sabina21: oh still more drama to come. lol

kera69love: yeah that was a nice rescue and yes that position is hard in a small bathroom but it is possibleā€¦trust me I know. šŸ˜‰

smoon4409: yeah me to, I can't see them as just having one kid. Unlessā€¦unless they only have one kid cause that's all they can have. Sort of like a genetic thing where the Terrian bloodline can only have one kid in a generation type of thing. I would say Lunarian BUT if I do recall correctly Queen Nehelania was Queen Serenity's older sister. There's nothing to indicate that Endymion had siblings, or aunts or uncles for that matter, but that's just a theory. Reality is they should have had more kids.

3 reviews, nice, lets see where this next one gets us, also hope everyone enjoyed the holidays, ate plenty of food, had some sweets and enjoyed time off with family and friends. Let me know what you all think of this next one, read, enjoy and review!

Bridezilla drama or not

Drabble 406

Usagi POV

The new bridal shop I was working at was nice. I had my eye on a lovely maid of honor dress Reika was looking into ideas and stuff on. Her asking me to be the maid of honor was nice and understandable as she didn't know a lot of people here in Japan. Most of her family resided in the states for career purposes and they couldn't make the trip out here for financial reasons which I understood.

The idea of me working here was to not only give me the funds to pay for my parts of the wedding as I told her I'd pay for my own dress and hair and stuff but to also have a discount to use for the dresses and anything else we could purchase from the store. Motoki and Reika were both overjoyed at the idea and thankful I'd be able to do that for them. Though I did warn them it was part of my wedding gift to them.

I couldn't afford something over the top so this was part of my gift to them for it. They took the warning in stride and said the fact I was helping them save them yen, was more than enough of a wedding gift. Apparently, their different families weren't thrilled with the marriage as it was thought to be a flight of fancy and didn't think the two were serious so neither family was contributing much to help them.

When I asked why Reika made it clear her family wanted her to pursue her doctorate degree in full and graduate with a top level job BEFORE marriage. Reika was getting the degree still and wouldn't be finishing for another couple of years. Mokoti's family were more lenient on that part but wanted him to settle with someone less career oriented and more family oriented as they liked her but felt that she was more career.

Yet both are proving that they are more than what people think they are. I'm proud of them both for surpassing all odds and lack of financial support especially since both come from being able to afford to help their kids' families.

Hence the helpful job at a dress shop. I could easily help them save a few hundred or even more. Neither have expensive taste and they're even going to be holding it at the temple, Rei's already helping her grandpa to help update the areas that will be needing the most tending to for guests.

The girls and I were really coming together to help them. So when my next 'client' arrived for her appointment I saw my manager, the one who trained me look up with apprehension in her eyes.

"Oh boy if she's here with..." and just like that I saw an older lady, probably around 60's-ish come in with a big pearl necklace on, and just had that 'I need to be addressed first, now, and only' type of expression about them.

Mind you she was a few feet AFTER the bride whom herself looked stressed and ready for the appointment to be over with. I looked over ready to let the manager take control of the appointment as she was the manager but only saw the expression of 'hell no' hit her face before the words, "Nope." came out of her mouth and she ditched me for the back room.

The bride came up to me and if not for the training I had as a waitress working at the arcade I'd have fumbled badly. Instead I rose up and reminded myself that not only could I do this but that after I was done with them Mamoru was coming in for my lunch break. I had been working for four hours and I was due for a break. "How can I -,"

The bride cut me off, "I need to make sure everything I ordered for my wedding is still on track to come here."

I nodded and asked her, "What's the name under?"

Once she gave me the name I looked her up in our systems as we had a special order system in place. If we didn't carry it in stock, we could special order it and keep some of it on hold in the back for a few weeks. I saw that half of her items were either on their way or already here. "Here you go."

I went to print it out but she asked me, "Can I just see the screen?" The computer only turned so far though so I tried to show it to her wondering why she was seemingly being secretive about it as she began to look it over.

For a moment I thought this was a bit much especially when she seemed to be looking over every detail on the order. I understood that there was a lot of stress in weddings but still. "I just need to have a few things changed since I see that it hasn't been sent out yet."

She looked relieved as I told her, "We can make changes fine but we do need to know what will be in place of them if anything at all."

In the span of five minutes she changed ten different things that were big items on the list, including something that caught my eye and looked to her on. There were TWO wedding dresses in the order. TWO. I tried not to pry as some women did a wedding dress for the reception and another for the ceremony, but these dresses looked VERY different from each other. One appeared to be very beautiful and mermaid-like in its appearance and the other was a bit matronly in style.

Just as I was hitting the computer to send and cancel the matronly one as asked it popped up with a 'not responding message'.

"What's taking so long?" the other lady asked as I gave out the standard and courteous.

"Sorry, be with you in a moment. My computer isn't responding to the request. Gotta love computers," I joke out the ending part as the bride tried to laugh but was cut off when the lady came up to us.

"Why would the computer be unresponsive to looking up an order? And we need to add some more things to it. My son will not be getting married in some rustic-looking junkyard looking thing."

I was very confused by her wording as nearly everything in here was far from that appearance. I had the computer turned back towards me so I could make the changes so when the pearl lady grabbed the screen to turn towards her I spoke up, "Sorry but it has to be moved gently so the cables connect ā€“ "

Just like that the screen went out. I sighed and HOPED the progress was at least not lost, despite the relieved look on the bride's face I was hopeful it wasn't.

"What the hell?" the pearl lady started to hit the screen.

"Sorry it's not a touch screen and I need to get it back over here to make sure I didn't lose any progress." I go to pull the screen back from her getting it half way turned back around when the jiggling makes the screen come up again.

Right away she sees the 'not responding' and the canceled items. She glares at the bride and I wonder if somehow she's in trouble. "You're canceling my dress?! My dress?! It's bad enough you're going to wear that slutty thing to marry my son but now you're canceling MY DRESS?!"

The bride sighed, "I was making some changes to our wedding. It is for both of us."

The pearl lady looked at her with venom. "No it's not, it's a celebration for all of us, and mostly for me as I'M the mother. It's mostly a celebration for US."

I frowned as the bride I noticed snipped out, "Then why did MY mother's invite get LOST?"

I went wide eyed and lost focus of the screen. It was still 'not responding' anyways.

"I don't know, perhaps she was given a gentle warning that she wasn't to be there," the pearl lady said with contempt.

The bride that I could tell was trying to not get stressed out more said, "You ripped her invite up and threw it in the garbage."

My eyes widened as the pearl lady looked to her, "Cause I'M the ONLY mother-in-law to be there. I DON'T SHARE the spotlight with ANYONE. Get this through your head on the wedding, it's not really for you, it's for me so that society can see that I'M still relevant and in charge."

My jaw dropped.

"You are trying to make this wedding which you might as well face the fact, it is MY wedding, about you and my son. It is NOT happening. I have too much riding on this to let you THINK that you can have any more a part in it than I'm granting you."

I saw the bride come to near tears and I had had it. Gathering up my customer service strength to face off against her was easy, finding the right words to make her leave and NOT kick her out was the hard part.

"Mam..." I get her attention as she looks at me.

"As for you, that dress will be re-ordered AND make sure that it sparkles even louder than any slutted out dress she has. NOW!" she demands.

I'd have none of it. Instead I give her my biggest smile and say with a courtesy tone that makes people know they've messed up to leave the vicinity, "Mam...allow me to assure you that I will be taking care of this BRIDE'S order with the utmost respect."

She looks at me oddly for a moment.

"After all this day is about the bride and the groom...NO ONE else."

Her mouth opens but I continue on, "We here at our shop pride ourselves in making sure that the customer, the BRIDE and the GROOM are happy with THEIR choices, we cater to THEM, and no one else BUT the client."

The mother-in-law is steaming at this as I keep my smile intact.

"Listen here you little bitch I'M in CHARGE OF THIS WEDDING - "

It had become clear at this point that the mother-in-law was trying to make this about herself. I had to do my best to show this was about the bride and not on her so ignoring her words I cut her off and focused solely on the bride. "Now what would the BRIDE like?"

The bride, obviously stunned by my words and ignoring her future mother-in-law in favor of listening to HER wants and needs for HER wedding with HER future husband, seemed to help give her voice back,

"Shut up!" she snapped at the pearl lady.

Pearl lady looks like she's about to rip out the bride's throat for talking back to her. I've seen that look. It pairs well with the 'you take that back of face my wrath'. I've seen it on my own mother so I know how scary that look is at any age. "I've had it with you making this wedding all about you when it's about Brandon and I. This isn't your 'do-over' day. This isn't your 'celebrate me' day, it's about he and I and OUR love for EACH OTHER!"

I couldn't help but smile as she stood up for herself.

"And those changes are staying in place cause I like them and they are for US. The dress that you ordered is CLEARLY a bridal gown and I am the only person to be wearing WHITE at MINE and Brandon's wedding. You will wear something appropriate and NOT white unless you want to explain to everyone at the event why you're wearing WHITE to a wedding and you're NOT the bride."

Damn...even I had to admit that was a good comeback.

"People will understand..." the pearl lady tried.

"People will understand that you're acting like an entitled, selfish, inconsiderate, narcissistic, controlling...yeah they will."

The pearl lady looked ready to blow up as I added on at the end.

"Hereā€¦," I pushed a bottle of lotion with aloe vera in it towards her. "Some aloe vera cause lady you just got burned."

She turned so red in the face I was tempted to call an ambulance for her when she screamed, literally screamed and stormed out of the store. That's when I saw Mamoru who looked at me smiling. When did he get here and did he see that whole exchange? He opened the door for her as she tried to act haughty still, "Still some manners."

He replied, "I think I speak for everyone in this store when I say..."

He closed and locked the door on her shrieking face before pulling the shade down to block her face in the glass door.

"Oh thank you," the bride literally broke down and cried, shaking a bit even as the stress of the whole exchange finally hit her. It took easily ten minutes to cry it out for her as she finally got back to her feet as I had her sit down and gave her some water. Turns out she'd been dealing with the woman for over a month trying to turn it into her own event, changing things around to fit her style and undermining both her and the husband to be.

Once she was dried up from the crying I was comfortable enough to let her leave with a few more tissues in hand as she left but not before I sent Mamoru to do a check on if the pearl lady had really left. He checked and gave the okay for her to make a bee-line for her car. How the pearl lady left was a mystery that we didn't bother to ask about.

"That was a wild ride," Mamoru mentions once the store is locked again. It was lunch time after all and I had a half hour to take it and since my manager was still not around I had to lock up.

"Definitely was. How long were you waiting for me?" I asked.

"I came in right after them but sat down towards the back and got to see the show. My only regret is not getting popcorn to watch."

I smiled, "Yeah that was a bit nerve wracking." I felt jittery now, restless even.

"Let's go to the back so I can help loosen up those muscles," he suggests. I nodded as we took off to the back room, called out for my manager whom I saw left a note. "Huh... 'be back soon, went for lunch and to pick up some supplies'." I rolled my eyes. "Supplies my ass. She was avoiding that whole interaction."

She KNEW who that was and ditched me to avoid it. I felt my muscles get more tense till Mamoru placed his hands on my shoulders and began to knead them with his strong hands.

I didn't realize how bad that exchange made me till he started to massage me. I started to feel little by little more chilled out and relaxed. Little by little the stress was going away and he was digging deeper and deeper into the soreness. My shoulders finally started to relax as they even sagged a bit at the tension that was leaving. Finally I could feel myself de-stressing and the motions from him working.

I leaned back into his embrace and let out some moans assuring him that he was hitting the right spots. "That feels so good," I groaned a bit. "Harder...deeper..."

When I let out a small pleasing gasp he grunted himself and shifted. That's when I could tell that he was getting aroused by this little session. Finally feeling a lot of the tension gone and more rejuvenated I smiled and reached back to massage something of his to give back to.

He gasped and jerked into my touch, "Usa...we're in your back room at your work." He tried as I massaged him further.

"Just one more place we haven't done it yet in."

This seemed to do the trick as he pushed me forward on the coffee table I had straddled for the massage and pushed up my shirt.

"Mmm you're wearing too many clothes."

I chuckled. "So are you," I retorted. I could hear movement behind me.

I turned around to find him shoving his pants and briefs down as he flipped me over and started to unbutton my work shirt. The blouse came undone with ease as he unhooked the clasp of my bra, as it hitched together in the front. My breasts came out as he cupped them with passion and played with them fondly. I whimpered at the feeling as he pushed my skirt up and spread my legs, pushed aside my panties and felt my heated center.

Before I could utter a word, he pressed in, growled something low in his throat and pushed in deep. I felt him filling me up so full that I gasped out loud. I gripped on tightly to him with my inner muscles to the point of him slamming his hands down on the coffee table.

"Usaā€¦," he uttered as he began a slow steady rhythm of pushing and receding that made me yearn for more of his member in me.

Gone was the tense, the thoughts of the pearl lady, the only thing I could think about let alone feel was his member pressed as deeply inside of me as he was. Before I could give it much thought on the next thrust he pulled out already and flipped me back over to my stomach. Pressing my legs together I was curious till he pushed himself into me from behind and found my sweet spot yet again in this.

His body boxed me in as I was stuck in the most delightful way. He pumped in and out of me gently as I used what little motioned I had to press backwards towards him. He grunted each time as I pressed back into him. I could feel his cock throb inside of me as I felt his balls hitting my rump, the motion turning me on as an added bonus of feeling him going so deeply inside of me.

"Mamo..." I grit out. He began to increase his pace, becoming more insistent and more demanding as he gripped onto my hips and thrust in at a fast pace. Then bent at the knees he widened up his own stance just a bit and pressed himself even deeper into me. I gripped the edge of the coffee table and bucked back up against him as he groaned from the efforts.

"Usa..." he grunted as he started to jam himself into me more aggressively than before. I wanted to do more but was limited in space and positioning. Yet I couldn't stop the fact that I was in a yummy and gratifying position to begin with. Realizing he was focused on the pleasure I shimmied myself forward a bit and gained some momentum to force his upper body back as he sat up, having slipped out of me, and watched as I crawled to the end of the coffee table, and put my hands on the ground and slid my legs apart.

He took this offer with great joy as I saw each loafered foot touch the ground next to my hands and felt him slam back into me at the new angle. Now he was sitting while my ass was in the air and he was massaging it between slaps of enjoyment. Pulling me onto him as I used my legs to increase the speed as my heels dug into his backside. He grunted and slapped my rear hard.

"You like that don't you." I retorted back. "Don't act like you don't."

He gripped my ass so hard I felt like he was going to leave finger shaped bruises on them. "Oh I do..."

He gave one more good slap as he started to jam himself into me again. Both hands on each side of my hips and he was pressing and pounding away. Both of us grunting with the efforts as my breasts dangled in our combined efforts. The pace was increasing as well as our breathing as I was whimpering for more of him.

Just as I was about to beg for him to give it to me he jerked himself into me, pressing down and grinding his thrusting into my wet heat. I felt his member hitting just the right spots hard enough as he reached down and twisted my clit...I nearly screamed out my pleasure as I clamped down and felt him flood me. He growled himself as he pumped himself into me, both of us holding on the other as we came with the other.

Once the shaking was done he pulled himself from me, earning a groan before pulling me upright and into his arms. We took a few minutes to breathe and enjoyed the feeling of being with one another. "You should come around more to de-stress me for lunch." I half joke, half serious as he replies, "Hell yeah..."

Like it should be a regular occurrence. It's then that we hear the sound of keys in the door. Knowing there's no time to get him out the door before the manager comes back in, he jumps behind the stack of chairs for extra guests as I put my panties back in place and push down my skirt and get to the buttons of my blouse. I only have three buttons in place when she gets inside with her several bags and her face reads that she KNOWS something is up. That's when she smells the sex in the air as I close my eyes at her disapproving glare.

"Usagiā€¦," her tone is stern as she looks behind the chairs as Mamoru is making noise in his efforts to get dressed again, to see Mamoru zipping up his pants.

Before she can utter a word I say, "Call it even for leaving an associate alone in the store when it's two on two coverage at all times?"

I could tell she doesn't want to but reluctantly says, "Consider this your one and only get out of jail free card used."

I nod my head as she leaves to the front of the store.