one to encircle him, stroking and pulling, the other into her own sticky entrance to keep herself ready for his invasion. She looked him in the eye as she brought two fingers to her mouth, one with her own juices, the other with his clear, sticky pre-come.

That was enough for Mamoru. He pushed her back on the bed, pushing his head into her tight opening. As soon as he encountered the slightest resistance, he covered her mouth with his and surged forward, the gasp of her first taking forever caught in a kiss.

Mamoru rode her well, as she pushed back against him, the two of them riding a wave of passion till it ended long after it began… finally, Mamoru began to speed his thrusts, and Usagi was panting as he finally slammed home, creaming her with spurts of white, hot come with a guttural growl as he draped himself half over her and half on the bed. He passed out over her, and Usagi quietly rolled him over onto his side, lovingly kissing him as she lay back down in front of him, nestling her bare bottom in his lap and pulling both the covers and his arms over them and around her. Life was good, and would only get better from here.