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Stepping out unto the balcony Mamoru let the cool crisp air brush his face. His mind felt under so much pressure, and it wasn't because of the alcohol. Her words repeated themselves over and over again in his head. Rationally he knew that she was only living out her fantasies but something in him made him wonder.

It was only a few minutes he was out there before he felt two small hands make their way from his back to his chest as a warm body pressed up against him. He stood there shocked; not daring to move around and face her, because he knew without even looking whose delicate body was touching his. He sighed lightly wanting to very much take advantage of this situation but knew he couldn't, knew she didn't truly like him. She liked Tuxedo Kamen, he thought to himself wryly.

"Mamo-chan," she breathed and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge, sending shivers down his spine. How much he longed for her to call him by such an endearment and now that she was he couldn't even be thrilled about it.

He turned slowly around, it being difficult because she wasn't letting go of him. Turning in her arms he faced her and gave her a smile. In the moonlight she was so breathtaking. At least he didn't have to pretend at the moment. He gently placed his hand on her cheek. She smiled back at him.

"Usako," he breathed as their faces inched closer. She giggled, obviously liking the loving nickname. His smile widened as it seemed everything he had wanted for two years was finally coming true, thoughts of her intoxication long forgotten in his mind.

Their eyes flittered shut. Their lips only brushing against each other's not quite yet in a kiss, Usagi said, "You look like him…Tuxedo Kamen…"

Mamoru instantly pulled away, shocked at her words. How could she be so illuminated when she was so drunk? Her eyes flittered open and stared at him confusion and disappointment evident on her face. She pouted.

"Why… why… do you say that?" Mamoru asked, panicked but trying very hard to act calm. His fingers ran through his hair as he stood there staring deep into her eyes.

She smiled and stepped back into his embrace. "You're eyes," she whispered. "You smell like him," she breathed as she leaned in and placed her head on his chest. This was not good. What was she saying? How could she possibly know they had the same scent? She was so convinced now as she sighed against him.

He laughed, a laugh that sounded forced even to his own ears. "That's ridiculous, I'm not him."

Usagi pulled back. "Yup you are," she said playfully, taping his nose with her index finger, her eyes bright and loving despite her mind-altered state.

"I can prove it," she said as her gaze lowered to his lips. Prove it, he gulped. How? She was making him so nervous, he hadn't meant for her to find out his secret on her own. But how could she possibly prove he was Tuxedo Kamen? What part of him did she know that she could use it to prove they were the same person? She didn't know enough about either versions of him to know for sure.

She closed her eyes as her lips lowered down to his before he could pull away. And then, she was kissing him. Her lips kissing him so softly and with so much emotion, he couldn't help but kiss her back. She was everything he wanted. She apparently knew his secret and she wanted him. His heart raced. He kissed her soft lips back with all the passion in this heart. His hands cupped her face, pulling her closer to him as her hands rose to his neck. He was intoxicated by her scent, it was like strawberries and cream… his mind wondered and then it came to him just how she knew who he was. He pulled back, his eyes wide as he stared at her still closed ones, her pink lips slightly parted.

"You're…" he started dazed and then her body went limp as she started to fall against him. He easily caught her and held her up against him as his mind processed what he had just found out.

"You're Sailor Moon," he whispered into the night.

He tried gently shaking her but she wasn't waking up. He just stood there, placing his chin on her head as he held her up, his eyes on the sky. His hand rose to touch his lips as the other remained on her lower back. She was Sailor Moon. There was no doubt about it now that he had the thought in his mind. Evidence was everywhere on her that she was her. She just screamed 'I'm Sailor Moon' now in his mind. The hair, the eyes, those long legs and her perfect body… her perfect scent that nearly paralyzed his senses in battle. And her kiss, those had been the same lips he had kissed so many times after heated battles. His heart had been torn before this very moment of realization. He had instantly felt a connection with 'both' of them. While Usagi had never shown any indication that she liked Mamoru, Sailor Moon had been smitten with Tuxedo Kamen from day one and so had he been with her. It was as if they shared some connection like they'd been in love for years. He loved her in a way that had been different from how he felt about Usagi. Since he knew he could never be truthful and tell Usagi how he felt, and had loved Sailor Moon from the start, he had kissed her own several occasions. Not thinking he would ever have a chance with Usagi, he had started to build a relationship of some sorts with Sailor Moon.

Now everything was perfect. She and Sailor Moon were one person. The reality of that numbed his mind and made his heart beat nearly out of his chest. He could have both of them. She was in love with him as Tuxedo Kamen and she had kissed him as Mamoru. He smiled into the night as he held her tenderly, her chest going in and out ever so softly against his. Then after what seemed like all too short of a time, he picked her up in his arms and carried her back inside.

As soon as he stepped inside all eyes were on him and the blonde in his arms. He smiled lightly and then without saying anything carried her into his bedroom. No way was he letting her sleep on the floor in her sleeping bag after knowing who she was and how she felt for him. Once in his room, he closed the door behind them for privacy. He knew that in no time at all the rest of them would be at his door peeking in for answers. He placed her tiny arms around his neck and then held her up with on arm, the other hand moving his comforter down. He carefully lowered her body unto the bed and released her arms from around his neck. Covering her still body, he tenderly kissed her forehead.

"Good night, my Angel," he whispered. "I love you."