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 4

Not Far Enough

*Motoki*

He waited about two minutes before leaving the arcade's back office after Emerald. He really didn't want to talk to her after this and hoped she wouldn't look for him for the rest of the night. He knew it was mean of him, but right now he didn't really care. She was just some random girl from school and it he didn't have to talk to her again if he'd wanted. However, despite that, he wished he could be more indifferent to such fleeting relationships, but he just wasn't like that. Mamoru was pro at being an asshole, but he was the nice guy; being rude just wasn't his thing. Still, he would try his best to avoid her if he could.

Speaking of the devil, he made his way to Mamoru as soon as he spotted him across the room. They stood next to each other in silence as they watched the party before them. It'd been a while since they'd done this together since Mamoru was always a stickler for school and refused to hang out past dusk during the school year.

"Found anyone interesting?" he asked. Mamoru shrugged.

"Same old girls," he answered, passing him a Sapporo. They raised their drinks silently before chugging in a single take. It was go hard or go home. Mamoru passed him another for round two when someone approached them. It was Rei. Mamoru ignored her by turning his back and occupying himself with the swishing of his drink.

"Having fun?" he asked Rei since it seemed that Mamoru was in the mood to be rude. She nodded excitedly and looked around the room.

"Have you guys seen Usagi?" she asked. Both he and Mamoru shook their heads. "Oh, there she goes! USAGI!" Rei yelled into the crowd and was amazingly heard. Usagi turned around and made her way towards them dragging another friend behind her. Both girls staggered toward Rei laughing at something that must have been hilarious considering they held onto each other for support.

"Hey, guys!" Usagi greeted as she reached them. "This is Minako. She just moved here from London," Usagi introduced her laughing friend beside her. Minako was super-hot and had a nice smile and actually looked a lot like Usagi. Both girls had similar blonde hair and blue eyes, but Minako was a bit taller and had bigger breasts. He liked her already.

"Nice to meet you, Minako-san. I'm Motoki." They all turned to Mamoru, but he was staring out into space.

"And this is Mamoru-san," Rei hastily introduced him when he didn't say anything. Distracted, Mamoru nodded vaguely in her direction and moved on to his next drink.

"So are you drunk yet, Motoki-chan?" Usagi asked teasingly, taking note of the empty bottles behind him.

"Almost," he promised and Usagi laughed girlishly. She was adorable.

A classmate of his came up to Rei and pulled her to the dance floor. Rei followed right behind Chad before asking Usagi to come find her in little bit. Usagi nodded in agreement before walking to the counter he was leaning on and lifting herself up on it.

"Are you ladies finding everything all right?" he asked, focusing on Minako in particular.

"Yup," Usagi answered casually, trying to swipe Mamoru's beer out of his hand. He held it out of reach. "Everything's good." She made another grab at it and glared at Mamoru when she remained empty handed. "Let me get some!" she whined, but was answered with a sturdy 'no'. "You suck!" Usagi pouted turning her nose up at him.

"And you liked it," was Mamoru's nonsensical reply, which left him even more curious at what it meant once Usagi looked away spluttering.

As Minako stepped closer his entire attention was devoted to her. The look she offered gave him great ideas and not exactly saintly ones. That girl was blessed with the most beautiful lips he'd ever seen and he could think of a few ways to put them to work.

Minako stepped closer and took the drink out of his hand to place on the counter. She pulled on his wrist and he obediently followed as she led him to dance. She placed his hands on her waist and moved her hips sensuously. He bit the inside of his cheek. He knew she was young, yet his self-control was shaky. She didn't seem like that type of girl anyhow, but he had to be extremely careful not to steer her anywhere near behind closed doors.

*Mamoru*

He watched as Motoki and Minako went off together and Usagi sighed loudly, complaining how she'd gotten dumped once again. She scooted closer to him to reach over for his drink once more, but this time he let her have it. She was practically spilling out of her dress as she leaned towards him and there was no reason to turn away such a sight.

She grimaced at the taste and quickly sat down again, continuing to stare off into the dancing crowd. She ignored him as she pulled out her cell phone and started typing away for a while before setting it down to watch the crowd again. He picked it up to check the time. He should probably be leaving soon so he could wake up in time for work, (he didn't usually do weekends, but he had a very important meeting in the morning). She looked at him oddly, like she thought it was weird that he would try to snoop through her phone, but didn't say anything to him.

She had the same phone as him, but hers had a pink rubber case on it that had a smiling Sailor V in the back in her signature 'Victory' pose. He turned it over and pressed the button to turn on her screen. Her wallpaper was of a cat curled up sleeping on hot pink sheets. He opened her phonebook and proceeded to add himself as a contact.

What had caused him to do that, he had no clue, but just spontaneously felt like it. One would never know if there was ever an emergency that she needed to contact him. And although it was a lame excuse even in his head, he had no idea what he'd answer her if she asked him. Hopefully she didn't.

"What did you do?" she asked without looking at him. He pushed the phone back to her.

"Checked to see if you had naked pictures of yourself," he joked, realizing all too late of the missed opportunity. Now he'll never know.

"Mamoru-kun." He turned around at the familiar jest.

It was Cass, a longtime friend and fellow alumnus that he and Motoki hung out a lot with during their freshman year. Last time he'd seen her was about two weeks ago at her sister's birthday, but had spoken to her just yesterday. She was outgoing and always the life of the party. Oh and did he mention how she was super hot? It was an interesting story about how they met actually.

"Cass," he replied. She wore a floral dress with flat sandals, which was odd since he didn't think he'd ever seen her without heels before. "You look… short." She smiled, flattered that he noticed.

"Just came from the beach," she answered and he realized that part of her bikini was showing from the front of her dress.

"Now?" he asked skeptically. It was almost midnight. She gave him a teasing smirk.

"You know I love skinny dipping at night."

He glanced at Usagi from the corner of his eye. He didn't want her to think that he was flirting with Cass right in front of her. Cass was hot, but that was all Motoki's…

"Yeah well, that's great. Motoki's over there." He pointed somewhere far away. "And he's been wondering why you've been avoiding him." Usagi was texting on her phone feigning aloofness, but he knew that she was pretending not to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Really?" she muttered. "I don't really believe that, but whatever." Cass and Motoki had the weirdest thing going on between them and everyone always wondered when they were finally going to get together already. They hooked up all the time, but still managed to act as if they were only friends.

Even now, despite their limited contact the past few months, Cass was preparing Motoki's birthday gift. It was currently being set up in his uptown flat where it would become a permanent fixture since he and Motoki co-owned the place. Back in high school, he and Motoki were roommates and once they moved out on their own decided to leave it around as a remnant of their reckless years. Motoki had lent Cass his pair of keys to use it for partying or whenever for a few days, but she'd been using it for the last couple of weeks. Neither of them cared since she was one of the few people that he trusted, but Motoki was suspicious of her activities since she'd been avoiding contact with him.

"You don't think he'll try to drop by one of these days, do you?" Cass wondered.

"Maybe, I don't know," he answered, trying to end the conversation fast. He really wanted to get back to Usagi already. Cass shrugged understanding that she was this close to being ignored and so promptly left telling him she'd catch him later.

Glad that Cass had finally gone, he turned his attention back to Usagi. She was swinging her legs off the edge of the counter trying to ignore him. He moved closer and placed both hands on her knees, effectively getting her attention. She gave him a hard stare and he merely smiled back innocently before spreading her legs to wedge in between them.

"What do you want?" she asked annoyed even though her lips parted sensuously when he touched her. It seemed like they were back to the same old routine. He moved his hands up her outer thighs and heard her sharp intake of breath. He was hoping that she wouldn't mind picking up where they had left off.

"To take you home." She laughed lightly. He wasn't joking.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" she asked him sarcastically.

"Don't you have a curfew?" he retorted, but regretted it immediately. She stiffened and he braced himself for her to push him away and snap back angrily. It was probably not a good idea to keep insulting someone he was trying to bone; he really needed to stop this bad habit of his.

"Actually, I don't," she answered loftily, surprising him by acting perfectly calm. "I'm not a child anymore, Mamoru-san. I thought you had noticed by now." She gave him a tiny smirk and he didn't want to feed into her ego by telling her that yes, he had noticed. But goddamn it, of course he knew that she wasn't a child anymore, just look at her!

It took all he had to refrain from grabbing her roughly and rubbing himself into her right there with the look she was giving him. The sensuous curve of her lips illuminating sensuously in the light was ever so inviting and he tried not to imagine himself having sex with her in this position. The counter was the perfect height and everything.

"Show me then," he leaned down hovering over her irresistible little mouth. She pressed her forehead against his, keeping their mouths distanced.

"I don't have to 'show you' anything!" she responded, pushing him away so that they were no longer touching.

"But you will," he teased back, trying to get a reaction out of her.

"Keep dreaming," she mumbled, looking up at him with a playful smirk. He stared back, wondering why she was playing hard to get. He knew she wanted him.

What he was trying to figure out was just how far they could go. They'd been flirty for a while now, but today they had unexpectedly crossed into a whole other level. Clearly she had a crush on him (who didn't?), but how far did her attraction go? He had to find out. He placed his hand up higher on her thigh and she looked down to where he was touching.

"Mamoru," she said firmly. But it was hard to take her warning seriously when her bottom lip was trembling. She was just as turned on as him and he wanted to prove it to her. He moved his hand up higher, but she shakily placed her hand on top of his, effectively stopping him from going anywhere else.

She didn't say anything more, but the message had been clear; she wanted him to stop. He didn't move his hand away and gently squeezed her thigh, keeping eye contact with her so she understood what he wanted. She was just so tempting right now and he only wanted a taste.

He pulled her off the counter and not even a peep of protest came from her as he led her towards the dance floor; exactly what he wanted to hear. He was excited on the fact alone that he'd get to rub himself against her and wasn't sure that he would be able to abstain himself from thinking about ripping her clothes off, but he would have to try. He just wanted to prove a couple of things to her.

She swayed to the music and he followed her rhythm as he held her waist, loving the way she moved. She surprisingly wrapped her arms around his neck and boldly pushed herself up against him. He inwardly groaned. His dick was already rock hard and her sexy little body moving against it was like slow torture. But he had gotten the answer to his question. Oh she wanted him alright.

"Something wrong?" she asked with feigned innocence, casually placing a hand on his chest in fake concern. She was a sneaky little bitch.

"Don't play with me, Odango…" he warned. She was testing his boundaries while clearly enjoying torturing him in the process. Who knew that Usagi was so sexually devious?

He didn't want to have to be the one to teach her just how dangerous it could be to mess around with guys like this, but how else was he going to stop these little games. He could already feel his self-control slipping and he was pretty sure that she was not going to be prepared for what was going to happen next.

Without warning, he spun her around so she had her back to him and leaned over her shoulder biting her neck. She gave out a satisfying moan as he ground himself hard against her back, her mouth opened in unvoiced pleasure. They continued to dance and grind, their moves temporarily satisfying his needs while desperately having him wish for more. Her excited breathing thrilled him beyond measure and gave him the perfect preview to how she sounded in bed (and he liked what he heard).

He slowly moved them toward the back of the arcade where he had noticed it was much emptier. There he let his hands wander more freely over her, letting a hand creep lower over her stomach and come in between her legs over her dress. Oh how he wanted to explore all of her. Cupping her sweet center, he shivered in delight at the prospect of possibly getting to know Usagi a little bit better, but was thoroughly disappointed when she suddenly struggled out of his grip. She turned around and shoved his chest hard, apparently appalled at his roaming hands.

She stormed away from him without saying a word and he sighed; how had he known that this was going to happen? He followed her to the back of the arcade where she stood in a corner with her arms crossed over her chest. But what the hell did she have to be mad about? As far as he was concerned, she was moaning along to all his moves just a moment ago.

"Go away!" she yelled when she saw him approach, but he could tell that she was really trying to hide her red cheeks. Of course she couldn't hide that she loved getting touched by him.

"Don't overreact, Odango," he tried to reason, but all he wanted to do was push her against that very wall she was leaning on and just take her right there. He could already imagine it; he would lift her up and she would wrap her legs around him…

"I'm not overreacting! Don't think that you can touch me however you'd like!" she argued, her lips forming a determined line. "Can't you see where we are?"

"So which is it?" he wondered taking a step closer to her.

"What are you talking about?" she demanded moving further away. He didn't want her leaving again so he closed in on her and put both arms on the wall behind her. He moved in near her face so that she could hear him over the deafening music around them.

"You don't want me touching you?" She stayed silent. "Or is this just the wrong place to do it at?" As soon as she looked at him, he knew the correct answer. He leaned into her ear. "We can always go somewhere else."

"That's not happening," she mumbled embarrassed.

"Why not?" he asked, kissing her jaw line seductively. She didn't move or push him away so he took it as a sign to continue and made his way to her lips. "Are you scared, Odango?" She trembled at his words, but made no move to escape him. He kissed her and she closed her eyes, welcoming his advances. "Let me just play with you a little bit."

He captured her lips in an urgent kiss. She had to understand just how strong his need for her was. She let him have his way and moaned as he prodded her mouth open with his tongue.

She became weak against him and he placed both hands on the back of her thighs, gently lifting her so she could wrap her legs around him. When she whimpered as he crushed her to the wall, he knew that he had her in the palm of his hand. There was no reason for her to have even put up a fight in the first place. Women were easily seduced and Usagi had surely been conquered long ago.

He kissed her roughly and she kissed him back just as hungrily. He rubbed her thighs and squeezed her ass and she responded with louder moans. It was as if all of their tension was finally melting away and they simply let go of all their past history, moving forward with a different type of energy.

When she started unbuttoning his shirt and kissing wherever she could reach, he chose to forget her previous comment. She was giving him all the signals that he wanted and he was more than ready to take her home. Carrying her over to the back exit, they left out the open door where there were a couple of stragglers outside talking and smoking. He propped her over his car as he fished for his keys in his pocket. They could go anywhere; the night was young after all.

"What are you doing?" she asked, stopping his hand from reaching out to open his door. Her eyes were no longer clouded with lust, but were wide and bright in disbelief. She tried to move away from him, but he kept her pinned and kissed her before she spoke again.

"Come back to my place tonight," he mumbled onto her lips. "I'll drive you back home when we're done." She pushed him away.

"NO," she said in between gritted teeth, keeping her voice low so only he could hear. "I told you already. I'm not going home with you!"

"I want to fuck you, Odango. Now." She just stared at him in shock. He'd never asked for sex that directly before, but he didn't feel embarrassed in the least. He had officially reached his limit and his body was already screaming for some action. "We won't tell anyone. No one will ever have to know except us," he promised.

She was shaking in his arms and he knew that there was some kind of internal struggle going on inside her head. Her body reacted to his every touch because she craved him as he craved her, but that stupid logic was also working overtime (for once) and it was probably the only thing refraining her from getting inside his car and going home with him. He knew well of that mental struggle because it too was going on inside his own head as well. The only difference was that he was doing the opposite of her and acting purely on instinct now, purposely choosing to ignore all logical thoughts.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked getting off him and backing away.

"Usagi," he tried convincing her, cupping her cheek in his palm and giving her a smoldering look. She was probably the only girl in the entire place that would reject him a million times over just for the sheer fun of it, but right now it was really all about the chase and since Usagi never let him win for free, he had to work extra hard for her. If he was going to ever have sex with her tonight was probably the night and he had to play his cards right. "Come on, babe…"

"Are you drunk?" she asked him. "Because that would be the only way to explain how you believe that you're being reasonable! We haven't ever held a normal conversation since the day we met! Why would you think that I'd have sex with you? Because we danced and kissed a couple of times in one night? Get a grip!"

He had to give it to her; she was spot on. It was true, why now? After all these years of bickering and arguing they hadn't been anything more than acquaintances. But still he had to wonder: why not?

"If I was drunk, trust me when I say that your legs would have been spread wide open in the backseat of my car already." Her jaw tightened, clearly not appreciating his jest so he decided to take it down a notch. "I'm not drunk; I'm perfectly serious," he assured her. "I won't force you." He dipped his head to kiss below her ear before biting on her lobe gently. "Unless that's what you're into." Goose bumps covered her flesh and he smirked at her nervousness (he had a feeling that she would probably enjoy that, actually).

"Just get away from me!" she rushed, clearly not being able to handle his teasing. "Go home." He sighed disappointed, but backed away from her.

"You'll regret this," he promised.

"Trust me. I won't." She crossed her arms. "Because in reality, you're the one that's going to wake up tomorrow morning realizing how much of a fool you were the night before." He shook his head.

"Just don't come crying to me later when you realize what amazing piece of man candy you just turned down." She burst into sarcastic laughter.

"I can assure you that I'm not missing out on anything special!" He had to laugh in response.

"But I guess you'll just never know now, will you." She licked her lips self-consciously, but lifted her hand up to fix the collar of his shirt.

"Maybe you just aren't as impressive as you think." She gave him a small smile, letting her hand slowly slide down his chest. He caught it.

"I can prove that I am and much more. Given the opportunity, of course."

"I guess you missed your chance." He let go of her hand.

"If you insist." There was no point in pushing this matter further since she was clearly not changing her mind and he wasn't a sore loser either. Of course it was frustrating to know that he wasn't going to get to score with her, but he knew that other opportunities would arise eventually.

"You should go," she dismissed him looking away.

"Fine." He brought her chin up. "But I'm looking forward to seeing you around more often." He smoothed his fingers over her cheeks, taking note of how she positively shivered under his gaze.

"This doesn't change anything," she whispered hesitantly, but they both knew that was a total lie. He wasn't done with her, not by a long shot and now that he knew just how good it felt to have a taste of those sweet lips (and tits), he was definitely not planning on forgetting about them anytime soon.

"Whatever you say, Odango."

"This never happened!" she reminded him seriously as he got in the car, but he could see the tiniest of twitches on the corners of her mouth and he knew that she was trying her hardest not to smile. Oh Usagi, she was still in denial, but he paid her no heed. She'd see the light eventually. No matter what she thought this was definitely not over.

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