AN: Merry belated Christmas everyone! Happy new years as well! Hope you guys are liking this fanfic. Please enjoy and review.

Usagi yawned as she opened her eyes. She found herself to be still on top of Mamoru. Her eyes shifted to the window. It was morning. She sighed. She must have fallen asleep, and he hadn't had the heart to wake her up. Still… had she slept on him the entire night? They had even missed their reservations at the restaurant. She watched him sleep peacefully, the most serene look on his face. She carefully rolled off of him as to not wake him, and got up. She looked in the floor length mirror to find her dress all wrinkly and disheveled; it was still undone down the back. She walked into the adjoining bathroom to get dressed.

She didn't know what they would do today. Her mind had been elsewhere since he had returned back. She had stopped going to college, wanting to be constantly by his side, and he had decided to take some time off of work after nearly being killed. The past week since he'd come back, they had never once left the other's side for more than a few hours. She was pretty much living with him, the reason why she wasn't upset that her parents would be worrying about her.

She fixed her hair and then walked back into their bedroom. Bending over the side of the bed, she leaned over and brushed her lips against his. He stirred slightly and then blinked his eyes opened, her kiss having the effect she had hoped for. His eyes found hers and he gave her a loving smile.

"Good morning, Usako," his voice deep from having just woken up.

She smiled back and bent down to kiss him again. "Good morning."

He sat up and gently pulled her unto his lap. "You were awfully tired last night," he said through a laugh, as he put his arms around her.

She blushed. "I'm so sorry Mamo-chan," she answered repentantly. "I didn't mean to miss our romantic dinner."

Mamoru grinned. "That is quite alright. I much preferred last night over some measly dinner."

Usagi hit him playfully on the chest. But the minute her fingers touched his chest, she realized her mistake. Her eyes stared longingly at his ample six-pack, her fingers gently running over every one. She didn't realize her effect on him until she looked up and saw his eyes filled with hunger. The couple just stared. Mamoru took the initiative, gently moving her off of him, so that he could get up. She didn't say anything. He stood and turned around to face her, chest still exposed.

"I was thinking that I could drop you off at the mall for a bit while I finish up some paperwork at the office. And then maybe we could meet for lunch at the arcade?"

Usagi nodded even though she didn't want to be at the arcade right now. Still, she couldn't go and say no and get him suspicious. Plus it was her Usagi and not Sailor Moon that would be talking to Motoki she tried to calm herself by thinking. She mentally shook her head. That point made no difference. His lips had still touched hers. She forced a smile on her face.

"That sounds great," she lied, and was glad that Mamoru didn't see through her at that moment. Luckily, she thought, his mind was somewhere else. She grinned to herself as he walked into the bathroom.

Mamoru soon came out of the bathroom and started making breakfast for the two of them. After the couple were fed and dressed, they got into Mamoru's sports car and drove to the mall. He stopped at the front entrance and gave her a quick kiss. And that was their contact for the rest of the day. Usagi wasn't entirely upset at that either. She needed some alone time to deal with how she was going to tell him. She knew that when the time came she would want to chicken out again, but she also knew that she and Mamoru would never be able to consummate their relationship until she was honest with him. She wouldn't be able to otherwise.

So she spent the day mostly thinking, looking every once and a while in different stores. She didn't buy clothes anymore, as she could just use her magic. There was no point in her wasting her money, or rather as the case may be, Mamoru's money. He had given her a credit card and told her that money wasn't a problem. Something about almost dying brought things in perspective for him. Still, she didn't want to waste his money, so she just bought a drink at the concession stand and a few manga for later when Mamoru had to work. The morning passed by slowly, and she started to walk towards the arcade earlier than she needed to. She was just passing the park, when she saw something that caught her eye. It was a youma attacking a whole bunch of people.

"For crying out loud," she huffed loudly.

This was the second one this week. Looks like there was a new villain on the rise, and they had just destroyed Galaxia. While muttering under her breath the flaws of being a senshi let alone the leader of them, she ducked into an alley and transformed. She didn't have time to call the others; it was already doing too much damage. Plus it didn't look too hard to beat given her new powers. She ran out of the alley and into the park ready to destroy it.

Mamoru at that very moment was sitting just a few paces away in the arcade. His mind was so full of thoughts that he didn't even feel the pull of her transformation. He wanted everything to be perfect for her when they decided to finally sleep together, and he knew that put a long of pressure on him, in more than one way. Everything needed to be perfectly planned. He had to admit, even he was a bit nervous given that they had been in love for literarily centuries and years on this Earth. His mind drifted from this however to the fact that it had looked like something else had been bothering her. She had agreed that that had been what she had been upset over, but he wasn't sure. Was that enough to cry? He didn't think so. He shook his head. He had to trust her. She said that was it, then that had been it.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and that brought him back to the present. He looked up to see Motoki by his side, pot in hand staring out the window. He followed his friend's gaze and he gasped out loud. He hurriedly got up and tried to exit the booth, but Motoki blocked his way.

"I have to go," he said in a rush, his mind cursing why he hadn't felt her transform, or why she hadn't called for help. Motoki acted like he hadn't heard him, his eyes glazed over as he stared out the window. Mamoru didn't question it however since his mind was on helping his Usako.

"She's so damn hot," Motoki said appreciatively under his breath. Mamoru froze.

"Excuse me?" he demanded angrily.