Hi everyone. I'm back with another chapter of "It's never too late".
I'm sorry that it took me longer to publish this chapter. I had some difficulties writing it, and had very little time to work on it.
I hope you enjoy it.
SerenitySweety: I always love seeing a jealous Mamoru as well :D I'm really glad that you liked the previous chapter. I love to write about Usagi/Mamoru moments. It's literally one of the reasons why I write about them:D Enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think. Have a great week.
TropicalRemix: I think this chapter answers your questions about Mamoru's feelings :D 90's Mamoru was on my nerve! Honestly, I don't know why they would portray him like that! I always had difficulty believing that he actually loved Usagi! Even though I was a little kid myself, but there was just a lack of a certain feeling in the way he treated Usagi. AND IT MADE ME ABSOLUTELY MAD! Anyways, enjoy this chapter and let me know your thoughts.
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PS: This chapter has been edited by my awesome beta-reader BrownB.
Anyone who knew Hino Rei knew that she didn't take bullshit from anyone.
She always had the ability to take a sideway glance at the "intruder", whom ever that person might be, and with a slight narrowing of her violet eyes, the said person could easily be dead!
Figuratively speaking, of course.
That was just one part of her personality though. The other side of her, which was not visible to outsiders, had a direct connection with the level of relationship she had with someone.
She had some schoolmates, some of them closer than the others, but she always managed to build a certain barrier with them.
There was her grandfather, her only living relative, who could be as annoying as he was sweet sometimes. There was Kumada Yuuichirou, the new apprentice at the shrine, who was probably getting on her last nerve, but Rei had managed to keep a professional relationship with him, even though his feelings for her were based on anything but professionalism!
And then there were her "friends". The only friends that she'd ever had in her life, which was actually a little confusing, since she always stood out from her peers; well at least appearance wise, but she had never had that close of a relationship with anyone.
Initially, it was quite hard to accept the four girls in her life; especially Minako, who was the polar opposite of Rei. But gradually, she had come to appreciate and later on love each of them for who they were. Then again, she could only say that about three of them. Because with Usagi...
Well, Usagi was...Usagi. She was...special, sometimes in a very annoying way...but she was...Usagi. What more can be said about her?
So that being said, Rei had this extreme urge to protect the petite blonde, from anything and anyone that might've harmed her. Which was ironic actually because Usagi was never the one who got in a lot of trouble. Well, saved for her usual clumsiness and lack of coordination. But none of those rare characteristics put her in any immediate danger. If someone needed protection, it would probably be Makoto; that girl was like a walking bomb.
But that was a few months ago.
Now... well, now the need to protect Usagi was immense. And the thing was...how would you protect someone from herself?
Rei was not stupid. She knew something had happened between the blonde and the Chiba guy that night. She might have looked the other way when Usagi had decided to venture out of the shrine in the middle of the night, but she was awake enough to know that she had never returned back. And Rei knew the chances that her destination was home were very slim!
The idea of Usagi spending the night with the Chiba guy hadn't sat well with Rei. For one thing, the girl was dating someone else...but that wasn't the real issue. Rei wasn't going to bore herself, or Usagi, with ethics at this point. The real issue was, well, they still had no idea who Chiba Mamoru was. Like...who was that guy? He was obviously not an ordinary teenager; in a very negative way. So who was he? And what kind of shit was he into? Rei wondered all the time.
These were the thoughts that were going around the priestess's mind as she walked her way slowly towards the arcade. She hadn't seen Usagi for the past two days. She hadn't even heard from her since Friday night. She had waited patiently all weekend, but as Monday morning rolled in and still no word from the blonde, she had decided to pay her a visit. And a weird voice was telling her that the first place she had to check out was the arcade.
Her violet eyes had skimmed around the fairly busy game center when she walked in; taking note of a few teenagers playing the new Star Wars game, a young girl having a chocolate milkshake at the counter with her mother, a few teenage girls giggling and eyeing the group of boys playing the Star Wars game.
She saw Unazuki walking towards the counter and smiling at the little girl. Motoki was nowhere at sight.
"Hey Rei-chan, long time no see!" came the redhead's happy voice.
Rei turned her eyes towards Unazuki who was now facing her behind the counter. "Hi Unazuki-san, how are you?" She started to walk her way towards the counter slowly.
"It's been one weird day!" the redhead said, averting her eyes towards the door at the back. "Now, don't get all worried and all, but..." she said with a lowered voice, and before Rei's cool expression could turn into that of panic, she continued, "Usagi-chan came here earlier...and well, she collapsed." She immediately reached out her arm and gripped the younger girl's shoulder, before Rei could run out of the arcade,."She's still here," Unazuki said hurriedly. "She's at the back with Motoki." She watched wide-eyed as Rei turned on her heel, faster than lightning, and ran to the closed door of the backroom.
She didn't even hesitate to knock on the door and immediately after push it open.
"I don't know what to do..." She held her breath as he trailed hot kisses against her tiny stomach and rib cage, before taking a slow, tantalizing lick around her pert, pink little nipple. "I can show you..." came his muffled husky voice as he brushed his lips on her collar bone and neck and finally, she met his eyes.
"Do you want me to show you?" He smirked when she watched him through half lidded eyes and nodded her head with mere uncertainty.
He grabbed her tiny hand and placed it on his chest. "Let me show you then..." he almost whispered, before he guided her hand on an invisible line down his torso...his intense eyes never leaving hers.
He watched as a touch of pink hue adorned her pale cheeks, as her small fingers traced a path down his chest to his lean and muscled abdomen. He shivered slightly, as she spread her fingers a little, and he paused, for only a second, before continuing to guide her.
He watched as her eyes shifted away from him for a moment, when he guided her down his pelvis. He leaned into her more, shifting his position so his upper body was closer to hers, while giving their joint hands enough room to explore further down.
He watched as her eyes widened, her face flushed, lips a little ajar, when the pads of her fingers touched him...right where he wanted her...
He let out an audible sigh, closing his eyes for a moment...savoring her warm touch, not believing how only the mere touch of her hand, could make him feel this way.
"I..." He opened his eyes immediately upon hearing her small voice. "Oh my God..." she breathed out, as she made a move to retreat her hand. "Don't be scared," he whispered in her ear. "It won't bite." She heard him chuckle. "Baka..." She frowned and pouted. And his heart skipped a beat.
The next ten minutes was a blur...one of which that was filled with escalating heart beats...tiny whispers and moans...his deep grunts...the feel of him in the palm of her hand, warm and soft...hard and hot...
Usagi gulped hard...looking at her reflection in the tiny mirror in the manager's private restroom. Why did she have to go and remember that night again? And when Motoki was right in the next room?
She could hear Rei's whispering through the door. She had looked so scared when she had walked into the room. Usagi's heart went out to her friend...even though she had cursed her bad timing...
She had been brave for a moment...she had been brave to tell him...
But now...
Usagi gazed at herself in the mirror. Eyes unfocused, golden bangs damped...
Now, that moment was gone.
"Give me your keys," she nudged him in his side, and he flinched.
He handed her his keys, and she managed to open the door in the second attempt. They stepped inside the dark hallway and walked their way further inside; his morning aftershave was still lingering in the air.
"I'll get you water and...do you have any pain killers?" He nodded his head and gestured towards the small kitchen.
He leaned his head on the back of the sofa. His head was still throbbing and he was pretty sure that he had done some serious damage to his right hand.
"Here..." He opened his eyes and took the small pill and the thin water glass as she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.
"You look awful," Hisa said, as she sat on the small coffee table, and faced him. "Thanks..." came his raw and tight voice, a hint of sarcasm and annoyance apparent in his tone.
They sat there in silence for a moment. "They got you good this time, ne?" She pushed away her short bangs and stared at his bruised cheek.
"Fuck them," Daiki spat, as he took a longer sip of the water. "I need a drink," he said and tried to get up.
"Sit down you idiot." She pushed him down in his seat, without a care that he had taken a few good blows only an hour ago, and his whole body was probably sore. "You just had a pain killer."
"Uh, come on Mom...one drink won't kill." He smirked at the expression on her face, but immediately winced.
"Fuck you. I told you not to call me that!" She got up and walked back into the kitchen. He could hear her going through his cabinets. He got up and walked towards his room. He needed a shower, really bad.
He didn't hear her knock on the bathroom door. He was standing under the warm water; with his head bent and hands leaned against the wall in front of him.
He could still hear all the shouts and swearing from an hour ago. Those bastards hadn't even given them a time to know what was happening.
Akio had opened the door, almost absentmindedly, and Daiki had watched with wide eyes as his form had gone flying back to the room with a loud punch.
There had only been three of thembut each of them were twice the size of any of the occupants of the loftand they had taken them by surprise.
And it was obvious that the Tanaka's were sending them a more coherent message.
Those bastards hadn't even said a word, after leaving all four of them bloody and bruised and had managed to trash the loft; once again.
Daiki was still coughing hard where he was perched on the floor when Hisa and two other friends had came by after Akio's panicked call.
Mamoru hadn't said one word to Daiki; he'd only helped the other three boys to stand on their feet, took a glance around the ruined loft, had whispered a few words to Hisa and had walked out of there. He hadn't even tried to clean himself up a little. He had left with his torn shirt and disheveled hair. The purple bruise around his left eye looked really ugly; and something totally out of the ordinary for Mamoru. He'd always managed to fight back; but today...he just seemed out of it from the very beginning.
Daiki's eyes snapped open as he felt a pair of hands touching his shoulders. He turned his head to the side a little, and took a glance at Hisa's form standing behind him.
"I found some cream, I think it might help with your bruises," she said gently; her voice distant from her usual tone, as she stared at his green eyes and started a slow rub on his wet shoulders. Her clothes were clinging to her body, as drops of water splashed against her.
Daiki let out a deep sigh, as he leaned into her touch and closed his eyes once more.
Friends...a tiny smile appeared on his face.
You really can't live without them.
He grabbed another beer from the refrigerator and walked back to the living room.
He was never a heavy drinker, always cautious with the amount of alcohol he consumed. But tonight had been one hell of a night...
Those fucking bastards...
And he was beyond angry with himself. What the fuck was wrong with him? It was bad enough that he hadn't sensed that something was going to happen soon...but for them to actually show up out of nowhere and beat the crap out of them...what the fuck...
He hadn't been able to look into his friends' eyes. Feeling disgusted with himself and his lack of ability to protect his own.
He walked into the balcony and gazed into the night. The right side of his face was killing him, but he refused to take any sort of medication. He took a huge gulp of the beer.
Oh how he longed for a cigarette.
He went back inside, to a drawer in his room where he always kept a pack or two. He walked back to the balcony, with one single cigarette and lighter in hand.
He took one long, satisfying drag-when he remembered why he had stopped smoking in the first place.
And the thought of her broke something within him.
It had been three days...three fucking days since he had last seen her. He hadn't tried to contact her. He hadn't even tried to show up in front of her like he usually did.
He was mad, that's for sure. But a part of him was just... so unsure. And a bigger part of him was frightened; of what he would witness if he was to look into her eyes.
And the thought of her with him...
He flicked the small, unfinished cigarette down as he ran an irritated hand through his thick black hair.
Three days was more than enough time for her to cope, with whatever the fuck she needed to cope with.
He was done waiting.
Usagi walked slowly into her room and closed the door behind her. She leaned her back against it, as her eyes glanced up at the darkness that was surrounding her.
She sent a little guilty prayer for being alone; she was not in a state to deal with her parents' worrisome. Her dad was out of control as it was. She didn't need them to see her pale features and stressed out gaze too.
She didn't turn on the lights as she walked her way into her room; knowing each and every obstacle on her way by heart; a thrown bunny here, a pair of shorts there...
She threw herself on her fluffy bed face down, and groaned once her mouth and nose were buried in the pillow.
What the hell am I doing? she thought to herself, when did I become this horrible? She felt sick to her stomach.
How could she just sit there while Motoki worried about her health and well being? How could she just look into his face while his hand stroked her cheeks and temples and the way he smiled at her...she was a conniving little bitch, that's why she was able to do those things...that's why!
Her ears sharpened when she heard a faint sound from her window, and she lifted her head from the bed, trying to focus on the outside sound.
Nothing.
Great...and now she was imagining stuff as well!
But then another faint sound of rustling came, followed by a soft 'hump'; and she jumped from the bed. Because this time, she was sure that she was, in fact, hearing something.
Her eyes went a little wide as she clutched her wild beating heart with her right little fist. She looked towards her window. The shadow of the tree outside was playing different images around her ceiling...and it frightened her even more.
Click...
Usagi let out a little yelp, as she jumped to the other side of the room and tried to find something that would protect her against...whatever she needed protection against!
In her panicked state, she completely forgot to turn on the lights, as she reached for something on her vanity. She didn't even pay attention to what it was.
The window clicked with another tug, and Usagi was able to see a shadow...a person's shadow illuminating in her room.
The cold sweat on her face was growing...her heart was beating faster than ever...and she cursed herself for thanking God that she was all alone in the house...now...now she would be killed, in the solitude of her own home, and no one would know what happened to her.
She pushed herself towards her door, trying to flee from it all. But everything happened so fast.
One second she was taking hurried steps towards the door, the next, there was a clear sound of the window being pushed open, someone stepping inside, her loud shriek...and the next second, she was almost tackled on the floor, her mouth gripped in a firm grasp...someone's body crushing her under them...
Her eyes were bulging out of her head, her mind was whirling like a madwoman; it was blank one moment, and the next, she could see flashes of her life doing a slideshow.
This was it...she was going to die. For a moment, she thought about fighting back. She tried to push the intruder away from her trembling body, but she was held captive. She couldn't even move her pinky finger.
"Shhhh...calm down," he whispered in her ear, and in her frightened state, Usagi failed to recognize his voice right away. She tried to push him off once more.
"I said calm down...I'm not gonna hurt you." He gripped her mouth tighter and brought his lips closer to her ear.
"Odango!"
And just like that, her struggling seized. He felt her body go limp under his, her breathing, although labored, started to slow down.
He loosened his grip on her mouth, just a little, not completely retrieving his hand as he could never anticipate her reactions.
"You won't scream when I let you go, right?" he whispered again, looking down at her golden head, shoulders still tense with her previous fear.
She nodded her positive answer and he slowly let go of her, bringing his hand to the back of her neck, where he caressed her skin; feeling the cold sweat lingering on the soft flesh.
They stayed that way for a moment or two. But he could feel her slight discomfort under his larger body, and he shifted his weight to the side, giving her the opening to roll over on her back.
She stared at the ceiling, as she tried to plead with her heart to steady its frantic beating. She didn't turn to look at him. Too afraid to glance to the side and see his face, so she kept her eyes upward.
"What were you trying to do with that?" came his slow voice, as he gently removed the wooden brush away from her loose grasp.
She immediately looked down, not knowing where his question was coming from.
"Were you seriously trying to do some damage with... this?" he asked again, bringing the small white object up close, and inspecting it with a smirk on his face. "Really Odango? Is this the best you could do?" His smirk vanished when he looked at her face again, noticing that she was not paying attention to him at all. Her eyes were glued to the white brush, and while her breathing was back to normal, the slight trembling of her body was giving away all her anxiety and fear.
And it made him mad.
"Hey-" he said, reaching out to touch her cheek, "you get that it's me, right?" His frown got deeper when she jerked away from his touch and moved away a little.
What the fuck...
"You're not in shock or anything, are you?" he asked again, suddenly doubting his way of entering into her room. Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea after all. But it's not like he could just go and knock on their door, now, could he? She hadn't called or anything for the past three days. It was obvious that she was avoiding him. So he just did what he needed to do.
"Usagi?" He sat up and looked down at her again, trying to read her stare. "Yo, Usagi...hey..." he brought both hands to her shoulders and shook her a little.
But as soon as his hands touched her, she jerked away again; this time, with more urgency and force.
She pushed her body away from him, never looking at his face. She managed to push herself up, leaning against the wall beside the bedroom door while he watched her with angry eyes. His jaw was so tense he could actually hear his teeth grinding together. The bruised side of his face was painful, but he didn't pay any heed to it. His intense eyes were glued on the blonde in front of him.
She leaned her head against the wall, and closed her eyes. What was he doing here? Why did she have to be alone tonight? What if her parents came home earlier than she could usually expect them?
"Where have you been?" his voice was low and underlined with a hint of restrain. As if he was trying hard not to snap at her.
But again, she failed to notice any of that; she kept her eyes closed, knees bent as she shrugged.
"Cat got your tongue again?" he hissed, and ran an agitated hand through his hair.
She pouted her lips a little, lowering his attention to their pinkness.
He could still remember how they had felt, hot against his shoulders, his collarbone, and his mouth...
"So now what? You're not going to talk to me?" When she still didn't say anything, he moved fast.
Her breath hitched a little, when he got right in front of her, his face millimeters away from her own, as he kneeled and held her prisoner between his bent knees. His hands fisted against the wall, her petite frame held in between them.
Finally, she looked up at his rigid stare. His breathing was short, and she could feel tiny puffs of air against her forehead. Her body tensed up unconsciously; but the reaction didn't go unnoticed by him.
"What the hell is going through that head of yours?" he hissed, as he leaned forward and went to eye level with her. "Do you really think that I want to hurt you?" he asked, as he tried to read her eyes in the dark. But all he could see was an ocean of tears...and his heart twisted.
"Fuck..." he cursed, grabbing her chin almost violently, and brought her eyes to himself again. "Say something damn it! Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded, a raw feeling of need coloring his question...he really needed to know what was going on in her mind. The not knowing was eating him alive!
"Why did you run away? Huh? Is this your way of deifying yourself as an adult?" She was watching him with wide eyes, and he could see that her lower lip was trembling. But he had had enough. Her tears wouldn't make him back down anymore. He demanded to know. He was entitled to know!
"Fuck... Usagi...answer me...why did you run away that morning? Where did you need to be that badly that you just ran out?" His patience was wearing out piece by piece, and he knew he was going to snap soon.
"Answer me!" he finally yelled, as he let go of her chin and punched the wall above her head with his fist.
She jumped with the intensity of it all. His shout, the slight shake of the wall behind her, the sound of his knuckles against the hard surface.
"Stop it!" she screamed, as she covered her ears with both hands and shut her eyes tightly. "Stop it...stop it..." she chanted; each time, her voice dropping a little.
"So you do have the ability to speak." he said with obvious sarcasm. "Where the hell have you been Usagi?" He didn't lower his guard. They were still in the same position, and he wasn't going to let her go this time.
"I...I was...home..." came her small response.
"For the past three days? You were home for the whole weekend? I just fucking saw you coming home," he hissed again; the pain on his face was getting brutal...but fuck that!
"No...I was...I went to school."
"Were you with him?" his sudden question surprised them both...because even though he hadn't admitted to himself for the past three days, but the thought of her running to his arms was suffocating him.
"I...no...I mean I did see him...but-" the rest of her answer went right out of the door, as his arms went to her shoulders and he hauled her up in a standing position.
She yelped at the force, and opened her eyes to be presented with the coldest and the most hurt stare that she had ever seen.
She kept her mouth shut!
"You were with him then." His voice was low and dangerous. "So, what? You fuck me and then run back to him, is that it?" He immediately regretted his choice of words. He hadn't meant it to come out that cruel and ugly...but the thought of her doing exactly that, was killing him.
Usagi cringed at the cruelty of his words, while knowing that he had every right to be angry with her. She had just done that...she had actually fu...slept with him, and then left immediately after. Even though she hadn't run back to Motoki's arms, as he so delicately put it! She had in fact left because of her boy friend; because of the reality of her actions.
She couldn't say anything; she just kept on watching him with disbelief and fear. And then...
Was that a bruise on his face?
She tried to see his face better in the darkness. His handsome face was scrunched with anger, but she could see the purple bruise, nestled between his eye and cheekbone.
Her heart dropped.
Mamoru watched as Usagi's eyes softened, just a tiny bit, and then he felt her delicate hand touching the side of his face. His face jerked to the side, just a little. The pain was very bad...but then...there was her cold little fingers, caressing his bruise.
The heaving of his chest decreased.
"What happened?" she asked; her voice like a young mother who was worried about her infant child, while her touch was that of a lover, who had the confidence of knowing each part of his body...his very soul.
"It's nothing..." he whispered back, as he leaned into her touch. The thought of their fight abandoned, lost in the moment of touching and being touched by a...loved one? It was just the two of them. In a dark, warm room, rejoined after a night of passion; a passion that had always brought them back together. And suddenly, he was very aware of her presence, her intoxicating scent, her soft touch...and her little pink lips.
There was no holding back. He had been thinking and dreaming of having her with him for the past three days...He couldn't do this anymore.
Usagi's arms went flying around his neck when he kissed her. Her respond was just as passionate, and urgent. She opened herself to him like there was no tomorrow.
All thoughts of her betrayal went flying out, as his arms tightened around her waist and her body was smashed against his.
His tongue, hot and demanding, was playing with her own, in a dance that she couldn't live without. He pushed her up against the wall, and she immediately wrapped her slender legs around his waist.
"Oh God..." she breathed against his ear, as he brought his hungry lips to her jaw line, long silky neck, collarbone...down to her chest, before coming back up to her awaiting lips.
"How much time do we have?" he asked her, as he pulled away leaving the tiniest gap between their lips. "enough," she said, as she tried to capture his lips again. "Define enough..." he moved his head back a little, and smirked when she pouted her lips with annoyance. "They're at their monthly gathering, they won't be home till late. And my little brother is at a sleep ove-" He crushed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss.
Her mind was a jungle of nothing again; her whole body was heated, standing in attention at his nearness, from his sensual kisses...she could practically feel the heat coming off from between her thighs.
He moved her around to get to the fluffy bed. And in the darkness, he managed to trip and slip two times, and she giggled when he cursed one of her pink bunnies and her school bag.
He lowered her on the bed, never seizing his assault on her mouth. His grey pants were probably two sizes smaller now. He groaned when he was finally on top of her and their heats met.
"Is your body..." He leaned back to look into her eyes. "Are you okay?" he murmured as he narrowed his eyes and watched her in the dark. The moonlight was illuminating the right side of her face, and he could see a twinkle of desire in those baby blue eyes.
A touch of blush colored her face, and she nodded her head. He gave a small peck on her lips. "I want you so bad." He showered her neck and chest with hot, open mouth kisses. His heart jumping each time he heard her kitten like moans.
Her mind was blank again, saved for his presence. Nothing else. Her mind blocked away any other feelings that she had had for the past three days. The image of Motoki was erased from her mind almost instantly. She didn't feel any guilt or embarrassment...this felt right, she thought to herself; how could this feeling...this excitement, this need feel this right?
It was only he on her mind, nothing else.
His weight on her, his masculine scent invading her senses, the silkiness of his hair against her face, the pads of his fingers touching her, teasing her...arousing her...and his lips, oh God his lips. They were everywhere. As if he was in a mission to taste every part of her. Parts that she didn't even know existed!
And oh God...he was going to take her again, right here, on her own bed.
And she noticed, with a light pang in her heart, how much she wanted him as well.
It was somewhat similar to the first time; her clothing were removed with the same care, he had flipped her to her stomach to kiss and lick every inch of her...
He had managed to remove his own clothing as well and he was clad only in his boxers when he flipped her again and pushed open her legs.
"Why are you so quiet?" she managed to say in between moans, and she felt him chuckle deep in his throat. "What do you want me to say?" he said, before taking a tantalizingly slow lick of her inner thigh. She shuddered against the feeling and closed her eyes tightly. "I...don't, ohhh, know..." Her back arched a little, giving his hands the perfect opportunity to sneak around her waist.
"Mmm, do you want dirty talk, naughty Odango?" he whispered against her pert nipple. His tongue darting out to take a slow taste of the pink flesh, feeling it harden.
"Aaah...no, I mean..."
"You're not ready for everything Odango...you can't handle it..." He said as his hand went traveling down from her breast...she arched her back once more. "Oooh".
"Shh, not so loud...come here," he said with an amused smirk, as he entered her with one long finger, and went to eye level with her half lidded ones.
The next few minutes was foggy...it was only her; her sweet scent; the sound of her low and unimaginable sexy moans, the way her young body was wiggling under him, the way she was clenching his finger...so fucking tight...
"Fuck...oh God..." She could barely hear his curses, as a slow and beautiful climax washed over her, and she poured right into his hand.
And he came undone.
She couldn't focus on everything, when everything was happening all at once!
For a moment, she had to choose where to focus on. She started with his weight on herself; that gloriously lean and masculine body of his, covering her from head to toe. The next was his tongue, going deeper and deeper with each pull and push of his mouth against her lips. She was partly aware of his hands that were keeping her tiny ones flat on the mattress one moment, and the next, they were holding her knees up and apart.
But the whole time, regardless of where her attention was focused on, she was urgently, passionately, completely, 100% aware of him, stretching her with every thrust and push. He was so deep inside that she could have sworn she felt him right against her throbbing heart. He was molding her and shaping her to his own desires...creating a new her, that belonged only to him.
"Please..." she heard her own voice say at some point. "Please..." her never ending chant began; as she felt him shift his position and sink in a little bit more.
"Shh...it's okay, I've got you..." His voice was tight with lust and he couldn't control his movements, even if his life depended on it. He had been dreaming about this moment for the past few months...and having her once were not going to satisfy him in the least. His craving for her had doubled, no, no, tripled after claiming her for the first time only a few nights ago.
"I...can't...I, oh my God..." Usagi was no longer aware of anything else, except for him. Her mind was only able to register the immense pleasure of what he was doing to her; in the back of her mind, somewhere distant, she was able to hear him groan and hiss every once in a while...but her own voice was louder than anything else. Their breathings were sharp and loud.
Mamoru went onto his elbows, taking a hold of her head and those endless strands of gold hair in between his hands, as he focused his eyes on her face. Flushed and pink with the pleasure he was giving her.
"You're beautiful...God you're so beautiful," he said to her, unable to hold back any of the thoughts that he always had about her...letting go of all the stubbornness and selfishness he usually had...because when it came to her, nothing else mattered.
"Come on...let me take you there, I want to..." he said passionately, while leaning his forehead against hers, feeling the dampness of her hair and his own, as he tried to pick up his pace. "Take you there...come with me..." he suddenly shifted his position, as he took a hold of her fragile shoulders and hauled her up into his embrace.
Usagi yelped a little, as she felt herself being lifted from the mattress...and oh God...she didn't even know this kind of position existed.
"Mamoru..." her voice came out as a plea, as he settled her on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around her waist and midsection and he sunk in even more.
"Don't worry," he told her, giving her a sweet kiss on her parted lips. "You're going to love this," he gave a little mischievous smile before pushing her down...
And he watched with fascination and intense eyes, as she came completely undone.
He had been sitting at his small table in the middle of the tiny kitchen for the past half an hour.
He was holding his head with both hands, as his forest green eyes were focused on a small coffee stain on the table.
"I'm gonna go home..." she had said in such a broken voice. Her eyes were still drowsy and she hadn't looked up at him. He had to tilt his head and put a finger under her chin to make her look up. "Want me to walk you?" he had asked, but she had shook her head. "No, I'll...I'll see you later." And she had turned around and had walked out of the small backroom with Rei on her heels.
Motoki was a grown man, and he knew that there was just something plaguing his girl friend's mind. But he just couldn't put his finger on it.
At the back of his mind, a tiny, annoying voice was doing tricks on him; telling him that whatever that was going through Usagi's head had to do with the night of the Tanaka restaurant.
He shook his head and got up to pour himself a glass of cold water. He took a generous gulp and gazed outside of the small window above the sink.
Whatever was going through Usagi's mind, had to do with him, Motoki just knew.
Motoki was a grown man...and a very attentive one at that.
And even though he had buried his head in Usagi's hair, when he had finally spotted her in the crowd that night in front of the restaurant, he hadn't missed another person's presence nearby.
Hadn't Usagi and Minako come out of the same back alley a moment ago?
They had been lying there, side by side, on her small bed for God knows how long. She was laying on her right side, clutching the white and pink comfy duvet up to her neck, shivering every once in a while because he wouldn't stop touching her bare back.
She could feel his warm breath against the top of her head, the rise of his chest against herself, as he held her close to his body.
"Why did you run?" his voice was hoarse and tight. Usagi closed her eyes for a second. She knew talking about it was inevitable, but for some reason, she was hoping that they would just avoid talking about it. She opened her eyes again, and she looked into the darkness that was surrounding the young lovers.
Mamoru's fingers hadn't stopped their movement against her arms and lower back, and she had to take a deep breath, in order to gather her wits about herself.
"I'm with someone," she whispered. His fingers faltered in their touch, but only for a second. But she could feel how he tensed behind her as he took a deep breath.
"Then maybe you shouldn't be with him." Usagi's eyes snapped open. She turned around and came face to face with him, as he gazed at her with an obvious intensity."What do you mean?" she asked in a low voice, wriggling herself further away from him, so she could see his face better.
"You shouldn't be with him," he said again, in the same tone of voice, and for some reason, Usagi got irritated.
"I hate it when you just keep repeating yourself, when I ask you something," she hissed as a small frown latched itself on her face.
"And I hate it when you ask me the most obvious questions," he taunted, as he stared right into her eyes and a perfect black eyebrow raised with annoyance.
"What obvious question? I want to know what you-"
"You mean it's still not obvious to you that you shouldn't be with apron boy?"
"Stop calling him that. And I never-"
"I'll call him whatever the hell I want. Stop defending him-"
"I'm not defending him. And even if I-"
"For crying out...Usagi, stop talking about him, when you're literally naked in my arms!" he spat as he rose from his spot on the bed.
Usagi did the same as she clutched the fluffy duvet closer to her body. "Don't yell at me!" she spat.
"I'm not yelling at you," he grabbed the other side of the duvet and pulled, effectively taking it away from Usagi's hold and covering his lower body.
"Yes you are, and give me that..." she hissed again and pulled the blanket almost violently.
"Stop that you crazy Odango..." he pulled again.
"STOP CALLING ME THAT YOU JERK!"
"I'll call you what I want...Odango!"
Somewhere along their childish banter, Usagi had managed to push him back on the bed, as she sat on top of him, with one hand taking a fist full of his black hair and the other, twisting his left ear.
"Owww," he cried out as he tried to push her hands away, but failed at first attempt, and then settled for grabbing her waist with both hands and pulling her towards himself.
Usagi yelped when she lost her balance and went crashing down, right into Mamoru's chest. She tried to free herself from his hold, but he had both arms wrapped around her body.
And he held her there.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. The sound of their panting was the only disturbance in the quiet room.
"You should be with me," came his voice, as if the last few minutes of struggling and playful bantering hadn't happened.
And Usagi froze.
"I know I told you that I can't let you into my world before, but..."
Usagi held her breath.
A sudden light glowing through the window jolted the lovers out of their embrace.
"What was that?" Usagi asked in panic.
Mamoru's eyes were narrowed and if one could see him in the dark, they could see how sharp his ears were.
A faint sound of a car door being opened and then closed took his breath away.
"Oh no!" Usagi cried.
"Is that," Mamoru asked almost inaudibly, "your parents?"
They looked at each other with wide eyes for a second, before they untangled themselves from one another in frenzy.
The sound of the front door being opened and closed went absolutely unheard.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and its fabulous characters in any way. I wish I did. But I don't. All the delightful rights of this wonderful manga/anime and its characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.