So, I replied to someone saying that within an hour of the review, I would have this one uploaded, but my computer started freaking out and I had to shut if off for the night. I'm SO sorry! But now it's here!

Anyways…

This one is nice and hot for some of you who requested a more erogenous chapter. And it gets pretty sexy! ^^

I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer still applies.

Usagi peeped her head out of her tent. She looked around the camp. No one was out. It was as silent as death outside, and she smiled weakly. She exited and turned to round her tent, which was on the out skirts of the camp. She walked down a dirt trail through the trees she had found about a week ago and found a large rock. She sat atop it and pulled out a small case from her bra. Opening her communication device (which had buttons on one side and a pocket on the other), she petted the rose petal in the pouch with a finger. They hadn't had a battle in so long, about a month, and the last one was crazy. The youma they battled nearly killed her, but if it wasn't for Tuxedo Mask, she wouldn't be there now, looking down at the deep red petal she had to save. She had to see it tonight after a bad dream she just had of that youma coming back and trying to kill her again. She shivered- such a horrible dream…

"What are you doing, Odango?" she heard a deep voice ask. Her head flew up, her hair flipping back. Her hand automatically snapped shut and clenched the pink communicator in her hands. She looked to the owner of the voice and her eyes grew wide. The dream she had completely left her memory.

Shit! It's Mamoru! And he's… s-shirtless? She stood instantly and hid the device behind her back. She didn't realize that she had decided to go out there in just her underwear, thus making no effort to cover her lace-clad chest and silky short shorts. Her secret was more important to her than hiding her thin body from his wandering eyes. She couldn't help but look him over as well, noting how sexy he looked with the light glow of the moonlight on him.

"Well?" he asked after a minute. She then realized that he asked a question and scrambled to answer it.

"I-I was looking a-at a… a, uh…" she trailed off, unsure of what to say. Her communicator didn't look like anything earthly that he might recognize. A calculator, maybe, but it still looked foreign. He walked closer to her and eyed her suspiciously. She wanted to look down, but knew that if she did she'd see that chest again. "I come out here t-to relax…" And she didn't know what she'd do if she saw it close to her. His arms went around her bare waist and slowly slid down her back to her rump. She gasped as he gave a little squeeze before reaching her hand and plucking the communicator from her strong hand without a sweat. His hands slithered back to her front until his skin stopped all contact as he scanned the object. She watched his fingers trace the gold crescent on the front of it. He held it out to her, and her trembling hands took it back. He looked up from her hands to her face, letting his gaze pause momentarily on her chest.

"How often do you come out here?"

"Uh… every once in a while…"

"Do you always come out here in this, uh," he reached over and latched a finger in her bra strap, pulled it, and snapped it back to her skin. She jumped at the almost pain and the warmth of his finger. "limited amount of clothing?" She blushed, looking down to her breasts. She could feel his dark gaze burning a hole through the lace of her bra.

"I, uh, w-well, one time I came out here in only a sheet 'cause, you know, my clothes were in the laundry cycle and I wanted to relax and I-" she stopped, realizing that she was babbling. She was making herself look like a fool in front of him! "Umm… yeah…" She tucked the communicator in between her hip and underwear. The plastic was beginning to make her palms sweat.

No clothes 'cause of the laundry cycle? The image of her wrapped up in his dark silk sheets back home naked popped up in his head. Heat traveled up his neck, threatening to show in his face.

The blond ran a hand through her hair in attempt to relax. This man was making her nervous as hell. Her chest heaved as she took in a deep breath, and she couldn't help but notice how his eyes watched her every move like a hawk. Then she suddenly wondered, why did he grab her? It's Mamoru! They were supposed to be enemies!

"Mamoru… why did you grab me?"

The question caught him off guard. It was obvious why. This girl he marked off as a waste of his time was pretty hotunder her baggy clothing she was wearing on this trip. And seeing her in that lace with her hair (not in her usual Odangos) trailing down her smooth looking back… He was desperate to touch her. He knew very well why he did grab her. He just didn't know how to answer without coming off as a creep.

"I… don't know." he lied. She frowned.

"There must be a reason for you to grab me like that!" she began, kinda frustrated that he was lying.

"Wanna know the reason, Odango?" he whispered, using her dreaded nick name again. Her head bobbed up and down. He smiled down at her quirked eyebrow before tackling the blond to the ground, lips making contact with her neck. She yelped as she felt herself falling to the ground. She landed with a thud, and then was squished by his body as it smashed into hers. Her discomfort was suddenly forgotten when she felt him kiss her neck. Her back arched into him as he touched his tongue to her pulse. One of his arms slipped under her to wrap around her waist while the other's extremity groped her stomach, fingers barely grazing the bottom of her right breast. She moaned into the air, her eyes clenched shut and her head lolled to the side. He kissed up her outstretched neck until he reached her ear. "Does that answer your question?" he whispered, biting her ear slightly. She moaned again, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. She nodded quickly. He lightly licked the lobe. As a response, Serena dug her red nails into the skin of his back. The pleasure of being kissed like this by him felt so nice. Especially since she'd had a teensy crush on him ever since she bumped into him that day on the way to the arcade back in Tokyo. Okay, so it wasn't a teensy crush… It was kinda big… Especially right now…

His lips trailed back down her neck, dipping to kiss her chest. He slowly came back up to her jaw and then pulled away to look at her face. Her brows her furrowed, her eyes were shut tight, and her lips were parted, letting out short, breathy pants. She looked extremely sexy. He sat up, getting away from her before he could do anything more to the teen. He could take her right then and there if she'd let him! Her eyes flew open and watched him fly back. She sat up, feeling her back pulse, as there were imprints of the little pebbles that were on the ground in her flesh.

"I-I'm sorry…" she said quickly. D-did that really happen? Was Mamoru-baka just... k-kissing her? The strap of her bra was hanging down on her arm and her hair was dusty from the dirt below. Her face was red and her neck was glistening with sweat and some of his saliva. He groaned.

"It's not your fault…" He said. His pants were suddenly very tight in the crotch area.

"Why… why'd you stop?" she asked. What? She had to wonder! Things were going great just then! When he pulled away and sat back, she almost flew to him and began kissing him in the same way he just had her.

"Because… we'd…"

"Oh…" she was perfectly fine with that at that moment! Feeling all embarrassment wash away, she was left with a determined bravery that made her crawl over to him. "Just kiss me once before we stop completely…" she commanded him. His breath hitched as she leaned over him, her face close to his. He grabbed her head and kissed her lips, rolling her over and getting back on top of her. She opened her legs to get him closer to her, and he lightly groaned into her mouth. She moaned in response, her mouth opening when his tongue demanded it. She felt the bulge in his lower torso against her and rocked her hips once. The pressure in her belly was the second thing on her mind, the first thing him, and she wanted to get rid of it somehow. Her buck caused them both to moan at the friction caused in their most intimate parts. She threw her head back. He could only think of touching her and getting her to moan. His hand crept up on her breast and he lightly squeezed, earning a cry from the woman beneath him. He began kissing her neck again and slowly made his way to her breasts. He kissed one of the mounds just above the edge of her bra.

"Mamoru!" she cried out his name. The said man growled after hearing his name leave her lips in such an erotic tone. She thrust her chest toward his face. He slipped his hand beneath her and unhooked her bra, his mind foggy from his arousal. He took the piece of lingerie and threw it to the side. When he returned to her chest, he kissed her newly bared skin all over before taking a rigid nipple into his mouth and sucking. She moaned, biting her bottom lip. She found his dark locks and rung her hands through them, holding his head in place as he circled his tongue around the point at the center of her breast. He smiled, excited that he was the one making her arch her back and moan his name like that.

Feelings of pleasure were rushing through her body. They felt so good! But they also helped her to realize what could happen if they continued.

"M-Mamoru…" she started. He mumbled against her skin, 'causing her to moan.

"Hm?" he asked, switching breasts. She pulled his head up to her level and looked into his eyes.

"We… we need to stop…" she said. Her body was screaming to continue their activities, but her mind overpowered it. They couldn't. Not here. Not now. He nodded, slightly disappointed, but happy that she said something before he lost all control. He began to sit up and watched her follow him, her arms slipping from his neck and going to hide herself from him. He gently grabbed her arms and rubbed circles with his thumbs on the inside of her wrists.

"No need to hide yourself," he said, pulling her closer. Soon she was in between his legs on her knees, her breasts against his hot chest. "You're beautiful…" he whispered, pecking her once. She smiled up at him, a blush gracing her cheeks. She turned to lean on her left hand, grabbing her bra from the dirt behind her. When she returned to a straightened position, Mamoru had his lips on hers and began kissing her senseless again. Usagi wrapped her arms around his neck, her bra dangling from her fingers. His hands found her waist and he pulled her close. When she pulled away, he began kissing her jaw and ear.

"Mamoru…" Usagi said in a playful, warning tone. Her arms came down and held his arms, letting him kiss her a few moments longer. "C'mon… We've been out here for more than a half hour… They'll wonder where we are." she was referring to the large group of school kids down the path. They were taking a two week trip up into the mountains for a large science project. "Especially when the teachers… come by… to…" her words were more spaced and breathy as his hands began exploring her body again. Her eyes slowly closed. "Check o-on us…" His hands suddenly were off of her.

"That's true. We should get back." She opened her eyes and giggled. He stood, bringing her up with him. Mamoru coughed. "I'll turn around." Her brows furrowed in confusion. He pointed to her bra.

"Oh!" he chuckled and turned. She quickly put on the under garment, tapping on his shoulder when she finished. He turned back to her and held out his hand. She took it immediately and they walked back down the trail at their own pace toward the camp site, oblivious to the pink "calculator" on the ground behind them.

What'd you all think?