Mamoru had a bemused smile on his face as he spoke to his mother over the phone. Really, he knew the conversation should annoy him greatly, she just wouldn't let up on his being single, but something about his mother loving him and being genuinely concerned for him caused him to have more patience with it all.

"Mom, I have class tomorrow evening."

"But…" she sighed, admitting defeat. "I just got used to last semester's schedule." She walked over to the fridge with his new university schedule held to it with a rose magnet. "Thursday," she said, deciding on a different day. "How about if I find out if Thursday works for them?"

"Write down 'study group' in pen on that embarrassing schedule you keep. Sorry I can't."

"Why is it embarrassing?" She asked, confused.

"Most mothers put your grade school things on the fridge door, Mom."

She huffed out an amused laugh. "It's not like I put your molecular biology paper on the fridge door, Mr. Smarty Pants. It's just your schedule."

He smirked and said, "It's there so that when you have people over, they can notice it, and you can tell them your son's pre-med."

"That's not why… but it is a benefit." She couldn't help herself. She smiled hugely. He was correct as to why she kept it there after all.

She then got back on the subject. "When can you meet her?"

"On Friday, I can. But the real question is, will I? No. Mom, this is my life, and I'm busy right now. I'm pre-med, and it's a lot of work. I don't have time to be set up."

She frowned and bit her lip. "And I think you don't have the time to put this off…."

"Hunh?"

She let out a long slow breath and then said, "I really do get what you're saying. You're brilliant, but with your schooling, you put in a ton of hard work. Especially with the med school you want to get into. I believe you don't have much free time." she made a tisking sound and continued, "Are you against marriage?"

"Mom, that's not fair. Just because I'm not looking doesn't mean I never want to marry."

"Except it does mean something, Mamoru. I'm not saying there aren't going to be good single women out there when you finally look around, but this one won't be."

"If she's dating someone-"

"She's not," his mother said, cutting him off. "But I don't know why. It feels like it's a sign to me that she should be dating you, though."

"Any good woman won't put up with my schedule, Mom."

At that, she scoffed. "She has plenty of friends to get together with, and she's not the type to ignore them once she's dating. She wouldn't need to be around you constantly."

"I'll think about it," he finally responded.

"I know what that means. But fine. I'll drop it for now."

Mamoru sat at his regular place at the arcade counter as Motoki poured him a coffee he knew he would order. As he pulled his books out, he said, "How's Rita?"

Smiling, Motoki leaned against the counter and said, "Good. She was so excited to talk to me last night. Dr. Akito complimented her on an observation she made."

They both knew what that meant, and Mamoru smiled. Professor Akito was the reason she applied to that program. He was brilliant. But the problem was he was notoriously hard to please. He took the attitude that if his students weren't going to be shining examples in their field, he didn't want to waste his time on them. After all, they would eventually be his colleagues, and he didn't want anyone dragging down the reputation of his profession.

As a future medical doctor, Mamoru understood. After all, a horrible doctor can do the same thing to the profession by embarrassing them all. He did keep quiet about that, though.

Mamoru smirked, "While I'm glad for her, it's hardly a surprise. She's brilliant, and it makes sense that Dr. Akito would recognize that. He's hard on the grad students, but he's smart."

Motoki shook his head in amusement. "I'll tell her that. Coming from the genus Mamoru, it will mean a lot."

Blushing uncomfortably, he deflected, "I would think it would mean more from her professors."

"You forget you're my best friend, and she wants you to like her."

"I do. She knows that."

"True." Motoki picked up a towel and wiped down the counter in front of him. He did that reflexively whenever he wanted to bring something up, and Mamoru knew it, and it made him nervous. "Seeing anyone?"

The change in the subject should have shocked him, but after the conversation with his mother, it didn't. Mamoru teased, "Are you asking me out? Rita would be pissed."

Motoki's head whipped up in shock. "No! What?"

"I'm joking."

Motoki nodded and pressed on. "It's just that there's this girl. And well…I think the two of you'd be a good fit."

Mamoru sighed, "Have you been talking to my mother?"

"No, why?"

"Because she has someone she wants to see me up with."

At that, Motoki frowned. He respected Mamoru's mother a lot, but he was a bit put out that she would try to set up Mamoru with someone when he was sure he had the perfect woman for his friend. "Are you free Friday?"

"I'll tell you what I told my mom. Yes, but it's not happening."

Usagi tripped down the front stairs of the political science building. She landed on her knees, and all her things spilled out. Mumbling, she said, "How is it even possible for my zipped bag to spill out?!" She groaned when she noticed that said zipper had broken. "Dang."

Before she could even begin to sort through her things, she noticed two black dress shoes and a pair of gray slacks in her field of vision. She looked up when she heard a nice voice ask, "Can I help you...?"

"U-Usagi," she supplied, blushing at the handsome man. He had black hair and piercing blue eyes. The blush that stained her initially embarrassed her, but then she shrugged it off. She realized there would have to be something wrong with her if he didn't affect her so strongly.

She watched, and he bent down and began gathering her things for her. "Usagi," he began, and she loved the sound of her name on his lips. "Are you okay?"

She was sure he thought something was wrong with her mentally. She had just tripped over nothing, falling down the stairs like a weirdo, and then she barely got one word out, and she was staring at him.

Managing to shrug, she said, "I'll be fine. I fall a lot. It's my thing." She then began helping him pick up her shattered things.

Offhandedly he said, "Growth spurt. It's normal to struggle with coordination."

She blinked at him, and then her shock morphed into a glare. "I'm nineteen."

Mamoru's head snapped to look at her. "Sorry. I thought…"

"That I was fourteen? I get I'm dressed in pink, but sheesh. I'm a freshman here!"

"No! It's not that!" he rested back on his heels as he squatted there. He looked apologetic when he said, "You don't wear a ridiculous amount of makeup. I thought all the university girls here did."

She cocked her head. "I'm not sure how to take that."

"Even I know what winged liner and false eyelashes are. That's how excessive it is."

"That you know about 'women things'?" She asked, irritated.

"No!" He frowned. "I'm coming off like a jerk. Sorry. I'm an only child, and I've never dated. I don't have a lot of exposure to makeup and things."

"Don't you have female friends?"

"One, and she's dating my best friend. And she lives in Africa right now on an internship for her grad program."

Usagi cracked a small smile. "I bet you know what pound paper your textbooks are made out of."

"50-pound white uncoated paper," he replied quickly.

She smiled a genuine smile then. "I'm understanding now. Let me guess, you have a really hard career path." she held up her hand and looked at him. "Let me guess. Hmm... lawyer?" She quickly shook her head. "No, doctor."

"Yeah, doctor. How did you guess?"

"It's the only thing that makes sense. Hot guy who doesn't date. You're either a total jerk, which doesn't seem to be the case, or you're focused on your studies."

"How do you know I'm not a jerk?" he really wanted to know since, for some reason, it pleased him that she didn't think that was the case.

"You're getting dirt on the knees of your nice pants to help a klutzy stranger retrieve her things from the ground."

"And how did you know I'm pre-med?"

She laughed loudly and said, "It was a guess. I just thought about what would be the most embarrassing thing for you to be."

"I don't understand."

"If I went to get treated for a rash and you walked in as my doctor, it would be mortifying!"

"Why?"

"Going to a hot doctor with an embarrassing problem? Yeah, that would be awful." It was then she noticed he was blushing, and she couldn't, for the life of her, figure out why.

Once they had all her things back in her bag, he offered her his hand and helped her stand. As he did, he examined her knees. "You're bleeding."

"Yup. I carry band-aids. As I said, I fall a lot."

Mamoru frowned and struggled with what to do next. He heard his mother telling him that there would always be great women out there, but he could lose a chance with one by waiting too long.

"Umm… Would you come with me to the med building? I can get you cleaned up before you put on any band-aids. It will prevent any infection." Aaannnd he was officially embarrassed. He couldn't believe he had just said what would sound like an excuse to touch her long sexy legs. He was more than a little mortified that he thought they were sexy too.

Usagi watched him blush –again. She gave a slight nod. "I would appreciate the help. I have trouble washing out my own cuts. I'm a wimp about pain."

She followed him in nervous silence towards the med building, and halfway there, she stopped dead in her tracks. That stopped Mamoru immediately too. "Gosh, I seem like a leach, don't I? You were just being nice, and I…."

He shook his head. "Please let me help you."

Two weeks later and Mamoru was the happiest he'd ever been. And the reason had just knocked on his door.

He let her in and smiled down at her. "How was it?"

Usagi gave him a teasing smile. Just one of the many kinds of smiles he loved so much of hers. "Great. Makoto even made lunch –my favorite. It was awesome. Did you finish your paper?"

"I did." He smiled down at her and wrapped his arms around her. "Are you sure you're okay with me having to block off time for you?"

She playfully shoved him and rolled her eyes. "Dork. Of course, I am. Plus, technically, I did the same. I'm getting together with Minako to go shopping later."

He hadn't met her friends yet, nor had she met his friends. They were early on in spending time together and were enjoying getting to know each other. Still, he knew about all her friends.

Mamoru asked, "Does this shopping trip have a theme?"

"Always." Usagi then blushed. "She called it 'Operation Drive the Boys Wild.' Remember, she only knows I met a cute guy. I haven't said…." She frowned. "We aren't really together."

She didn't see Mamoru's expression get stony, but she heard it in his tone of voice. "Yeah. I guess so." He then stepped back from her."

She crossed her arms and stomped her foot –she was instantly mad at his reaction. "No. You don't get to pull that tone with me –pre-med-boy."

"Pre-med-boy?"

"Mr. Future Dr. then," she amended. "You have been very clear about me NOT being your girlfriend."

"How?!" he asked defensively.

She rolled her eyes at him dramatically. "You have to be kidding me! You clarified the boundaries, and I have stayed in my lane the whole time."

"Boundaries?"

"We kiss on your couch, share parts of our lives, and then I get sent home. And no dates. You don't risk anything where you would have a chance to be seen with me in public. You don't even talk to me at University."

"No shit I don't want to be seen with you in public," he snapped. He completely missed that she started crying. He just scoffed and said, "When you get tired of me, I don't want my parents and my friends to ask what happened. What the hell am I supposed to say? She moved on, and now I'm heartbroken?!"

She blinked, and he finally noticed her tears. They had stopped, though. "I'm ending things with you? I'm confused. Why?"

"You're perfect. You don't get mad when I have to study, and you even encourage me to spend time in the library. You're also freaking sexy as hell, funny, the kindest woman I've ever met, and the highlight of my days. What do I have to offer?"

Usagi laughed in his face.

"Baka. I'm already very attached to you. It's good I like you for other reasons than your brains since you're acting so dumb now." She pressed herself into his arms and rested her head on his chest. "Apparently, I'm not throwing myself at you enough for you to realize how much I like you." She then wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tightly.

Mamoru kissed the top of her head and said, "You scare the heck out of me. I need you too much."

"Or… The exact right amount. After all, I need you too."

He held her close and whispered, "Would you be my girlfriend?"

She whispered huskily, "Yes, Mamo-chan."

That caused him to breathe in her scent as he held her pressed to his now excited body. He loved how she smelled.

"I'm so glad."

Usagi bit her lip. She could feel the evidence of his current feelings pressed against her. Not surprising her at all, she found hers matched his. "Want to kiss on the couch again?"

He immediately pulled her to the couch with him, and she settled into her usual position next to him. Their lips locked together, and she moaned into his kiss. She was lost in the feeling of being pressed to his side.

Then a thought fluttered across her mind. She had wondered if she wasn't being obvious enough about her feelings. She realized if she was bold enough, she could do something about that.

Mamoru let his hand drift down Usagi's body. As he did, he let it slide below her waist just enough to begin to feel her sexy rounded bottom. It was bliss.

He felt her shift, his world exploded, and he almost came in his pants instantly. She was not only in his lap, but she was straddling him for the first time, and he was so turned on. He cupped both her butt cheeks in his hands and pressed her to him tightly. Then she shifted and rubbed against him, and that was when he almost lost it.

He didn't want to stop.

He encouraged her with his hands to keep rubbing against his hard cock. As he did, he deepened the kiss and tried to overwhelm her with his passion.

Usagi was grinding against him and feeling very overwhelmed. Ultimately, she pulled back from his kisses, arched her back, and gave herself over to the sensation of rubbing her core up against his hard shaft. She moaned out in pleasure.

Mamoru was trying desperately not to cum in his pants immediately. He was fully aware it would happen eventually though. He just didn't want it all to end too quickly. He hissed in pleasure as she continued to drive him wild.

He had to force himself not to drag her back on top of him when she hopped off his lap quickly. As much as he wanted to pull her back and thrust against her, he wouldn't be an ass about it all.

Usagi was now sitting next to him, panting for breath with wide, dilated eyes. He took one look at her and sprang from the couch. He next began making his way towards his room, he had one thing on his mind. Get to the bathroom and then jerk off until he would be able to control himself around her.

"Are you mad?" Usagi blurted out.

That question halted him and looked back at her. "No. Why?"

"I-I climbed on you and… You know, without asking, and now you're storming off."

He spun to face her completely. "I am so far from being mad, Usagi. I have to…. Take care of something before I can be around you safely." He raked his eyes over her disheveled flushed body. "I'm only so strong."

"You liked that?"

"How could you not tell?!"

She blushed. "I was pretty distracted by how much I was enjoying myself."

He chuckled darkly. "You were not the only one. Trust me."

Never one to be timid when she wanted something she felt she should get, Usagi pulled off her shirt and then her bra. "Do you like this?"

He nodded dumbly, staring at her breasts. "Yeah. So much. I love your boobs."

She stood and hesitantly asked, "Want to… Can we kiss and touch on your bed?"

"I need to 'take care' of something first so I can trust myself with you like that."

Usagi bit her lower lip, unknowingly driving him crazy. It was her words that really sent him reeling, though. "Why, when I want… I want to have sex with you."

His eyes popped comically wide. "I'm taking that as consent," he said quickly. "I can, right?"

"I would be mad if you didn't."

He pulled her back to his front, and his left hand went directly to her breast. He ran his right hand over her stomach and down under her skirt. He then slid his hand beneath her panties, teasing her pubic hairs. "May I?"

Had he been doing anything else, his formal words would have made her laugh. Now as it was, she just nodded energetically.

Mamoru pinched her nipple as he took the middle finger of his other hand and slid it down in between the folds of her wet pussy. She moaned, and he began fingering her clit.

Usagi was lost. She was arching her back and breast into his hand and rubbing her clit against his talented future doctor fingers.

There was no realization in her at all that she was still standing in his living room, coming completely undone from his touch. All she knew was she needed more and that there was even more pleasure waiting for her. She knew because the buildup was so intense.

She orgasmed, and she went limp in his arms. Mamoru kissed her neck and whispered. "I'm holding you up by your boob and your pussy right now. Do you know how hot that is?"

"I just orgasmed. I think I'm learning how amazing this all is."

He smiled. They had discussed quite a lot, including their dating history or lack thereof in Mamoru's case. They both knew this was all a first for both of them.

"Do I need to get condoms?" he asked.

"Pill. I'm fine without it."

He nibbled at her neck. "That works for me."

He then slid his hand from her skirt, made her turn around, and he had her watch as he licked his fingers clean. He was glad when she didn't flinch. He hadn't had sex, but he had a lot of vivid fantasies about her before.

He brought her to her room, and he stripped off her skirt and then her panties. Last, he worked her thigh-high stockings down her long legs as she lay on his bed.

"At some point, I remember thinking I was a gentleman."

She gave him a seductive look. "You were. We've moved on from that –happily."

He chuckled, "Good. I'm glad we're both tired of that."

She spread her legs. "It's not like I want to behave either."

Before she could blink, his tongue was between her folds, licking her all up and tasting her like a special treat. Usagi was screaming out in bliss and pressing her pussy to his face. Excitedly, she realized she was going to orgasm again.

Mamoru spent the evening, well beyond his 'allotted time' tangled up with Usagi. She had made him pause for a bit so she could text Minako that she couldn't go shopping. She added in her message that she no longer needed to do anything else to drive a man wild. Her friend happily dropped the trip, excited to hear what happened later.

Mamoru held Usagi close that night after another fantastic round of sex. "I need you so much."

She smiled with what little energy she had left. "Same."

He laid her flat on her back and leaned over her. He searched her eyes as he dared to say. "I love you."

The "I love you, too" he got back thrilled him.

Introducing Usagi to his parents and Motoki ended up being quite entertaining to him. It turned out that his mother and his best friend both knew the exact perfect woman for him after all. Still, he was glad he found her himself rather than having been set up on a blind date with her.

He preferred their love story.