AN: Wow, I was so thrilled that I received so many reviews! That definately made the update period much shorter. This fanfic is really going to be good, in my opinion. I love the way its come so far... so thanks again for all the reviews. Keep 'em coming. Enjoy. Oh yeah, and this chapter involves a HEATED scene...not that mature but you have been warned.

With that she huffed off, walking in a complete rage. He was lucky that all she did was stomp on his foot. She could have hit him somewhere else where it sure would have hurt a heck of a lot more. Her whole body shook with rage. How dare he kiss her?!? She stopped once she was about halfway back to the alley. She had to calm down before she saw Mamoru. She would tell him, but she wanted to have that romantic dinner first, and then she would tell him and let his anger unfold.

Sailor Moon quickly ran into the alleyway, forcing a smile on her face. She smiled at Mamoru, who had already de-transformed from Tuxedo Kamen, and then de-transformed herself. Mamoru smiled back as he walked over to her and took her hand in his. He kissed it lightly and then let it swing between them.

"Everything alright?" he asked softly. "You took awhile."

Usagi forced a nod. "Of course, sorry I kept you waiting."

"It's okay, as long as you're okay."

Usagi nodded again even though things weren't okay. "Let's just go to the restaurant," she suggested, staring up into those midnight blue eyes she'd fallen in love with. Mamoru was the only man she ever wanted to kiss; yet somehow she felt guilty for having Motoki kiss her, even though she hadn't wanted it.

Mamoru nodded and then looked down at his casual clothes. "I need to change. Want me to drop you off at your home before I go to mine?"

Usagi shook her head. "It's okay. I can use the Luna Pen when we get to yours, no point in driving in the other direction only to come all the back."

Mamoru nodded as he walked towards his motorcycle. "My car is at home," he said as he helped Usagi on. Usagi didn't comment. She loved riding on his motorcycle. As Mamoru started the bike, and they picked up speed, Usagi held on tight to his waist. She loved being so close to him, loved feeling the warmth that radiated from him. She loved the feeling of the wind blowing through her long hair. It was still an amazement to her that her hair didn't get caught somewhere on the bike as it blew around, or that it didn't blow forwards and hit Mamoru. She smiled against his back. This is where she wanted to be, not with Motoki, so she really wasn't to blame right?

They reached the apartment's parking lot, and he cut the engine. Swinging off the motorcycle, he reached for her, placing his hands on her waist. Picking her up with ease, he lowered her unto the floor. He smiled, holding her close to him. She smiled back, she couldn't help it. She loved this man so much. He grabbed her hand and they hurried into his apartment.

Usagi sat down on his bed as she waited for him to get ready. He had been chivalrous in giving her the room to change in even though she didn't actually need much space to transform. She held the pen in her hand, whispered her short chant, and soon sat there in a beautiful evening gown. Her heart wasn't really in it however. Too much was on her mind. How could she tell Mamoru the truth? He'd be so upset.

There was a knock on the door. "Usako, you decent?" he asked lovingly.

Usagi smiled. "Yes. Come in."

He entered the small room and all thoughts of Motoki's unexpected kiss left her mind. Her heart began to race uncontrollably. He looked amazing in his tux. It was different from his usual tuxedo; it was much sexier on him, especially with the top few buttons of his shirt open. She stood and walked over to him. Her hand reached out and grabbed his neck, pulling it harshly down to her lips. His surprise quickly turned into unquenched passion as his hands ran down her sides to her hips. His kisses deepened as they back stepped to the edge of the bed. He lowered her unto his bed, his body hovering over hers. Her hands shoved off his coat. Her fingers went straight to his shirt and unbuttoned it, her soft fingers making his body burn. He grabbed her in his arms and rolled onto the bed so that she lay on top of his chest. His fingers roamed down her spine until they reached her low zipper. His fingers slowly rose to her shoulder, and were just about to lower her dress when she pulled away, rolling off him. His eyes opened and searched hers. She averted her gaze. Their breathing was ragged, so neither said anything. His fingers reached over and touched her chin, gently pulling her face to meet his.

"Baby what's wrong?" he asked softly. He didn't understand, she had initiated this, and had not even tried to stop him before now. She didn't answer so he tried again.

"I don't understand, please talk to me."

Her innocent eyes found his, tears had appeared there. She stared at him, not saying anything, and he mistook her tears as a sign that he'd done something wrong. He gently pulled her into his bare chest trying to comfort her.

"Usako, I'm sorry. I thought this was what you wanted," he said as he kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair.

She pulled away. "It is," she whispered softly.

Mamoru looked deep into her eyes. She wasn't scared, that clearly wasn't it. "Then what's wrong?" he asked gently brushing away her tears.

She shook her head; she couldn't work up the courage to say it now. Her body began to shake. She fell back unto the bed. Mamoru turned on to his side and stared at her, his hand moving her hair out of her face.

He didn't know what to say. Ever since they had beaten Galaxia a few weeks back, their relationship had evolved into a much more mature one. He had thought for sure that she was ready, and she had even said that she had been two minutes ago, but then why had she stopped? He mentally hit himself. It was their first time, her first time, she probably just wanted things to be more special than some hormonal drive. He reached over and kissed her forehead before snuggling close to her.

"I'm sorry, Baby, I understand. You just want things to be special right?" he murmured into her bare shoulder.

Her eyes met his. No, that wasn't it, but if she didn't agree with him, he would question her until she gave in. She nodded. He smiled and happily pulled her back on top of him. She blushed, snuggling her face into his warm chest.

"I promise. It will be special."

Usagi nodded, turning her face to the side. She couldn't tell him, it would change things and she didn't want that to happen. She hated lying to him, but she just couldn't make the words leave her lips. In her heart she knew he wouldn't be mad, but the kiss would still change things between them, so for now, she would just let him think that that had been her reason.