I'm so sorry guys, I went overseas for a two month holiday for the college break and when I got back, I had the worst writing block for weeks before I could gather myself and type again. I'm still not in shape, but I'll work on it from now on. Ha ha, by the way, I have to thank a lot of the reviewer's who encouraged me to continue writing, love you guys.

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Chapter 4 : Futile terms

Usagi couldn't sleep, in fact since the little accident that happened in Mamoru's apartment, she had a hardly slept a wink. This is the second night in a roll she had spent twisting and turning, and tomorrow, the three day boating trip kicks in. It was bad, she found herself constantly reliving the moments on that murderous couch. She could still feel his hands grasping her…oh god she thought. She wasn't about to get turned on again just thinking about him right? Maybe staying virtuous IS impossible.

It has to be my hormones; she thought to herself, why else would she have acted so wantonly? It was completely out of character for her, Saek had attempted to seduce her numerous times, and not once did she loose her level headedness. And she loved Saek right? She nodded firmly to herself, of course she did, and that's why she went into all these trouble just to get him back. She needed to control herself, to prevent similar accidents from happening again.

She sat up in her bed at the thought and opened her nightstand draw to pull out the agreements she had signed with Mamoru. She stared at it; on the bottom was a childish cartoon of a rabbit sitting on a moon linked to a plate of meatballs by an equal sign. Mamoru had scribbled it while she wasn't looking. It infuriated her at the time, yet right now, as she glanced at the wobbly lines resulted from his laughter. All she could think about was his twinkling eyes, lopsided grin and that intoxicating scent, his half hooded sapphires and those lips whispering that she was his. It was driving her insane.

"Ahhhhh!" She exclaimed in frustration; she didn't want to think about what Mamoru thought of her, about why he got out of control as well, or the fact that he called her Usako. Determined, she grabbed a pen from the draw and scribbled away frantically.

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Usagi arrived at the departure dock, standing in front of the cruise boat H.J Hoover. Mamoru had arrived at her doorstep to give her a ride, acting casual yet distant. She felt as if he wore some iron armor instead of his usual facade, they exchanged formulated greetings and remained tense and silent for the entire ride.

"Before we get on the ship Mamoru…I want to show you something…" Usagi said turning to Mamoru, her pigtails caught in the wind and her brows furrowed. She took out the agreement that they signed nights ago. "I added a few more conditions to it, for our own sake." She lowered her head; it was the right thing to do, she assured herself, Mamoru would want this…surely.

"I'm sure you don't want another mishap between us…I mean, you must feel just as embarrassed about the accident that day…" She paused as Mamoru took the paper; he scanned it quickly, something flickered in his eyes as he read the last two conditions. He then looked up with piercing gaze, searching her eyes for a moment.

"Sure, whatever you want Odango, you are the boss." He shrugged. The last two conditions reads.

PA and PB will not conduct any intimate act when alone

Any personal feelings beyond friendship or business between PA and PB are a breech of the contract and an immediate termination will result.

If possible Mamoru became even more distant and cold after reading the added conditions. He kept an arm length away from Usagi while they were alone, yet once they arrived on the ship, he hugged Usagi close to him, following the contract in perfect order.

Most people had arrived already, Usagi noted the packed ship and that several girls gave her dirties after eye raping the man next to her.

"I'm getting all these negative energy because of you Baka!" Usagi mumbled.

Mamoru responded by holding her even closer and burying his nose in her hair with a near evil chuckle. Usagi died a million horrible imaginative deaths at that moment.

"USAGI!" A fuming Saek stomped towards the two, taking off his pricy sunnies as he examined the two with unnerved eyes. He stood disturbingly close and Usagi noticed for the first time that he was half a head shorter than Mamoru's towering 6 foot 2. He looked toad like next to the beautiful man. Usagi winced at the thought.

"So what is he doing here Usa-chan?" Saek glanced back and forth, eyes clouded by uncertainly.

"We are together." Mamoru answered simply before Usagi could back down again.

"Is that true?" Saek gasped at Usagi in shock and melodramatic hurt. Usagi nodded silently, watching Saek's expression twist once again into anger. "Well some shallow tramp you are!" He spat, and was met by a hand gripping the front of his shirt.

"Be careful what you say around my Usagi you sadistic bastard." Usagi watched in horror as Mamoru hissed, his lips curled back against his teeth in distaste. "The only reason I'm not beating the shit out of you right now is because I know Usagi would not want that. But I was never known for my generosity or tolerance."

Saek, overwhelmed by Mamoru's threat, shrugged off his hand and glared uncertainly at the two.

"You are making a big mistake Usagi!" He managed, turning to Usagi as he softened his tone. "We've been together for a long time Usa, I know you, I know what you need. I haven't been good lately I know…but it's inevitable. I mean, come on, this basta…guy probably thinks the same thing, he's just got a big ego, thinking that he can get what I can't…" He trailed off when he sensed Mamoru's murderous glare.

"Read my lips Saek, FUCK off." Mamoru mouthed and was shocked to hear Usagi respond in agreement.

"Well I'll let you think about it, meet you at the club tonight alright baby?" Saek murmured, slightly deflated yet too narcissistic to give in. He slimed away before more insults and threats could be thrown his way, he knew that Usagi still felt for him, after all, only days ago, she had been desperate to get his attention, and as long as he get her back, the winning trophy would be his to claim.

Mamoru's lips were still curled in a sinister expression, his nose flared, looking ready to kill. Usagi laughed nervously and tugged at his shirt, he glanced down, eyes still clouded by murder.

"Muffin head…calm down." Mamoru inhaled and exhaled, his eyes returned its focus as he glanced at Usagi. "Sorry…" He mumbled lamely.

"I swear sometimes you are so un-nerd like."

"Intimidation comes handy at times." He managed to joke.

"Hey you two! You guys together?" A tiny orange colored head popped up, it was Tiffany, known as the executive, executing all the boring details of most student orientated events. "You together?" She eyed both Usagi and Mamoru swiftly while tapping her pen against her cheek.

"Ahh…"

"Yes." Mamoru confirmed.

Tiffany nodded in satisfaction. " Alright then, problem solved, you two stay in room 27, the bed is a little crammed, but why would you need a double bed when you'll be sleeping on top of each other right?" She stated as a matter of fact. And before either of them could oppose, the energizer bunny bounced away to her next unknown victim, leaving two slightly shocked people staring at each other.

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Usagi and Mamoru arrived at room 27; they were met by a medium sized single bed spread with rose petals. Someone had drawn a hasty love heart with a lipstick on the mirror.

"Oh crap…" Usagi sighed in defeat.

"Its not that bad you know Odango? Some girls would pay to be in your situation." Mamoru smirked and watched the dismal Usagi.

"It's funny Mamoru but as a matter of fact, I AM paying for this situation…" Usagi looked up and found a solemn looking Mamoru.

"I promise that it won't happen again." He stared into Usagi's eyes.

"I think I can control myself Odango, you're not that tempting." Mamoru chuckled, the seriousness suddenly gone.

'But YOU are' Usagi thought automatically, and then mentally slapped herself. The comment had stabbed her already crumbling ego.

"Same to you Mamoru, you can try but it does nothing to me." Regret screamed inside her head when she spotted Mamoru's bemused expression. She was definitely crazy, why is it that both her body and brain goes mad around him, maybe its some weird magnetic field, she thought.

"Whatever you say Odango, but we've got a clubbing to attend in about 45 minutes filled with sex crazed college students." He sighed, half rolling his eyes.

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It took quite a while for Usagi to gather her guts; she checked her appearance in the bathroom mirror, 'plain old Usagi, just a little more exposed.' She assured herself as she tucked a strand of silvery blond hair behind her left ear. She had allowed it to flow down to her backside, despite her lack of self confidence; her hair had always been one of the few proud possessions she had. It was sleek as silk, the color of a moonlit lake, and flows like a waterfall. She had pushed her buns to the right; it fell just over her right lashes, casting the tiniest hint of mysteriousness.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at her figure, it wasn't like she had never worn these kinds of clothes, she just doesn't wear them in public because she used to consider it notorious. The tiny silver garment hugged her breast, hips and thighs, cutting off at mid thigh. The thin shoulder straps clung to her. Nervously, she turned around to examine her completely exposed back. Yeah, it was showy alright, completely Un-Usagi. But she remembered standing in front of the shop window after running from Mamoru's apartment.

The area had some of the best clothes in the country, and the little piece of dress had caught her eyes, beautifully made with minuet attention to details, making it unquestionably sexy yet classy at the same time. However, despite the fact that it screamed out to her, her reasoning had swiftly rejected its lure. It was everything she had avoided, because she didn't want to give Saek or any guy the wrong idea. Fearful that somebody would judge her…she brushed away the thought and was turning to leave when the words hit her. '…if the woman he loved had a set of values, he would respect it…' Mamoru had told her just an hour ago.

Something inside snapped at that moment, she didn't want to hide inside her shell anymore, she was allowed to feel sexy and be sexy, she was allowed to have a good time, and it has nothing to do with Saek or any other guy. SHE owned the rights to have fun yet still preserve her values, and if the guy was worth her time, HE would respect it like Mamoru had said. She had walked into the shop then…it had felt like the beginning of some sort of emancipation.

So here she was, clicking her dress matching stilettos and biting her bottom lips. This dress up was her way of rebellion against her wimpy alter ego, her way of a transformation.

She pulled herself away from her reflection and with a foggy mind, turned the door knob; Mamoru had long informed that he was ready. She glanced nervously through her lashes at the beautiful man that sat across the room on the bed; he had changed into a dark grey leisure shirt with faint vertical silver stripes, if he was breathtakingly handsome before, right now he is heart stopping. He turned at the noise and flashed Usagi a lopsided grin before his eyes widened slightly as he took in her appearance. She shifted her weight nervously as he devoured her, in almost painful slow motion; he dragged those sapphires across her silky toned legs, rounded hips, and all those curves that are now exposed for the world to speculate, his eyes reached hers in the color of the midnight sky.

Mamoru shook his head in what appeared to be awe, "…Usako…" he was speechless, the beautiful self assured Mamoru speechless and calling her his again. Her knees quivered, and warmth spread like ink in the water. "So beautiful…" He managed as he got up and approached her. He reached out a hand and caressed her crimson cheek, his eyes half hooded involuntarily and his breathing quick and shallow. "You are making this so hard for me…" He chocked out the words before dropping his hand and tightening it into a fist on his side. He backed away after what seemed like a two second internal battle and sighed.

"You'll need lots of watch over tonight." Mamoru muttered, the grin returning to his stunning face. "Come on my goddess," and grasped Usagi's hand tightly in his.

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It seemed though the entire club was staring when the couple made their entrance, the night club was not roomy or flashy like a typical one in the city, after all, it was a temporary conference room turned club. Yet, Usagi felt the atmosphere tonight unlike any club she'd attended, not that she'd been to many. She could taste the excitement on the tip of her tongue, and so many people were staring at her. Both male and female, with different intentions though.

Usagi sensed the arm that shielded her exposed back tighten slightly, she glanced up at Mamoru and saw his brooding expression, he glanced across the dance floor as though threatening each and every brave soul that dared to look her way. She almost burst out laughing, he was acting more like a bodyguard than her fake boyfriend. She gave him a small nudge and whispered "I just want to have fun tonight, not caring about what Saek or anybody thinks. So please…drop the glaring daggers honey."

Mamoru's eyes dropped to her face at the declaration, a furrow forming between his brows, yet after searching her eyes for a split second, he relaxed his tensed arm and flashed a grin. "Well, enjoy the night then, but I'll be watching…"He joked.

Usagi entered the dance floor with adrenaline pulsating through her veins, she immersed into the crowd and swayed her body with the music upon instinct, Mamoru remained close by the dance floor, he settled into a couch, watching the speck of silver shimmering in the dark, the music was deafening, like loud speakers playing inside your head, the floor trembled with each base beat.

From the corner of his eyes Mamoru saw some flirty chick casting glances at him while dancing seductively. He glanced at Usagi, she was almost cuddled in some men's arms due to their proximity, he didn't like it, not at all; Too close, not theirs' to touch was all that went through his mind. So he looked away, glaring at the flirting girl with obvious disinterest.

His mind drifted to Usagi when he first met her, the timid girl with a surprisingly quick wit and sharp tongue. He had saw through that exterior of hers, she was like oxidized silver, all rebellious and passionate on the inside, yet she covered her persona with that layer.

That's what prompted him to fuel her all the time in the beginning, he was curious, why such a flamboyant soul hid itself inside the obedient façade. She had shocked him yet also confirmed his suspicions when she arrived with the strangest request to win back her undeserving boyfriend.

He didn't know what possessed him, well that's lie, he knows perfectly well, it was those baby blue eyes that begged him silently and vulnerably, those pale fingers tightening into fists from nerve. He intended to help her, because it was unbearable to witness her pain, yet at times, it seems almost impossible to not simply claim her lips and kiss her senseless. For example, at the apartment, he had snapped, forgetting all his restraints and reasons. And he was punished, at least his ego was when she pulled away, and then came back with those added terms. He didn't want anymore retribution, so just then, when she walked out like an angel, he had kept his fantasies and memories in check and stopped his mind conjuring images of her beautiful body underneath him, writhing and moaning, just in case things got out of hand again.

His thoughts were cut off when he caught glimpse of his moonlit goddess, with some shifty guy's claws gripping her hips; he had his body pressed against Usagi's backside, and it was evidently that she was not enjoying the attention. Mamoru bolted up from his seat, he heard his knuckles crackling as he stomped towards the two.

"Get your filthy claws off her." He hissed through his bared teeth, feeling his temper getting out of control. Usagi reacted then, kicking her stiletto into the guy's calves.

"Oww!" The guy yelled, staring at Usagi in horror.

"Sorry, but I told you to back off!" Usagi replied as Mamoru's arm came to wrap around her shoulder. She glanced up at him thankfully and watched as the guy retreated.

"Can't you fend for yourself before these slimy bastards rape you in public?!" Mamoru almost yelled at her as he dragged Usagi off the dance floor to a less occupied corner and pressed her against the wall, his eyes unfocused as it all hit him, her alluring smell, that damned short dress, those legs that had once found its way around his waist, her soft firm lips, and those eyes, welled up in tears. For fuck's sake, "Fuck…" he cursed and closed his eyes, waiting for the desire to ease away. It was impossible. She protested about something, but he couldn't hear.

"I'm sorry," He mumbled sheepishly after a while. The music continued to boom, yet somehow went unnoticed by the two. "It was my fault; I should have seen it earlier."

"But seriously Odango, this dress, and the way you were dancing on the dance floor, I think every guy here would fantasize that you were inviting them in, and with you so inexperienced in these kinds of situations, you are basically just asking for trouble."

Usagi's eyes widened at the accusation, he sounded like the arrogant bastard that she thought had gone on a temporary holiday again, talking as if he knew all about her 'inexperience'. Well maybe he did, but she was capable of self defense. "I did defend myself Chiba, and I am not THAT inexperienced, what… you think I have no admirers? That nobody ever hit on me before?"

"That's not what I meant, freaking hell, but honestly did you have to flaunt like that? All the fucking males were staring at you anyway!" He was filled with jealousy and desire, he hated that jerk for touching her that way, while he had to stop himself from doing things that are much much worse.

"Oh so now I'm an attention whore, well maybe if my so called temporary boyfriend wasn't staring at some hot flirting red hair and completely ignoring my presence, I would have shared the dance with him instead." She had seen him, staring off into space, and followed his gaze and found the object of his attention to be a flirtatious flame haired goddess. She just about pole danced for him, feeling dejected, Usagi had consciously swayed her hips just a little more, and moved slightly more seductively in her pathetic attempt of competition. Yet Mamoru continued to ignore her dutifully while devoting his undivided uttermost attention to the girl. She remembered hearing her pitiable little self esteem crushing. It wasn't like she should care whether he was attracted to somebody else, that's what she wanted right? A strictly business relationship, but she couldn't help feeling 2 feet tall.

Mamoru's eyes darkened at the accusation, was that jealousy? "You thought I was staring at her?"

"Her…so I was right, you two were having like cerebral sex or something…" she trailed off and gasped when Mamoru span her around and held her hips against his, pressing her down to him roughly. It was exactly what the jerk had done, yet it caused completely different reactions. Her body trembled at the sensation whilst his hot breath teased her sensitive ears "Is this what you wanted?" She could feel his chest rumbling, his voice was seductively hoarse.

Usagi pressed herself tighter to him instinctively and was awarded by a groan from Mamoru, a beautifully erotic sound. She could feel him, hard like a stone against her softness, it eased her shattered ego slightly to know that she could influence him this way…if it was her that is. And he grazed his teeth over the sensitive part behind her ear then, she moaned, out loud in public.

The sudden emptiness had shocked her, when he backed off, she turned around in confusion and saw him standing there, not attempting to disguise his desire, it was still raw in his eyes. "This is what you do to me Odango, it's probably what you do to every male here." He pushed his fingers through his silk strands, she wanted to do that for him instead. "And with your amount of experience, you can barely control the reactions of your own body, any experienced male can take advantage." He stated,

Usagi finally realized what he was trying to do. Her eyes hardened, she regretted at that moment that she had shown him her weaknesses and told him her concerns, even her utter lack of confidence in the art of kissing.

"Don't you underestimate anybody Chiba Mamoru…" Usagi hissed as she boldly grazed her index nail over Mamoru's chest, trailing over his nipple through the thin shirt in the process, feeling triumphant when she heard his involuntary curse. She lowered her lashes and allowed her eyes to drift to his lips, while biting her own lower lips. She had learned it from Mina while joking around about the art of seduction. Slowly, with heavy breathes, she leaned in…

"Mamo-chan…" In horror and shock, Mamoru heard the nick name roll off her tongue in the form of a moan, her heavy breathes did unbelievable things to his sanity…he couldn't move his legs, although knowing perfectly well in the back of his head that this was a game. Glued to the spot and drowned in desire, he felt his eyes closing when her lips feathered around his, toying with his restraint. She simply refused to satiate him, not that a kiss will do much to quench his desire.

She trailed off with her feathery pecks, around the corner of his lips, his jaw line, earlobe and the pulse on his neck. His throat felt dry, and a fire burned through his entire body. With much difficulty, he held his arms down, not allowing the madness to take over. To his relief (and disappointment), the torture came to a halt on the verge of him loosing control. He opened his eyes and was met by a completely vulnerable Usagi, her lips trembled, and moisture gathering in her eyes.

"Guess that didn't work…"Usagi pulled back, feeling defeated and utterly embarrassed. She turned and ran off before Mamoru could reach her.

He watched her disappear at the club entrance, she had looked so hurt, but it was for the best right? He didn't want to be led on again, she was still in love with Saek after all; she'll turn and leave him once Saek came to his senses. The loving couple, he was only a temporary replacement, a bait for their reunion. He clenched his teeth, pushing away the thoughts that created a sting around his chest. He had to get away, maybe it was a bad idea to help her in the first place…

"Hey gorgeous," A seductive voice appeared to Mamoru's right, he sensed a hand on his shoulder, turning around, he saw the red haired woman glancing at him. He allowed her to pounce on him without protest; she had rammed him against the wall, and pushed her lips on his, diving straight into a wet kiss. He closed his eyes, not making an effort to push her away, yet couldn't gather any strength or interest to respond. He simply allowed her attack, her hands touching everywhere yet no where, doing nothing to those burning trails Usagi had left with her feather like contacts.

He tried his best to participate, even attempted kissing her back, but none of it did anything to him, he even tried imagining Usagi intead, yet her smell was wrong, her warmth was wrong, and the feel of her body was wrong in comparison to Usagi's delicious suppleness. No reaction…to Mamoru's shock he was unable to become aroused even though the girl acted like a porn star in making. Frustrated, he pushed her away, ignoring her shocked look and escaped the club before anybody else decided to confirm his inability.

Absent mindedly, he allowed himself to wonder to the main deck, staring as the water splashed the prow, there was a crescent moon lingering overhead. It distracted his attempt at peace; it reminded him of the girl that he has grown to care too much for. He didn't know how long it was exactly, maybe an hour or two hours when he finally decided to return to the cabin.

Feeling completely exhausted and still confused, Mamoru stepped into the room and groaned inwardly at the sight that greeted him. Usagi lay on the bed, asleep, in her white thin nightgown. She clung to the pillow and her body arched into a bow. The gown rides up, exposing a little too much. It came back all of a sudden, the mysterious selectiveness of his erection. Funny how much it takes for her to arouse him, just an innocent glimpse, or an unintentional gesture. He caught himself before he could move any closer.

Her lips were pouted, cheeks pinkish from sleep and wisps of the silvery hair veiled her porcelain skin. Unable to help himself, he brushed a hand gently over her cheek, and was surprised to feel the crystallized trails. His breath trembled when he realized that they were the result of tears. He had caused her pain, his rejection that was intended for both their benefit had left Usagi in tears, he cursed.

Usagi stirred, she dreamt of Mamoru caressing her cheeks and kissing her tenderly as though he cared for her but then his faced had turned sinister, and his smile into a mocking laugh. She woke up and through hazy eyes saw Mamoru hovering over her.

"Why were you crying?" He questioned.

She turned her face away from him into the shadow, hiding the threatening tears as memories came rushing back. "I feel pathetic Mamoru, I came back to find you and I saw you all over that girl." She knew it, all her feeble attempts did nothing to him, because he wanted someone sexy and attractive like the red haired. He laughed at her in response.

"You thought I wanted her? That's why I didn't react to you?" he laughed again as he stared at the sour Usagi in amusement, she had no idea…he pulled her up so that she was kneeling on the bed, and held her in his arms.

"You've gotta be joking." He said when he saw a tear rolling down her cheek before plunging down to her lips. 'God…' he thought when they touched, everything felt right again. If he had never tasted her before, it wouldn't be this hard to hold back, and the more he devoured the harder it gets to quit her later. She moaned into his lips which allowed him entrance to explore her sweetness. It took a lot of strength but Mamoru had to pull away when he realized that they needed to breathe, he pressed his forehead against hers and sighed.

"Usagi, you and only you can do this to me, you have no idea how much you tempt me, but I know if we get carried away, YOU will hate me later." He signed again, pulling away from her.

"That woman at the club…I had no reaction…hell, I could barely kiss her because all that went through my head was you. But this is wrong, you don't want this right? You are only acting upon your hormones and I would hate to see your regret later on. I don't want to take advantage of you like this."

Usagi was dazed and confused, he wanted her, and then it hit her, her purpose, it's getting more hypocritical than ever. She was so caught up in this that she had completely abandoned her purpose. She shouldn't be seducing Mamoru, gosh what had she done? She acted as though she was in love with Mamoru instead of Saek, her stupid little ego got in the way when he had rejected her seduction, which was completely unreasonable in the first place. And thinking that she spent an hour sobbing her heart out over the fact that Mamoru didn't want her, it all seemed laughable now that she remembered her purpose.

"Sorry, my fault, I…just had an ego blow I guess. Tomorrow we'll get back to work I guess…yeah…Saek." Usagi tried to smile, something about her reasoning just felt wrong.

Mamoru smiled back, it felt more like a wince, she finally came to her senses, but somehow it stabbed at him.

"Well, I should let you rest, I'm gonna go and take a shower." He whispered quickly before his expression betrays him.

Usagi watched as Mamoru closed the bathroom door, she remembered something and pulled out the piece of paper from her handbag, rereading the last few added conditions, she laughed wryly at the irony of it all.

Mamoru had slumped himself against the cold tiles of the shower wall and turned on the cold water tap, hoping the temperature would cool down his blazing body and mind. Yet as the water splashed onto him, he realized the futileness of his attempt. It was as though god played a big prank on him, he noted. He appeared to have lost interest in the rest of the female population, yet the one that he wanted was the forbidden fruit; he couldn't even ease this hunger now. Almost in disgust, he reached down and stroked himself with her in mind, imagining all the things he would have done if things weren't so complicated…

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WAAAHH! That was one LONG chapter, it was hard to write because my mind was so disjointed during the process. One of the reviewers commented that Mamoru is a little out of character. Well I suppose he is if you compare it to the anime. Personally I always find the anime depiction a little two dimensional, so I wanted to give Mamoru a reason for always teasing Usagi. Anyway, this is my first fanfic, or any lengthy writing for the matter, so please be nice XP

^^ Thanks btw, keep the reviews coming, they are my source of inspiration.