Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon in any way, shape, or form. The show and the characters are the property of Naoko Takeuchi.

Chapter 4

For the rest of the afternoon, Mina and Andrew avoided speaking to each other and looking at each other. The rest of the gang assumed it was due to the volleyball game. They failed to notice the blushes in both of their cheeks.

As it became dark, they began to pack up and head home.

Tugging on her shorts, Raye sighed, "This was a great day. I'm so glad you dragged me away from the office, Lita."

Chad chuckled, "You pulled a miracle. I practically sleep in that office with her, because she won't come home. I keep telling her to make the storage room our bedroom but she won't listen."

Raye glared, "And what would Molly think of that?"

At the mention of Molly, Mina let out a quiet gasp and looked up at Andrew. She had forgotten he was involved with her. Remorse began to sweep through her. Though she and Molly were never close, they liked and respected one another enough. Molly was kind and sweet. She had worked as Raye and Chad's secretary since they had opened up their legal firm and managed to handle Raye's fierce temper with ease.

Andrew looked down at her. He had noticed Mina's reaction to Molly's name.

Snagging Raye around her waist, and pulling her close, Chad mischievously whispered in her ear, "She'll be jealous and wonder why she can't have as much fun in the storage room as her boss."

Raye blushed but smiled. It was an interesting idea.

Serena rubbed her stomach. "The day was perfect. No one can make sandwiches quite like you, Lita"

Laughing, Ami took hold of Serena's hand. "I think you're basing that solely on what you've found in the picnic baskets."

As everyone piled in their cars but Andrew and Mina, everyone began shouting instructions at them.

"Get home safe!"

"Don't get run over!"

"Use crosswalks!"

"No strangers!"

"Use condoms!"

"Lita!"

Laughing, they all pulled out of the parking lot and drove away, as Andrew and Mina silently walked home.

For several minutes they said nothing but walked as the warm night settled around them.

Inhaling, Andrew cleared his throat and stopped her underneath a street light. "Mina I…well I just want to say—"

She held up her hand to stop him. "Andrew, there's no need to say anything. We made a mistake. It was wrong of us."

His eyes searched hers, but she refused to look at him. "A mistake?"

She looked past him. "Yes. We got caught up in the moment, and let it get out of hand."

Frowning, he began walking. She slowly followed.

He reached out and stopped her several feet later.

"What did we do wrong?" he demanded.

She stared up at him. She felt the warm pressure of his hand on her shoulder. "What did we do wrong?" she echoed.

"Yeah, you said it was a mistake."

"I don't think it was right." she shrugged his hand off and began walking faster.

Growling with frustration, he went after her and spun her around.

"Look! If you're not gonna say it, then I will! I liked it...it…" he stopped shocked at what he was saying.

She clenched her fists. Her impatience with him flared. "You don't even know what you're saying! You may have liked it but I know better than to act on just physical attraction."

She began walking.

Softy, she heard behind her, "Was that all it was to you?"

She turned around and saw his soft blue eyes staring intently into hers.

Mina opened her mouth to say something. Nothing. She could say absolutely nothing. It felt as though something was holding her back from denying what he wanted to hear.

She closed her mouth and looked at him and then firmly said, "I'm going home Andrew. Good night."

She began walking. She could hear his angry footsteps behind her. Without looking over her shoulder she said, "Andrew, please I—"

She felt herself spin around as her mouth was devoured. She wanted to resist. Needed to resist.

Andrew kissed her hard, bruising her mouth. He pulled her close, molding her body perfectly to his. He heard her soft moan and felt himself harden. His tongue met hers angrily.

He pulled back as they both panted angrily at each other.

"This is wrong," she stated.

She stared at him for several seconds and then roughly pulled his face down to hers.

Her hand brushed at his waistband, as the other gripped his shirt. She could feel his need for her against her leg. She reached out and softy massaged his hardness through his shorts.

He broke away from her lips. "Oh, fuck!" he yelped.

Trying to calm down, he moved her hand away and placed his forehead onto hers. They were deaf only to the ringing in their ears and their heavy breathing.

He cupped her cheek. "Mina, we can go. My apartment isn't too far. Yours is closer. But—," gruffly he panted out, "I just want you right now."

She smiled bitterly. "Andrew I know…I want you too. But I need time to think." She kissed his mouth and placed her hand over his.

He straightened. "Is this about Molly?"

Dropping her hand from his, she replied, "Yes. That and so many other things. I'm still involved with Jeffrey."

She could feel the moment break. He stepped away from her.

"I'll walk you home."

She nodded.

When they reached her door, he held her face in his hands, brushed his fingers against her warm lips, and then gave her a thorough kiss.

He whispered into her ear, "Think of me tonight, Mina. I'll be thinking of you." With one last kiss, he walked away.