CattyKitty

(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. This story is an original that I wrote for fun and without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)

Seven Days

Chapter 3

Just How Far?

*Motoki*

The arcade was packed with more sweaty bodies than he'd imagined. It was frightening to think about how it would look like in the morning, but that didn't matter much right now. The music was loud, everyone was dancing and the kegs were still nowhere near empty. This party was just getting started!

He hadn't seen Usagi or her friends since he greeted them, nor Mamoru in the couple of hours. Most of his time he had spent it catching up with people he hadn't seen in ages since the word of mouth had spread far indeed. Now that the flow was set without him, he could finally enjoy himself.

He looked around, hoping that no one had noticed him fooling around in the back of the arcade. He wished to enjoy himself with as many girls as he liked, which meant that he didn't want other ladies seeing him and think he was unavailable. That would be lame.

Emerald was the current girl. She was on the adventurous side and willing to do anything—which made her incredibly hot. She was kissing all over his neck and chest and he wasn't strong enough, nor willing, to ward off her advances. She rubbed the front of his pants gingerly. She really was a piece of work. He was so glad that he invited his classmates—who didn't love horny college girls?

The crowd cleared momentarily and it gave him the chance to see across the room briefly. He was able to see Mamoru living it up with three blondes, one even sitting on his lap. That was Mamoru for you; never one to miss an opportunity to get some action, and three girls definitely made an interesting story.

His thoughts were abruptly brought to his own situation as he felt Emerald's hand daringly dip into his pants. She giggled naughtily as she pulled him into the arcade office behind them and sexily unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. He smiled down at the hot girl on her knees in front of him. He loved whores.

*Usagi*

After the initial shock had worn off, Mamoru wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a half-hug. Though his reaction was unsettling, she glanced at their unwanted company and sucked it up. She moved closer and leaned against his chest letting herself get comfortable on his lap. She had to play her role after all. Although how she even got to this point was quite unclear, she had to admit that she was enjoying herself.

His hands around her guaranteed that her pulse was racing, but she knew she wouldn't mind staying as long as she could. Still, she couldn't forget that she had a goal to accomplish as well. She'd already been sitting on him for about a minute (the longest minute in her entire life!) and yet Thing One and Thing Two still hadn't moved an inch. They had just stared at her in pure hatred, probably scheming up a way to get rid of her.

"Mamoru-sempai," one of them whined as she reached out for his arm.

"Sorry, hon," she interjected quickly, knocking back the girl's hand with her own before she touched Mamoru. These girls were not giving up without a fight and neither was she. "He's mine." Shocked at her move, the girl contracted her hand quickly.

"Slut!" Thing 2 hissed but neither one made any signs of leaving. It looked like she might have to go above and beyond if she had any chance of getting these groupies away from him, but it was too late for her to back down now. Besides, there was no chance in hell that she was going to let these hoes beat her; this had just gotten personal.

She could probably argue with them, but that would take too long and only rile her up unnecessarily. The only other option was to get physical and not with them, but with Mamoru. She wondered how raunchy she'd have to get for them to leave and guessed by their expressions alone that she'd have to in the very least kiss him. In her opinion, that was just plain absurd, not to mention clearly crossing the line, but she didn't have many options. She would have preferred to not go that far but then again she didn't have to kiss him on the lips either. Perhaps if she pretended to kiss him on the neck or something they'd go away. It was worth a shot.

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered as she thought about what she was going to do. Something had her believing that he probably wouldn't care for what she had in mind, but it was still nerve-wracking. Mamoru was sometimes a complete wild card. The stupidest things would make him angry and yet inversely, there were times when no matter how hard she tried to get him mad he'd only laugh her off. It could really go either way.

She nuzzled into Mamoru's neck and as soon as she got a whiff of him she knew she was in heaven. Why did he have to smell so good?! Damn him for being so hot and perfect! If only they didn't argue all the time and had acted more civilized toward each other, maybe things could have been different between them.

She tried to stop her thoughts from going there, but it was hard because well, she was a girl too, you know! And no matter how many times she'd ranted to her friends about how much she hated Mamoru she knew that it wasn't true. In fact, she could actually list more than a few things about him that she really liked (so what if they were all physical!).

She was only planning on superficially passing over his collarbone, but now that she was so close to him she thought about going in for real. She knew what she wanted most was right in front of her and she had to take advantage! Maybe this would be the only chance she would get to touch him like this and even though she had no idea how he would react to her doing so, she couldn't just let the opportunity slip by.

She tentatively pressed her mouth to his skin and tested him with a light kiss. She felt his breath quicken as her lips touched him, but was met with no resistance. She grabbed onto his hair, holding him in place as she bit his neck gently. She kissed her way up and down his neck and collarbone, sensuously swirling her tongue around and sucking. His hand squeezed her side in response and along with his irregular breaths, implied his enjoyment in her actions giving her the confidence to continue. She combed her fingers through his hair and kissed her way around his jaw and throat and the best part was that he let her.

Tasting him like this was so addicting that she didn't want to stop and she was so caught up in the moment that she barely noticed when the two bimbos finally left. They talked none too discretely as they were leaving about how disgusted they were at Mamoru's choice, but she wasn't listening. It was hard to concentrate while his hands were passing over her body.

Mamoru's hand moved up her leg, hitching her breath as he stroked her inner thigh dangerously high. She tried to hide how thoroughly hot his intimate touches made her, but she couldn't help the excited moan escaping her. Embarrassed at her own reactions, she moved away from his neck, the tingling sensations receding to her lower spine. It was time for her to stop the charade though she wanted nothing more than to keep going. She hid her head in his shoulder to figure out her thoughts.

They stayed in silence for a few seconds, letting the odd moment that had just transpired fully sink in. More importantly, she needed time to figure out just how she was going to face him after what she'd just done.

He finally turned to her, his composure as calm as usual. His expression was fairly neutral with the exception of the arrogant gleam in his eye that never left anyway. He didn't at all seem fazed by her actions, which she shouldn't be surprised with considering he was used to women throwing themselves at him. But she was still anxious about what would happen next; she hadn't thought about what she would do after her guilty impulses were completed. She had just acted on recklessly and not listened to common sense probably making a huge mistake. This was Mamoru for goodness sake!

"I knew you'd come around eventually," he murmured sounding like his normal teasing self and she had to refrain from rolling her eyes out of instinct. He couldn't stop being a cocky jerk for more than ten seconds.

"Oh please!" She had to keep her cool. She couldn't let him know how he affected her, though it was probably obvious since her face was close to melting off. "Need I remind you that it was you who wanted my help? You're welcome!"

He nodded silently, watching her with his smoldering gaze. She shivered at his intense stare. He was so tantalizingclose and she had to wonder if he always made it his mission to purposely tease her. She knew that this was her cue to get off him and leave, but she didn't want to.

He was a complete ass and probably the most arrogant son of a bitch that she would ever know… But who cared? She knew it was stupid to get tangled up in someone like him and maybe she'd regret it later, but right now she felt like there was no reason to hide her attraction. Mamoru was gorgeous and she'd be a fool trying to deny it. Their relationship was complicated, sure, but they were at a party. Wasn't the whole point of the night to have fun?

"Thank you."

She nodded slightly, her heart pounding in her ears. She wanted nothing more than to lean closer to him, for him to hold her, kiss her, tell her things… She couldn't breathe as she waited for him to make the next move and hoped it followed along the line of her fantasies.

He cupped her cheek in his palm and stroked his thumb over her lips, taunting her. She leaned further into his touch, craving the attention. So what if the very thought of her wanting Mamoru was overwhelmingly absurd, she wanted what she wanted and not even he could deny the sparks flying between them.

Unable to manage the amount of tension between them, she made up her mind and decided to go for it. She had wanted to do this for so long, not to mention had already taken the first step. She waited for the right moment and daringly gave his thumb a lick before sucking it. His eyes narrowed at her forward gesture, focusing on her lips and licking his own.

He pulled his thumb from her mouth and held the back of her head tightly, bringing his lips hard against hers. Shivers ran through her entire body. The feel of his mouth on hers was beyond explanation and she could only describe it as complete and utter BLISS. Her whole body tingled.

When they parted, there was a brief hesitation as they stared at each other. For a split second they didn't know how to proceed and there was an eternal pause. Then, everything picked up in fast-forward, the corner of Mamoru's mouth slightly upturned as he pulled her back in again.

He kissed her cautiously and pulled her closer until they were squished together. Pressed against his chest, she slid both arms around his neck as his tongue slipped between her lips. He explored every inch of her mouth, overwhelming her completely and sending her into a state of dizziness. Touching him, smelling him, tasting him, she never imagined it feeling this way. Who knew that having a bit of heaven was actually having a taste of Mamoru?

All of a sudden, he deepened the kiss. He kissed her ferociously and without restraint probing her both sensuously and recklessly, his lips and teeth nipping wherever they could. She responded just as fiercely, desperately sucking, licking and biting him back.

She pressed against him as much as she could and was highly tempted to straddle him. She just couldn't get close enough. Had she been wearing pants she would have in a heartbeat, but her dress was too short (never mind that they were in a party full of people. What would she look like dry humping Mamoru?!).

Although part of her knew that continuing this madness would eventually lead to her own insanity, there was no way that she could stop. She was so hot for him and they were already grabbing at each other quite desperately. Mamoru's mouth over hers was enough to throw any type of rationality straight out the window. She could care less about common sense right now.

Yet, she'd never imagined it would have turned out like this. Interestingly, their kissing was very much like their arguing; each one seemed to be fighting for control and trying to dominate the other. It was exhilarating to say the least, only this time she was more than willing to lose the battle. She wanted him to win, she wanted him to take over because she knew she'd enjoy it much more this way.

She let her free hand travel down his chest and over his yummy abs, tentatively journeying to his belt buckle. She paused. Just how bold could she be in one night? Mamoru, however, had no boundaries whatsoever because he was already grabbing her breasts. She moaned as he kneaded them, following with her own moves as she grabbed his pants, his crotch hot and hard in her palm. She wanted him to feel as good as he made her and Mamoru bit her bottom lip to stifle a groan when she rubbed him gingerly. The thought that she excited him too only aroused her further.

His fingers trailed the curve of her breast by the hemline before going under and cupping one fully. She moaned in pure ecstasy as he twirled her hard nipple erotically. Breaking off from her lips he moved to her neck, his mouth on her skin causing chaos of every sort within her body. He was driving her completely nuts. She couldn't believe that Mamoru of all people could make her feel this good. She'd kissed many guys before, but this, this was way beyond her comprehension.

Mamoru trailed wet kisses down her neck and chest, her breathing already ragged from their intense kissing. When he reached the spot right in between her breast, he pulled the front of her dress down to fully expose her right boob. She actually stopped breathing. What did he think he was doing?! His warm breath teased her sensitive skin and he slowly kissed his way to her nipple. His lips felt incredible and she didn't really want him to stop, but they were in a crowded room at a party for goodness sake! What kind of girl did he take her for? What made him think that he could just undress her like this?

He knew just how to make her feel so amazingly good, how to make her succumb to him completely with just a couple of touches (heck—just a couple of looks), but this was just going too far! She didn't want to push him away and honestly she didn't think she could, but she also didn't want anything to happen in this party that she would regret later. Her friends and classmates could all be WATCHING their erotic scene for all she knew. He may not have any shame, but she surely did.

"Mamoru," she whispered. She was trying to calm her breathing, but found it impossible to do with his lips on her skin.

He made a low groan in acknowledgment, but didn't stop advancing closer to his target. He continued to slowly lick and tease his way closer to her erect nipple and she didn't think she had the will power to stop him. His experienced tongue was doing crazy things to her body, let alone her judgment, and her moans weren't working in her favor either, they were just cheering him on even more.

"Stop…" she managed to croak out even though it was the last thing she wanted him to do.

Ignoring her command (but unknowingly following her wishes), he latched onto her nipple and her head fell back, spinning in pleasure. She might have been embarrassed about where this was happening, but it was simultaneously as exciting. Behaving recklessly like this was so hot. He was so bad, but that mouth of his was all that was goodin the world. She just wanted to shove his face harder onto her breast and plead for him to never stop.

He looked up at her with a smile while he sucked her loudly, his teeth grazing her nipple. And as good as she felt, she was torn between slapping him for making moves on her in such a public place or pulling his face back to hers and kissing him nonstop in gratitude for the incredible pleasure. Both sounded equally pleasing to her at the moment, but she made up her mind when she felt the presence of someone behind them.

She grabbed his chin and tried to nudge him off her. What was she thinking! She did not want to get caught in such a wild position. Thankfully he didn't resist, but did give her nipple a final wet kiss before making his way up higher.

"You idiot!" she hissed, slapping his hand away from the front of her dress as he tried to tuck her breast back into place while kissing up her collarbone. He grinned at her impishly, pulling away and encircling her waist tightly with both arms.

"Sorry," he said unconvincingly, a mischievous look on his face. "It's hard to stop once you start."

He moved closer to her face, but she placed a hand on his cheek. She would not fall under his spell again. Whoever had walked by just now she wanted to thank them a million times over. They had been the perfect wakeup call for her. If it hadn't been for their interruption she might have not realized just how much of a mistake she was committing.

She and Mamoru? NO. It couldn't be true. She didn't want to believe what she just did that with him. What was wrong with her? Was she truly going crazy?

"I can't believe you just did that!" she accused, but the guilt was all hers.

"Don't act so appalled, Odango. As if you didn't enjoy it," he mocked. "Besides, I'm sure no one noticed a single thing," he said, noting the look of horror on her face as more people passed behind them. However, his expression had her suspecting that there had been people who noticed what they were doing and since Mamoru didn't care (he was the playboy after all), he didn't mind the spectators.

Rage built up inside her so quickly that she just wished that she hadn't come to this stupid party in the first place. She hated Mamoru Chiba! She absolutely loathed him! Right now she didn't know who to be angrier with—him for being a complete SLEEZE and probably letting his friends watch them as they fooled around, or at herself for forgetting that he was the scum of the Earth and didn't deserve a single drop of her time.

"Why would you…? I can't believe that you just let that happen with an audience!" she said furiously. "You are disgusting!" She struggled from his grasp, but he refused to let her go.

"Calm down," he said, trying to hold her down on his lap. "It was only a joke." He pulled her chin closer, forcing their eye contact. "No one saw us."

"I don't trust you!" she barked, mad at him for trying to fool her in the first place. She took a deep breath to cool herself off. "Please just let go of me!" she said as calmly as she could, but all she wanted to do was bite his head off. He finally moved his arms away from her and she got up quickly, adjusting her dress at the bust. "See you later, Mamoru-san," she dismissed him angrily, trying to hide her face from the people around them in case one of them had seen her half naked.

She was going to avoid Mamoru the rest of the night and maybe even pretend like none of it ever happened (even though that's not what she wanted and it would probably be impossible to do anyway). But if everything went well tonight then she could hope that none of her friends had noticed what she'd been up to. Or maybe if she was really lucky, this would have all just been a dream and she was actually sleeping in her bed right now. Now that would truly be a miracle!

She wanted to look back to see if Mamoru was watching her go because honestly she was tempted to stay there with him… but why? She should have better things to do than waste her time with a guy that barely appreciated her presence and was constantly harassing her, not to mention, embarrassing her! But apparently that was her vice; she could never manage to stay away from him because the truth was she didn't want to.

Mamoru was somebody that she enjoyed being around and he clearly didn't despise her company as much as she'd thought either. They had done quite a bit considering they weren't even friends… She shook her head at the irony as she lost herself in the crowd of people, hoping that this situation didn't become any more awkward than it should. Their relationship was complicated enough as it was.

*Mamoru*

He couldn't explain why he didn't want her to leave. Sure he thought that Usagi was hot and he liked hot chicks around him, but he had a strange feeling that it was a little more than that. He'd never imagined them doing what just happened and it left him conflicted.

When he saw her for the first time tonight, he knew that he had to go talk to her. Her low cut dress and smooth skin had him practically itching for a touch. He also knew that it was within his grasp because he was confident enough to know she couldn't easily ignore him. They'd been in the same back and forth routine enough times for him to know that she enjoyed being around him no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

Luring her was easy enough, knowing that his bait was too tempting an opportunity for her to pass up. He could have gotten rid of those two girls whenever he wanted, but he needed a way to have Usagi come to him without him seeming to appear like he wanted her company. And it had worked. Usagi was always unusually daring, but tonight she had exceeded his expectations and even had him second-guessing himself.

His actions, as well as hers, uprooted all of his previous beliefs about her and left him to wander in a limbo of sorts. Not only had he gotten carried away with Usagi (bad), a high school girl (even worse), he'd been tempted to go even further (unforgivable). The world was twisted for irrevocably flipping their relationship, but it was probably his punishment for teasing her for so long. It was his bad luck that led him to this circumstance, but shame on him if he understood the implications of chasing her and yet did not heed them. Which was exactly what he felt was going to happen. Dammit.

Though perhaps he was exaggerating. Everything that had happened was pretty harmless; it's not like they hooked up. As soon as he could establish his own thoughts, he was going to find her and hopefully smooth everything out. This was nothing they couldn't both get passed; many awkward things had occurred between them throughout the years. Admittedly, tonight had reached a pinnacle he'd never thought he'd see and he could only wish that her sexy little outfit would allow him to remain chaste in mind and body, though that might be a near impossible task to accomplish. It would take all the restraint he possessed to ensure things wouldn't get out of hand again.

But he would have to try; Usagi couldn't handle all that he had in mind regardless. While he was confident in her innocence, her actions tonight raised suspicion. Was Usagi truly as inexperienced as he'd previously believed her to be? He thought back to how she had moved around him fluently, playing with his hair and giving him sultry looks. He'd been surprised when she'd first nibbled on his neck since he never thought she had the guts. It was too bold, even for her. But today her sensuality was being used as the perfect weapon against him and it was seriously warping his order of the way things worked.

She had actually rubbed his crotch, something that a naive girl would never do. Then there was the way she had seductively sucked on his finger. Just thinking about it drove him nuts. She had expertly hinted at all the things he'd wanted her to do to him and it made him reach the conclusion that she was more knowledgeable than he had originally thought. Which disturbed him more than it should have.

He'd always believed that he knew her fairly well. Sure they never talked about anything serious in the near three years they had known each other and instead just argued about nonsense, but he'd heard her and her friends gossip all the time and he'd never heard them talk about experiences past kissing. Then again, they were always heading out to Rei's temple for 'meetings'. Was that where they kept all their secrets? He tried to get it out of his mind, but her knowledge and confidence really had him speculating. Was Usagi dating? Was she already having sex? Even though she was young, he knew that girls these days were getting way sluttier way earlier so it wouldn't be surprising. But still. Usagi the crybaby doing as the birds and the bees?

He cut his thoughts short and went to get himself a drink. He knew that he had to get her out of his head if he wanted to enjoy the rest of the night, but she had made him so horny that it was hard to think. Usually any girl would do, but right now he had a particular craving and it wasn't something that he was exactly proud of. Usagi—that crazy, hormonal teenager he constantly bullied and the one that he just went all the way to second base with. What was the world coming to?

As he moved through the dance floor, by chance he saw her dancing with another blonde he didn't recognize. They were grinding each other sexily with their hands in the air, clearly enjoying the looks they were receiving from the guys around them. They were certainly a delightful sight and he took a moment to absorb a view he'd only ever witnessed from older, more sexually aware women. Somehow Usagi noticed him in the crowd and blew him a kiss. It was completely unprovoked and unexpected and totally random, yet perfectly sexy in every possible sexy way.

What was going on with that girl today? Usually she was predictable and childish, but tonight she had continued to throw him curve ball after curve ball and it made her sexier than ever. Her luscious body, sweet hips and that tempting tongue… How could he ever be in the same room with her now? All he could think about was the image of her pretty little lips wrapped around his finger and that would only lead to him imagine her mouth wrapped around his other, sexier parts as well. He swore at his train of thought, making his way toward the bar. Although he'd always believed it now he knew for sure. Usagi was definitely going to be the end of his sanity whether he liked it or not.

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