AN: Okay, so this is my latest one, the entry for Thursday, Dec 18th. I only have three more! This is my most mature one, you have been warned.

Title: Wanton Wish
Rating: M
Summary: Sailor Moon encounters a strange person claiming to be her fairy godmother after a battle. What will she do when her wishes come true?
Couple: SMTK
One Hour Challenges:
#135 Scene One of your 'Couple' are given three wishes by their fairy godmother.
#261 Sentence "Do you mind explaining why you're wearing my clothes?"
#383 Sentence "This guy's a restraining order waiting to happen."

Sailor Moon didn't go straight home after the battle. She was too worked up. Mars had yelled at her more than usual and Tuxedo Kamen had been forced to pull her out of the way of not one, not two, but three attacks that she really should have seen coming. His usual suave attitude had vanished by the third time he'd had to save her with yet another flying tackle and the muttered curses beneath his breath had wounded her.

She stood by the pond, kicking the ground with the toe of her bright red boot and calling herself all kinds of uncomplimentary things. She wanted to throw her broach in Mars' smug face and quit being a senshi. It would be nice to get a full night's sleep for once, she groused internally. She didn't understand how the other three could operate so easily on three or four hours of sleep every day.

Tears blurred her eyes as she flopped down on the dew-damp grass and stared up at the full moon. The glowing white orb swam in her watery field of vision, changing shape and taking on an unearthly luminescence as she fought to keep the tears from falling.

"Now, now, darling, what is the matter?" a kindly voice asked from behind her.

Sailor Moon leapt up and whirled about, staring at the old woman who had snuck up on her. She had powdery gray hair piled up in a beehive and was wearing a sparkly outfit that looked like a Halloween costume. She held a heavy-looking metal wand in her hand. A star-shaped ornament decorated the tip of the wand and it glowed softly in the darkness. She didn't look like an ordinary youma, but Moon wasn't about to take any chances. She reached for her tiara.

The old woman tsked disapprovingly. "Well, that certainly isn't the greeting I was expecting, young lady. And after I've traveled all this way to help you!"

The chastisement surprised the young senshi, "Who are you?"

"Why, I'm your fairy godmother, of course!"

"Um, right," Sailor Moon murmured, now thinking she was dealing with a senile old woman. "Since when have I had a fairy godmother?"

The woman just laughed and waved her wand around in a small circle. A bubble encapsulated them both and they floated up into the air over the city. When they were hovering over the arcade, Sailor Moon finally stopped hyperventilating and admitted she believed her. "Well, if that's all settled, then let's get started, shall we? I am going to grant you three wishes. Think carefully on them, dearie. What would you like?"

Now if Sailor Moon had been thinking properly, she probably would have wished for better fighting skills or for Beryl to have a change of heart and turn the Dark Kingdom into a haunted house or some such harmless thing. But instead, she blurted out, "I wish Rei would be nicer to me, that I could do better in school, and that Tuxedo Kamen wanted me."

An amused chuckle escaped the fairy godmother and she twirled her wand about while chanting under her breath. "Let's get you home," she decided after the sparkles disappeared, her tone motherly. The bubble they were in headed unerringly for Sailor Moon's bedroom and floated right through the wall. "Good night, dearest," she murmured with a strange glint in her eyes as she faded away.

Sailor Moon waved a dazed farewell before letting her transformation drop, revealing her favorite pair of bunny pajamas. She bounced into bed, wondering if the spell would work and how long it would take before she noticed.

The next morning

Usagi stretched and sat up in bed, jolted out of a pleasant dream by the very unpleasant buzzing of her alarm clock. She whacked it twice for good measure before slipping out from under her covers and reluctantly getting dressed. A loud rumbling from the street caught her attention and she poked her head out of her window to glower at a helmeted motorcyclist who was idling across the street from her house. "Some people," she snapped in irritation.

She slammed her window shut, though it didn't reduce the noise pollution much and gathered up her things, mentally preparing herself for the obligatory mad dash to school. As she sullenly dragged herself down the stairs, she was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. Curiosity filled her, then dread as her father's friendly greeting was replaced with a growled, "Usagi!"

She skidded around the corner and stared in shocked horror at her dad's face, "What?"

"This boy says he's here to pick you up for school!" Her father's face was redder than she'd ever seen it and she was worried about his health.

The words sank in slowly and she repeated herself an octave higher, "Wha-a-at?" She attempted to peer around her father to the boy on the other side, but he blocked her move by slamming the door shut.

Usagi's mother saved the moment as she fluttered over, fussing over her husband and guiding him away from the door, tossing Usagi a smile that both encouraged her to go and warned her that she would be waiting to hear all about this after school. Usagi watched them go before timidly opening the front door.

She gaped when she realized it was Mamoru and that he was wearing an amused smile and a motorcycle jacket. He held a purple helmet out to her silently. Closing her mouth with some effort, Usagi pulled the door behind her closed sharply before demanding, "What are you doing here?"

"I should think that's obvious," he drawled lazily, although she could clearly read the confusion in his eyes. He didn't look like he understood his presence here, either. "I'm giving you a lift to school."

"No thanks," she replied curtly and attempted to sidestep him.

Mamoru anticipated her, his expression suddenly very intense as he blocked her in between his body and the door. "Usagi-chan," he muttered, watching her closely as her eyes widened in shock as her name, her proper name, fell from his lips, "would you please allow me to drive you to school?"

Oh, he was smooth, she had to give him that. Trapping her against him and then using that velvety voice to cloud her thinking was just diabolical. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could only nod weakly. Her response pleased him, because he drew back with a small smile and brought the helmet up and fitted it over her head. As he adjusted the chin strap for her, she shivered as he caressed the sensitive skin along her jaw. His eyes darkened as he watched her react and just before he snapped her visor down, he deliberately ran a knuckle over her bottom lip.

Usagi was once again gaping at him, this time from behind the privacy of a tinted visor as he lead her to his motorcycle and lifted her up to sit behind him. He guided her to sit as close behind him as possible, fitting her legs around his, and pulling her arms around his stomach. She fussed bit with her skirt, worried it would ride up or get caught in the wheels, and tried not to think about how shamelessly she was pressed up against his back. She resolved to put a little distance between their bodies once they got started, but Mamoru revved the engine up and took off and she instinctively held him tighter, tucking her face against his back as she held on for dear life.

Mamoru smiled contentedly as her legs and arms squeezed about him. He'd been needing to feel her touch almost since he'd gotten home from the battle. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so obsessive about the girl, but something was keeping him from contemplating it too closely. And of course, he had to focus on driving with her sexy little body glued to his. Not that he was complaining. He'd purposefully chosen the bike just to feel her cling to him like this.

All too soon, he was in front of her school and he carefully spun out, enjoying Usagi's panicked grip as she tried to burrow into his skin. Pulling off his helmet and shaking out his hair, he grinned at the death grip her pale fingers had on his leather jacket. Slipping off his driving gloves, he gently pried her fingers loose so that he could swing off the bike.

Usagi looked up in shock at the gates of her school and the gaping students lining the sidewalks. She was grateful for the tinted visor, especially when Mamoru fitted his large hands to her waist to lift her off the bike. His thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts and she gasped, staring up at him. His hands twitched again as he set her on her feet and she realized he'd done that on purpose. He took his time removing her helmet, this time cupping her chin in his hand and staring at her lips hungrily. She didn't see that as a warning and was completely stunned when he pulled her flush against him and kissed her passionately, his tongue demanding and gaining entrance into her mouth. His hand skimmed down the column of her throat and curved over her breast, testing its weight in his hand. She stiffened, then leaned into his touch.

He pulled back suddenly, as if forcibly restraining himself from continuing his very public seduction of a minor. They stared up at each other for a long moment, their breathing ragged. Mamoru's head dropped onto her shoulder and he panted into her neck, "Gods, I want you, Sailor Moon. Get that cute ass of yours into school before I abscond with you."

Usagi jumped away from him as if burned, making a mental note to ask Ami what 'abscond' meant. She wavered a moment, not sure what she should say to him after all this, but he was swinging himself gingerly onto his bike and pulling his helmet back on. "I'll be waiting for you after school," he told her before snapping his visor down. She shivered at the look on his face and she suspected she was only receiving a temporary reprieve from his lustful advances. She shook her head as he stared at her, making no move to leave, then whirled about, racing into the school building, seeking refuge in the nearest bathroom to calm her racing pulse and her unruly thoughts.

At lunch, a much calmer Usagi filled Makoto and Ami in about the strange behavior Mamoru had been exhibiting. She didn't tell them he knew she was Sailor Moon, because his words had frightened her with how close they were to her wish and she was slowly becoming more and more convinced that Mamoru was Tuxedo Kamen and that she had forced this behavior on him. She felt incredibly remorseful as she vaguely listened to Makoto and Ami discussing the issue.

Suddenly, Makoto burst out, "You've got to be kidding!" Usagi's head snapped up and she followed Makoto's pointing finger to spot Mamoru striding across the school lawn in her direction, "This guy's a restraining order waiting to happen."

Usagi stood up, not sure if she should run or confront him. Makoto stood, too, no doubt ready to bash his brains in, but she hesitated a moment too long and was unable to run interception as Mamoru swooped Usagi up in his arms and muttered, "I couldn't stay away. I've been thinking about you all day." His lips crashed down on hers again, sending her senses reeling. He lifted her up, seating her atop the picnic table, leaning over her so that her breasts were crushed against him. He found the hem of her shirt and slipped his warm hand underneath the fabric, stroking the soft skin of her lower back, distracting her as his other hand slipped under skirt, wandering along the outside of her thigh. She whimpered into his kiss as she surrendered willingly, fisting one hand in his silky black hair. His hand slid inward, skimming the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

Usagi squeaked and jerked away, tumbling backwards, splayed out on the table top. Immediately the poleaxed Makoto sprang to life, shoving Mamoru away from Usagi as Ami gathered the shocked and humiliated blonde to her in a comforting embrace. All three stared at Mamoru, taking in the hungry, frustrated look in his eyes. The predatory glint slowly faded from his eyes as he watched Usagi, guilt filling him at the mix of fear, arousal, and confusion he could read on her face. He ran a hand through his hair and gave her a look of abject helplessness. He tried to take a step towards her, but Makoto shoved at him again.

Usagi watched as he seemed to recover himself. He stepped back, his gaze flickering from hers to Ami and then Makoto and back. He seemed confused and horrified. She licked her too dry lips and watched in fascination as the heat returned to his gaze. He groaned suddenly and whirled away, stalking across the campus. The roar of his bike filled their ears moments later, but the girls didn't relax until the sound had faded away.

Much to everyone's surprise, Usagi had an excellent day in school. She knew the right answers every time she was called on, she got a B on her pop quiz in English, and all of her homework was complete and ready to be turned in. Her last class was gym and as she got dressed out, an idea struck her. "Mako-chan," she whispered, "run into me during laps. Make it look good, so coach will let you take me to the office. I want to leave early and avoid you know who."

Makoto thought it a great idea and she ran into Usagi with gusto before they'd even completed the first lap. She ended up piggybacking the blonde to the office. Luckily, the nurse was a soft touch and she wrote them both excuse notes. "Well, should I drag your butt home then?" Makoto laughed, although she was very sorry for Usagi's sprained ankle.

Usagi nibbled on her lip, "I have a better idea."

Grandpa Hino was thrilled when two of his granddaughter's beautiful friends turned up and asked if they could spend the day helping out at the shrine. He even let them borrow some of Rei's miko outfits. They tied their hair back in low ponytails to better look the part. Since she was still favoring her ankle, Usagi was set up in the booth where they sold protection amulets and fortunes. Makoto helped Yuuichirou tend to the grounds.

Rei was in a really good mood as she arrived home. She headed over to the booth, expecting to find her grandfather, "Usagi-chan? What are you doing here?" she asked, confused. Then, as she took in Usagi's appearance, she added, "Do you mind explaining why you're wearing my clothes?"

Usagi flushed and she quickly filled Rei in on her brilliant plan to hide from Mamoru here at the shrine and Makoto's thought that if they were dressed like shrine maidens, it would help ward him off if he did find them. Rei pursed her lips and then beckoned her grandfather over, deciding she needed to consult the Great Fire and that she needed Usagi with her. Her grandfather looked disappointed, but let them go, putting Makoto in charge of the charms.

Ami arrived much later, a frustrated expression on her face. "He's following me everywhere!" she groused. "Has Rei come up with a solution yet?"

Makoto shook her head, "Sorry about that, Ami-chan. Rei thinks he's under some kind of lust spell, but she can't figure out why. She's trying to figure out what it will take to make it wear off."

Ami nodded wearily, "I guess that's our only option. I just hope it isn't something like having to get Usagi out of his system," she muttered darkly, knowing Makoto would understand what she was intimating. It was asking far too much of the diminutive bluenette to come out and say something like that.

Makoto, on the other hand, had no such problems. "He's not gonna just get his rocks off and then toss her aside, Ami-chan," she replied just as darkly. "If that's the solution, I say we just neuter him." She grinned at her horrified friend as they both contemplated the mental image she'd created.

Usagi and Rei emerged a moment later, frustrated and tired. But Rei never complained, even when Usagi lost her balance and knocked them both into the side of the booth. A beeping noise distracted them and Luna ordered them to the park. Forgetting all other issues, the four abandoned the shrine, ducking into the woods behind the main building to transform before speeding their way into the park.

Almost immediately, Tuxedo Kamen was on their trail, his frustration at losing Ami in the crowds at the street mall vanishing. He was finally going to see her again and he was not letting her slip away. His crush on Sailor Moon had erupted into a full-blown obsession overnight and he was no longer concerned with why. He wanted her in every way a man could want a woman. He wanted to hold her, to love her, to fight beside her. He needed to kiss her, touch her, and he was dying to be inside her. He knew he had to find a way to hold back the lust so that she could believe in the love he had for her. It was incredibly difficult to think through the haze of desire that clouded his mind whenever she was near him, but he was determined to do it, for her sake.

His chance came when he saved her from being impaled by the youma. Mars and Jupiter simultaneously attacked and Moon launched her fatal blow a second later. He hadn't released her and she hadn't demanded it. He leapt away, carrying her with him to his apartment.

"You ran from me," he accused softly as he set her down on his bed.

She nodded, chewing on her lip, "I needed to talk to Rei."

"About?" he prodded as he stood behind her and let his transformation fade away.

"About what I've done," she whispered to her gloves.

"What you've done? I don't understand."

She gazed at him helplessly, "I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I made a stupid wish that you would want me and now all of this has happened," she wailed at him.

He merely raised an eyebrow, amused, "You made a wish."

"And my fairy godmother made it come true," she muttered unappreciatively. Then she squared her shoulders and looked at him, "but I'm willing to do what we have to in order to break the spell."

"Do what we have to?" He was completely lost.

She gestured at the bed, "You know, so that you can get it out of your system."

Mamoru saw red for a moment at the idea that bedding Usagi would put an end to his desire for her. He sat down beside her and pulled her into his lap, running his hands over her sides, forcing himself to stay in neutral territory. "I don't think I'm ever going to get you out of my system," he confessed. "You may have given me a push, but I've wanted you since we met." He caught her chin and forced her head up, waiting until she finally raised her eyes to his, "I love you. I realized that thanks to all the crazy stunts I've pulled today. It's not just about kissing or touching you, although, I really like that. But I need you, the person you are, in my life like I need air." She was smiling at him now and he exhaled sharply. "Don't make me do all the talking here."

Sailor Moon threaded her gloved fingers through his hair and shifted on his lap so that her chest was pressed to his and she could feel his arousal under her skirt. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, seeking out his waning self-control. His hands slid down her sides and cupped her bottom. He felt her gasp wash over his face and looked up at her, gauging her reaction. He couldn't see her well in the darkness of his bedroom, but he had the feeling she'd been waiting for him to look at her. "I feel the same way," she finally whispered as she slowly closed the distance between their lips.

As they kissed he felt her transformation fade. Her fingers released his hair and he gasped as she mimicked his action this morning, skimming her hand down his throat and gliding over his muscled chest. He pressed her hips down sharply in response as her fingers brushed his nipple. "We should stop, Usako," he groaned. "You're not ready for this." She pouted at him and he sighed, "We have plenty of time for that, I promise."

Usagi sighed and slid off his lap, crossing the room and slipping out onto his balcony, knowing he would follow. As she stared up at the full moon, she felt his arms circle her waist. She shifted her gaze up to meet his, telling him she loved him with her eyes.

"Say it, Usako," he whispered huskily, his eyes filled with a different sort of need, "please."

"I love you, Mamo-chan."