The next morning Usagi stirred awake, shifting comfortably in bed. Her hand gently caressed the silk sheets absentmindedly. Not focusing on anything in her peaceful state she once again shifted until she felt a warm body press up against her back and then a muscular naked arm lovingly wrap itself around her, holding her close. Her eyes shot open, her heart pounding in her chest. She let out a soft whimper of distress before she rolled out of his embrace and hopped out of bed. Only then did she turn around and face the man she had woken up next too.

Her eyes met the sleeping figure in complete shock. "Mamoru?" she asked softly into the room.

He didn't move. Usagi put a hand to her head. While she didn't feel any different, she couldn't remember anything from the night before. She must have drunk a lot, she thought to herself, and her advanced healing must have stopped her from having a hangover. But still… how could she have ended up in bed with Mamoru?

Tears rolled down her face as panic overcame her. She had never slept with a guy before and the first time she did she couldn't even remember it? She couldn't have… right? Especially not with him of all people. She looked down at her body to find that she was still dressed in her previous night's clothes. Taking a calming breath, she walked over to Mamoru's side of the bed. The blankets were covered up to his neck and she couldn't see if he was wearing any clothes. Kneeling down on the floor to steady herself, her hand slowly moved to the sheet covering him. She closed her eyes for a moment. This would either make her feel much better and have her anxieties put at ease or she'd be seeing something she did not want to see.

Opening her eyes she pulled down the cover. Mamoru lay there in breathtaking perfection. Her eyes fell to his bare chest and chiselled abs, as her hand, as if under a trance, softly ran her fingers against the bulging muscles. Why had she never realized how incredibly sexy he was? Her instant physical attraction was short lived however as Mamoru's hand rose to catch hers. Her body jumped in shock and her eyes found his staring at her in a happy and amused way.

"Good morning, Usako," he breathed, his arrogant smile on his lips. "You really do want me, don't you?" he teased seductively as he laughed deeply.

"Huh?" she asked, dazed, her hand still under his on his chest. Mamoru gave her a confused look.

"Last night…" he started and when she didn't respond he continued. "When you hit on me…"

Usagi's hand quickly shot away from under his. "What?" she shrieked. "I didn't do that. It was… you… what am I doing here anyways, Mamoru? What did you do to me?" she demanded, regardless of how childish it was to blame him for what they had clearly done.

Mamoru sat up in bed, sheet falling down to his knees to reveal black boxers. He gave her a harsh look. "Hey… you were the one that kissed me!"

"But but…" Usagi said, tears rolling down her face again.

His anger fell and he felt instantly regretful that he had spoken so roughly. He placed his arms around her back in an attempt to pull her up to him in a hug but she shivered under his touch. Was she that upset that he had crawled into bed with her last night? He had just wanted to talk to her first thing in the morning before she said anything about him being Tuxedo Kamen to her friends. Still… after last night's revelations why was she upset with that piece of information? Did she regret kissing him?

"I thought everything was perfect last night," Mamoru said softly. "You kissed me… and you said you were in love with me."

Usagi's eyes shot to his. "I never said that! And even if I did you shouldn't have taken advantage of me!"

"But I didn't. I just kissed you back before you passed out on me!"

"Then how did I end up in your bed, with you lying next to me, and and you dressed in only that," she said waving her hand up and down the lengths of his body.

Mamoru laughed as he finally realized the source of her anxiety and fear. "You think we did something?" he said through a chuckle. "You passed out and I brought you here. I wanted to make sure I could talk to you before you told your friends about that little piece of information you discovered last night. I like my secrets too you know."

"Secrets?" she asked, confused but curious.

"Yes," he replied, her confused look worrying him.

"I don't remember any secret," she said softly. "And I would never kiss you…" she said softly. "… I… like someone else."

His breath caught in his throat as all his bliss was swept away in that one confession. She didn't remember anything from the night before? She didn't remember the kiss… or their joint discoveries of the other's secret identity. How could she forget?

"You… don't remember last night at all?" he asked, his face saddened as his eyes pleaded with hers to remember it.

"No," she shook her head. "Nothing after the first half hour after I got here."

She took note of his depressed face as he slumped back in his bed. He looked so hurt. Did he really care for her? Was he really hurt that she didn't remember the night before? He couldn't be though, she insisted, he was too perfect for her to be truly attracted to her.

"You love Tuxedo Kamen," he said wryly, addressing her previous confession as he looked away from her disgusted and hurt.

Usagi gasped. "How… how do you know that?" she asked, once again in fear, her eyes staring widely at him.

He laughed sarcastically. "You told me so last night."

"I did?" she whimpered.

Mamoru sighed. How much he wanted to tell her that it was all okay and that he loved her back. That he was Tuxedo Kamen and that he knew she was Sailor Moon. That they had no more secrets between them and that they could finally be together and stop fighting what they both felt… at least what he'd thought they'd both felt.

"It's okay," he said softly. "I understand."

"Wait," Usagi said softly after a few minutes of silence. "I told you that I loved Tuxedo Kamen and yet I kissed you and told you that I loved you?"

Mamoru gulped. "Yes…" his voice drawled out the word as he thought for a reason why she would do this if she hadn't known he was Tuxedo Kamen. He could tell her the truth but… his old fears of rejection were resurfacing again. She had been so adamant that they hadn't kissed.

"You thought we looked alike," he mumbled, staring deep into her eyes to see her reaction.

For a second she just stared at him, not saying anything, and for a moment he thought she'd figure it out. Then, she laughed openly and a smile fell on her lips. She finally stood and looked down at him, still lying on his bed.

"Haha, you looking like Tuxedo Kamen… I must have been very drunk."

Mamoru sighed as he watched her walk to the door and exit his bedroom. At least his secret was safe again, not that that was what he wanted if he had a choice between this and last night. Although he was extremely hurt that she hadn't remembered the night before, and clearly didn't feel for him, he chuckled in the now empty room. Only his Usako would be enlightened when she was drunk and then so clueless when she woke up sober. Getting out of bed himself, he got dressed and then walked out of the bedroom after her.