damonika2009: not entirely sure nuts covers it. Lol but the talk can help out for the duo.
Guest (1): glad you do. I'm always looking for more ways, maneuvers and places for them to do the dirty in. lol
trish1573: the weather sucks down here, got home to 4 degrees so yeah…its cold. lol
CaughtInAFantasy: Chibi Usa will take it to heart but it will take some time.
kera69love: sorry but for the season this was soon.
NeoPrincessRini: Yes she will. As for Neo Queen Serenity everything that happens is like the butterfly effect in some form or another. Its how our futures get shaped, or how theirs gets shaped.
Guest (2): sorry the wait sucked but hows the end result now? Lol
Guest (3): oddly enough for the kitchen scene I was inspired by this oddball 'worthwhile to watch once every ten years if your bored enough) movie where in one scene the husband comes home, easts chocolates and finds his wife scrubbing the floor.
AimlesslyGera: Will do.
Think we can score more than 9 reviews from this one? I'm thinking we can. Be warned there is smut in here so enjoy.
Sailor Moon S 'Rise of the Messiah' ch/ep.31
It was after school when Chibi Usa conned Usagi and Mamoru to go shopping with her for a new backpack to take on the picnic. She wanted something that she could give to Hotaru as a way of inviting her out to the picnic. Usagi may have campaigned for it practically but they still needed Hotaru's participation in it. So now they were wandering the aisles of an overly lit department store. With Chibi Usa in her navy elementary school uniform, Usagi in her middle school version and Mamoru in his worn jeans, black shirt and green jacket.
Following the pink haired little girl from one rack of backpacks to another at the back of the store. Usagi had kept her distance, allowing Mamoru to take the lead in this shopping extravaganza. Quickly starting to feel like the third wheel as both of them were completely absorbed in the hunt, leaving her to trail after them as an afterthought.
Chibi Usa was fine with her lack of interest in the hunt, totally involved with finding the perfect backpack for her dear friend Hotaru. She felt more comfortable with Mamoru anyway. Her little talk with Setsuna had put things into better perspective, but she had yet to come up with a game plan as to fix her dysfunctional relationship with Usagi. Not concerned with it right now, worried about making Hotaru feel comfortable around her family. Chibi Usa set those problems on the back burner.
So now Usagi stood nearby deep in the bowels of the children's toy section. Mutely poking the over-sized head of some absurdly cute cartoon cat, bobble head figure upon a shelf. The sickeningly cute feline with huge blue eyes in green fisherman's waiters, was leisurely reclined against a fake river, with a fishing rod. She watched with odd fascination as the cats head bobbed and wobbled after her finger's quick assault. Inadvertently her own head began to mimic the plastic toy's joyful nod.
She vaguely heard the grunts and mumbled words of frustration for a moment or two before finally turning to stare awe struck at the back wall. Craning her head up, she found her future daughter...the supposedly refined crown princess of Crystal Tokyo scaling the wall of hooks like a deranged monkey after a banana.
"Chibi..." She interceded softly, blinking up at the nonsensical situation before her. Her little girl had climbed about eight feet up the wall, using the long metal hooks that displayed the backpacks as hand and foot holds. Like a department store rock climber, her eyes fierce, full of determination to reach the very top of the wall that held the prize she wanted most out of everything in the store.
Usagi just stood there dumbstruck with her head craned back in wonder and a modest level uncertainty. Debating the best way to help or intercede with the stubborn little girl's dangerous quest. Chibi Usa had a stubborn streak, when she truly wanted something she went after it doggedly. Usagi didn't know if she should be concerned about this personality quirk that she knew came from herself or admire it.
She was worried though that she might fall and get hurt. Taking a quick, if futile glance around neither Mamoru of any store clerk was around to help.
Typical...
"You are going to fall." She offered less then helpfully, a small smile of amusement pulling on the corners of her mouth. As Chibi Usa was currently stuck in an awkward pose. With her back pressed up against the wall, doing a full out splits between two hooks.
"Thanks' captain obvious!" Chibi Usa snarled back from high above.
"You know patience is a virtue." Usagi grinned, bracing her hands on her hips in a very motherly way, similar to her own mother.
Chibi Usa merely scowled down at her. "How about you help me less with your wisdom and more with your longer ape like arms." She shot back, then promptly lost her concentration and therefore her footing and fell. Usagi held her breath and quickly maneuvered herself below her falling child. Catching her with a proud smirk before the little girl's weight slammed her to her knees. The sudden impact of the hard off white lino sending shocking tremors up her legs and into her hips like an assault of pins and needles jabbing into her flesh.
Gritting her teeth, she grunted mutely in pain and turned to Chibi Usa now safe in her arms. The little girl had inadvertently wrapped her tiny arms around her neck, staring up at her with wide eyed surprise she had actually fallen.
"Told ya." Usagi sing songed, unable to help herself. Chibi Usa had been hogging Mamoru all afternoon and she would be lieing if it didn't bother her.
Chibi Usa growled at her and wiggled out of her arms in shame. Just as Mamoru finally showed up with a long pole to help Chibi Usa get down the backpack of her choice. Usagi slunk back into the shadows, to continue to poke her bobble head victim with new vigor. Bitterly resenting the cat's huge plastic smile. What was she going to do? How did she fix things with Chibi Usa this silent rivalry she felt between them was like a wedge and it was only getting bigger and more thick.
Pulling down a back pack shaped like a pink bunny, in pair of light blue overalls. She took note of how Mamoru was once again becoming wrapped around his future daughter's fingers. He was fawning and fluttering over her as she slipped on the backpack. More than happy to spoil her with anything she wanted, while Usagi for the last couple weeks had to learn to budget his money carefully.
Knowing they needed to spend it less frivolously now that she knew what the real world of bills and buying weekly groceries was like. She understood more about adult responsibilities, had accepted it. But truthfully still yearned for the simple thrill of being showered with gifts from Mamoru every once in a while.
(I watched as he helped her put the back pack on, I knew he was just being fatherly and that she was just being Chibi Usa. But I couldn't help but wondering if having Chibi Usa here was going to make him want to have children faster…I was literally knocked out of my thoughts by an associate in the shop who bumped into me. He apologized profusely but not before making sure he gave me a once over.
His eyes dragging over me slowly, his ogling making my skin crawl. I was starting to nick-name some of this less then appealing attention I was getting now. He grazing his eyes over me as if he was literally licking me with his eyeballs. It was a shutter worthy experience, something very similar to what Diamond used to do me.
He was an athletic built young man of dark shagging hair and even darker brown eyes. Wearing jeans and white dress shirt with that god awful blue apron of this particular chain store tied around his waist.
I accepted the mild apology and turned away only to hear him say, "You know I get off in a few hours…" I slowly turned my head back and arched my brow, "Your point?" I asked in a bored tone, rolling my eyes for emphasis. It was rude I know but I was in a sour mood now and couldn't help it. "I was thinking if you're not to busy I could take you out. I see your friend is busy with his kid sister so…" He stumbled on valiantly, with a confident ease that spoke that he never had to deal with girls refusing him much.
I laughed softly, "He's my boyfriend and that young child is my cousin." He blushed, scratching the back of his neck in retrospect. "I see…" He muttered, now staring intently at the floor as if it were more interesting.
Mamo – chan came up to me completely oblivious to what had just happened but felt my unsettled emotions through our link.
"Everything okay?" he asked, "Hai, this nice gentleman here was just telling me about the deals in the store." I answered. I didn't feel the need to embarrass the guy in front of Mamo – chan. It was the guy who arched his brow, "Right…I'll just be over here then. When you're ready let me know." His words having a double meaning to them. "Was he hitting on you?" Mamo – chan asked me.
"Nothing I can't handle." I smiled back, with my new more confident barring. I found myself dealing a lot more with attracting men. At first I had to admit I found it flattering that finally I was being noticed. But now it was starting to irritate me. I needed to find something that would let them know I was taken. "Come on we have to get ready for Chibi Usa's picnic tomorrow morning." I urged.
We left out but not before the associate gave me one last look that Mamo – chan caught and was unable to resist the urge to pull me in closer, "Jealous?" I asked smiling, "Nope…cautious." He responded. I lightly laughed, "Right." I giggled not believing him, but melding myself against him none the less.
We spent the next hour or so enjoying a dinner together as a family. Mamoru had taken us to a little Italian cafe' hidden away in the commercial district of Moto-Azabu. His old stomping grounds when in high school, stating it had the best homemade noodles. So now we were nestled in red velvet covered chairs, surrounded by the ambiance of classic rural Italy. In a very traditionally decorated restaurant that looked like some modest villa. With vaulted wooden ceilings and chandeliers and elegant vine covered windows.
It was a refined atmosphere, with many young couples and new families quietly enjoying their meals around us.
Chibi Usa and I were passionately debating the finer points of a new romance manga. I had started them before 'my forced vacation from the family'. Debating was a kind interpretation, in reality we were arguing...a very shallow, very loud argument over which male love interest in comic should be dating the heroine. I had to admit I was very passionate about my favorite male character and of course she was in love with the other.
So now Mamoru sat quietly chewing his lasagna, while I shook my meatball on a fork at Chibi Usa across the table. Unable to get the stubborn little brat to see my point of view. Becoming even more irritated with her, knowing she had been sneaking into my room to read that comic while I was away. That manga was way to adult for her anyway. I stated as much, only to have her stick her tongue out obstinately at me.
The girl knew how to get my blood boiling and my hackles to stand straight up. As our discussion de-evolved into name calling and underhanded comments. Mamoru bowed his head in mid chew, as I was now standing up leaning over my half eaten plate of spaghetti. Red faced and frustrated as I sought to get my point across.
"How can you vouch for Shiro?" I stated with incredulity. "He's a cold calculating vampire...She is a passionate, hot headed Vampire Hunter. It will never work out!"
"Well, her hunting partner Kai ain't any better for her? He's a bumbling idiot! At least Shiro is looking out for her in his own strange way." Chibi stated, leaning over the table to meet my flaming eyes and arrogantly clamping her mouth around my meat ball. Popping it off the fork pompously with her teeth and chewing with satisfaction in my stunned face.
"You just stole my food?" I hissed, becoming even more angry as she smugly nodded. Sitting primly in her chair with her arms crossed over her little chest.
"At least he's human." I grumbled sitting back down.
"He was..." She commented with a knowing smile.
"What!?" I jumped back up, the little spore had gotten her hands on the last manga I had just bought before my Hiatus from the house. Now she had spoiler's she was just itching to share to which she was now happily shouting back at me.
"No! Stop!" I wailed in dire protest, pressing my palms into my ears. "La, la, la,la!" I sang as loud as I could attempting to drown her out. When she wouldn't let up and I had frustrated tears in my eyes. I promptly threw a chunk of garlic bread at her. Only to receive a hand full of salad in my lap.
"Oh...you're going to get it!" I completely lost my cool, sending the last three pieces of toast at her in a volley of desperate projectiles. I was loathed to admit that this lack of control on my part was misplaced. That the pressures of other things in my complicated life had boiled over and found a focus to vent upon my very strong willed and annoying future daughter.
She ducked under the table, with a spoon full of pesto sauce and whipped it at my nice clean white cotton socks.
I screamed as the red paste splattered against my leather shoes and smeared up my socks as if they were bleeding.
"Damn you...Chibi Usa!" I cried, picking up a meatball and whipping it at her oval buns. It bounced off her head leaving a goopy orange stain in her hair.
I laughed with satisfaction as she poked her head up over the tables rim to glare dangerously up at me. Then grabbed a hand full of her linguini and tossed it at my fuku shirt. With a wet, creamy splat it struck my red bow, the fat noodles rolling and flopping down my shirt and onto my own plate. Tainting my delicious pasta with white cream sauce, ruining it!
We growled, we howled and the food started to fly with wild abandon back and forth across the table. I had become totally unhinged, red faced and screaming murder down at her. While she was just a mirror copy of myself, giving back as good as she got.
"Runt!" I called dodging a chunk of goopy noodles.
"Air head!" She taunted with a pompous smirk, ducking under the table to avoid my spray of soda that I tossed out of my glass at her.
And the insults once again were alive and well between us, as all culinary hell broke loose.
Mamoru's mouth was down to his shoes in modified horror at our rowdy, childish antics. He quickly sweat dropped and hung his head in shame. Raising a hand in tired defeat over his head.
"Check please!" He called to the waitress, who was currently staring and cowering near the kitchen doors with the rest of staff. Even the other patrons had gone deathly silent, watching the show we were make with slack jawed shock.
After the battle Chibi Usa and I were left to walk the path of shame down the sidewalk. Our fuku's were a mess of sauce and stray noodles, hair plastered with paste and our shoes kept sticking to the cement. Hanging our heads low and trudging beside each other.
I couldn't believe I had lost it back there...over a stupid comic book! What is the matter with me?
We could both hear Mamoru droning on behind us, chastising us about our out of control behavior, how embarrassed he was, how embarrassed we should be.
"I was banned...banned!" He shouted, his strained voice finally penetrating through my thick haze of shame.
"Gomen...Mamo-chan." I pouted, fresh tears shimmering in my eyes as I turned to confront him meekly. It was all I had.
"Yeah...Gomen ni sai." Chibi Usa intoned beside me, inadvertently copying my very same meek pose and pouting facial expression.
"What was that all about back there?" He demanded, sounding so very much like an irritated father.
We both shrugged, neither of us truly knowing what had set us off. Strangely though I felt lighter, as if that little spar had released a great amount of inner tension I had been carrying. As immature and as much of a spectacle we made of ourselves fighting, arguing with her like that and giving it my all, it was kinda cathartic.
"Truce?" I offered my hand to Chibi Usa with a smirk.
She glared at my hand for a bit then reluctantly shook it. "Truce." She stated with a huff of breath.
"Well, let's get you girls to the apartment to clean up, then I think we should head over to the Tomoe's to give Hotaru your gift." he smiled down at Chibi Usa all forgiven. Wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close, showing me with his affection that all was still alright between us. All the while holding Chibi Usa's hand. We walked towards Juban in that very same pose. A happy yet slightly dysfunctional family headed home.
"I'm still hungry." Chibi Usa offered gamely a few minutes later.
"I bet, most of your supper is currently dripping off that poor restaurant's ceiling." Mamoru comment dryly.
Chibi Usa and I cringed and bowed out heads again. It was going to take a while to recover from the humiliation of that little episode.
Chibi Usa cleaned up as best she could, the only clean set of clothes she had left was her gym uniform. She had resigned to tuck in her pink school backpack, that had been on it's way to be washed when we picked her up from school today. Now she had to reluctantly wear her somewhat smelly white t-shirt and red shorts. Stuffing her stained school fuku into the backpack instead while I changed into nice frilly white blouse and a swishy pink skirt.
I wasn't trying to rub it in that I had spare clothes over at Mamoru's, but Chibi Usa's resentful if discrete looks had me feeling rather guilty. I understand that she had wanted to look respectable at Hotaru doorstep today and her sour smelling gym uniform was the last thing she wanted to wear. I felt bad for her, silently debating offering her some space for extra clothes, with my clothes in Mamoru's dresser.
If I was going to be staying here, it would only be a matter of time before she started staying over a well. She had been giving us some space, but I wondered if she was feeling home sick or lonely over at the parent's house without me. Mamoru and I were her true family, so it was only natural that she would want to spend time with us as was her way, she had already been leaving subtle if obvious hints that she wanted be with Mamoru at least.
Soon we were driving Chibi Usa to Hotaru's so she could drop off her present. Mamoru and I hung back at the gate giving Chibi Usa her space. It was an awkward beginning between the two new friends but soon things warmed up and they were giggling and conspiring in hushed tones over the coming picnic. Once back in the car, Chibi Usa's stomach growled pathetically, then mine joined in.
Mamoru ended up laughing at both of us, as he was given a digestive serenade by two very hungry girls.
"Let's head back to the apartment and see if I can't feed my two favorite girls." He offered with a huge grin.
We laughed happily and nodded eager to appease out growling stomachs.
Chibi Usa and I managed to stay civil for the rest of the night, then we dropped her off back in Minato-ku. The drive there was filled with cheerful banter over the coming picnic. She was very excited, even more so now that Hotaru had agreed to come. I was starting to become quite excited as well, having butterflies of anticipation in my gut. Wanting things to go just perfect, to give my little girl a wonderful memories of an outing with her new friend.
Something my own mother had planned many times for me and Naru when we were children. It's funny how easily I fell into the same motherly dotting given to me. I just hoped Chibi Usa would give me a chance this time to be her mother, in the ways that counted.
The walk to my old front door was far more somber, that heavy feeling falling over me like a wet, smothering shroud. Mamoru stayed out of sight this time. Parking his sports car up the street a couple houses.
The evening had grown cool as the sun set, I had been unwilling to take a jacket. Wanting to show a bit of silent support for my daughter who had to endure the fall air in shorts and a light t-shirt. If she was going to be cold, so was I.
Partners in crime as we were, being chilled by the night air was a small punishment.
Chibi Usa had taken note of it, unwilling to argue the point with either me or Mamoru. Who being chivalrous had offered her one of his hoodies. Which was seven times to big for her tiny frame. So he conceded to us both, allowing us to be cold together. I silent union of support for one another.
Chibi Usa understood how uncomfortable dropping her off was for me and offered to walk the rest of the way alone. But I refused, a part of me still wanted to see my childhood home. A wistful innocence towards the place, that filled my memory of happier times when things were less complicated. The house held a quiet comfort for me I couldn't quite understand yet. I needed to see it, with its warm glowing windows and stone balcony's that I had spent many nights looking out upon.
Gazing up at the starry night sky, fantasying over my prince when I was only fourteen. Now I was finally living my dream, in only a year my life had been changed forever.
I may not be welcome but I still missed home, finding myself thinking about coming back if only to face that long and awkward talk with my parents. I didn't know if I could truly ever go back again. I was a different person now, becoming Sailor Moon had changed me in so many ways, for the better for the most part.
"Catch, Baka!" Shingo's voice rang out over the faded twilight covering the front lawn.
Upon walking between the front iron gate and entering the yard. I turned in alarm towards the driveway to find him kicking a soccer ball right at my face.
I wasn't the klutzy, overly dramatic girl I once was. Taking the sudden assault in stride, it raised my hands and caught the bullet of black and white rubber easily. "Nice catch, Onee-chan!" Shingo was very surprised a huge smile spreading over his face.
Dressed in jeans and a navy and white stripped pull over sweater. He jogged up to me, with a cheerful gate. But I could see through his attempt at keeping this confrontation light. We hadn't talked in weeks, his sky blue eyes held no light. They were a dark grey, bordering on stormy. He had things to say, things left unsaid for far to long. My little brother was never one to remain quiet or in the background when thing got tense in the family.
He had this annoying quality of observation that always kept us honest with ourselves. He never allowed me to delude myself over anything, from my failing grades to lack of maturity in the past. I had this conversation looming for weeks, knowing it was only a matter of time and fated to transpire. Shingo had been waiting for me, feinting soccer practice. He had things to say and he would not be ignored.
With a low resigned sigh I bid Chibi Usa goodnight, waiting till she had slipped inside silently before tossing the soccer ball at Shingo with everything I had. Silently telling him I was ready to listen but I wasn't going to concede to his wishes.
"You done with your little tryst?" He near commented, bouncing the ball on the cobble stone path petulantly.
"It is not a tryst." I stated bluntly. Taking the bait on purpose and lunging for him, knocking the soccer ball away.
He cast me an arrogant smirk and jogged after it as the ball disappeared into the bushes that grew below the living room window.
"I love him, Shingo!" I called, standing my ground with crossed arms for him to return.
"I know." He huffed in resignation, dropping the ball between his feet and kicking it lightly in my direction.
I stopped the ball with my sneaker, then sent it back to him a bit harder. He grinned as he caught the ball with the side of his foot. Our subtle rivalry coming to the forefront between us as easily as breathing.
"I know, but you're still a selfish Baka." He threw back, kicking the ball at my shins.
I unfortunately wasn't able to counter, as the ball rocketed between my legs. Shingo had been playing soccer for years, he had gotten rather good at it. Even with my heightened Senshi reflexes I couldn't counter his expertise with manipulating the ball over time. He had taken in my loose stance and targeted my weak spot, aiming the ball with precision to slip through gap between my legs.
With a tired groan, I rolled my eyes and darted off after the ball as he sauntered proudly behind me, forcing me to navigate away from the front yard and to the side of the house. It wasn't by chance that he had sent the ball way off over here. He wanted our conversation to remain secret, knowing the parents might be in the living room watching the news. Not wanting anything he said or I said to be overheard.
I found the ball laying just beneath the old tree that grew along the side of my bedroom. The bark had gotten a-lot of action over the last few months and looked a bit worn smooth. I chuckled softly at the sight, holding the ball against my hip as I gave the tree a rueful smile. Then sighed as I felt Shingo's presence at my back.
"You broke us." he blurted out. His comment a bit cryptic but I understood his blunt statement well enough. He blamed me for all the tensions and arguments happening between our parents as of lately.
I confronted him with a stern compassion. I understood his bitterness, but I wasn't going to take all the blame. Poppa could shoulder some as well, it was his stubborn refusal of Mamoru that lead to all this in the first place. Refusing to acknowledge that I had grown-up and could make my own decisions concerning my own life. Poppa had to let me go, let me become a young woman. He had to.
"I broke nothing, Shingo-kun. Stopping being so melodramatic." I scoffed.
"Don't you think it's a little early for this kind of relationship?" He asked, taking the ball out of my hands.
"What do you mean?" I stated innocently. Knowing damn well where he was headed and not wanting to have a conversation over my love life with my elementary age little brother. This is a conversation I'd have with Ami or Minako, any of the girls.
"Most people wait till high school, you know. You are not even in the last year of middle school." He sighed, crossing his arms and giving me a very severe and accusing frown.
"Isn't it all a bit premature...?" He added. "All things in their right time and all that..." He tossed the ball into the air, letting his platitude toward patience hang there between us. With a sort of silent wisdom, that infuriated me.
"You don't know anything about me." I growled back, snatching the ball out of the air. With my life being as dangerous as it was, waiting for anything meaningful wasn't in the cards. If I didn't take what I could from life, enjoy the moments for what they were. I would regret my life when the end came.
"No, you're right. You have grown..." He started. "Distant." he finished pointedly.
I was shocked, we had never been close not since I started middle school. It was like as soon as I left his side, as soon as I started in the new school, we both had to navigate our lives alone. I had Naru and soon a whole new circle of friends as I became a defender for this planet. While I left him behind, to broaden his own life without me. I didn't think he cared that I had pulled away. I thought he enjoyed his freedom away from his big sister. Who during the elementary years had hovered over him like a second mother.
"It's feels like your dead now." He commented with dark humor, his bitter smile not reaching his somber eyes.
"Nani!" I was stunned at the morbid statement. Watching him with sad eyes, as he bowed his head and kicked the dirt with irritation. A jaded bitterness nearly sparking from him towards myself. I was shocked.
"I know you're practically all grown up, but I want you home." He confessed, snatching the ball out of my hands roughly. Swiftly changing the subject, his heart felt comment lingering between us awkwardly.
"I can't..." I breathed, my voice barely having strength.
"I know. Dad's having major issues with all this. Mom's not so bad, but she's always been the more reasonable one. But, I think you need to take her out for lunch or something soon. She really needs to talk to you." He stated, squeezing the soccer ball in his palms. Releasing the tension he felt in the house and between us upon the thick plastic skin.
"Things have just gotten strange around here." He sighed.
"Alright." I conceded, not knowing the full details about what was going on in the house now that I was gone. But his insinuation that Mom wasn't doing to well was obvious.
Chibi Usa said very little about life in the house when I asked, side stepping any of my attempts to pry into her life here. I had let it go, cowardly not wanting to deal with the complications I had created for her or for Shingo in my absence.
"Good, later. Usagi-chan." He waved, twirling away and nearly running back around the front of the house. Hiding his raging emotions that were now flooding threw him. I could feel his aggravation towards me, he held a great deal of blame upon me for the added tension at home.
He expected me to fix it and I guess it was my fault in some way too. I couldn't just blame Poppa for my running away. But I just wasn't willing to really talk things through him yet. Perhaps after speaking to Momma, we could find some common ground. With a long, loud sigh I walked out of the yard heading back to Mamoru. He was my future, my destiny. Right now the gravity of our love pulled upon me more greatly then my family. I was powerless to fight against it and unwilling to try.
Mamo – chan and I left for home ourselves, I was lost to the city landscape reflecting in my window. Smiling fondly in thought at the very pleasant dinner we had had together. Marinated chicken with wild rice, in the living room of the apartment. I felt like we were a family in that moment, so much that for a moment I forgot about our troubles…our worries. It was nice to let things go, even if only for a little while.
When we got home I took a quick shower before throwing my robe on and sitting with Mamo – chan on the couch. We watched some t.v. together, snuggling in silent contentment, before the last week's events caught up to us and we just felt drained. "Better get some rest tonight, we have to be up early for Chibi Usa's picnic." Mamo – chan sighed. I agreed and with an easy comfort in his presence.
I walked to our bed with Mamoru trailing behind. I took my robe off and slid under the covers with ease. Nothing was more relaxing and free then sleeping nude beneath Mamoru's warm, soft cotton jersey sheets. One really could feel the thread count, it was glorious.)
It took every ounce of will power for Mamoru to NOT literally jump his sexy girlfriend on his bed. It was an overwhelming temptation to having seen her reveal her supple young body so effortlessly, before slipping soundlessly into their bed. So with a soundless grunt of frustration at himself, he ran his fingers through his hair and turned resolutely on his heel right back out the bedroom door.
Settling for shedding his own clothes and taking a long, painfully cold and slow shower to calm little Mamoru. He had been having many conversations with his raging libido lately, since Usagi had moved in. She could do the most mundane thing, like leaning over their coffee table at dinner tonight. Just to pass him the salt and he would end up having erotic fantasies that would end up making him hard and comfortable.
Little Mamoru was in overdrive right now, it seemed to have become a living entity so it was only natural he had begun to discuss things with it. So right now he was allowing the cold water to pelt his skin, grumbling down at his hard on with spite.
"Seriously man! She is tired...I am tired. Enough is enough. Kami how can you still be so horny?!" he sighed, raising his face up to let the water splash over his face. Wanting to cleanse and wash away his frustrations at being unable to control himself. Little Mamoru merely flexed tauntingly, not even softening a little bit.
He spent most of the day hard as a rock and wanting to pound her or his head against a wall to relieve himself. Having lived as monk since meeting Usagi over a year ago, he had a-lot of pent up sexual tension that needed an outlet. With her being here, ready, willing and always handy he couldn't help but want to take advantage of the situation. But right now they were tired, he tried to convince himself.
He could snuggle...right? Snuggling was a perfect way to spend the night, he tried to convince himself. But the more he thought of her beautiful body the more he woke up with the urgency to have her again. Little Mamoru seemed to wink up at him, always having his own plans. He stayed under the freezing spray stubbornly, refusing to budge till Little Mamoru gave up and went flaccid. Then and only then did he emerge from the bathroom, wet and shivering with a towel wrapped securely around his waist.
Abandoning the shower with his skin tight and nearly frost bit, he found her curled up in a cutie yet very alluring position. His pillow pressed against her naked chest, arms wrapped snugly around the cotton softness as if hugging a giant teddy bear. The sheets bunched and twisted around her lithe body, with the exposed thigh of a leg completely on display. Her sweet finely toned bottom thrusting out with the blankets seductive folds just barely concealing her.
Looking so inviting while her back was completely exposed as well, her long golden hair cascading over the mattress in endless tendrils of silky perfection. It was the sleepy, "Mamo – chan come to bed." That had him drawn to her. The low seductive tone she had used was totally unconscious and drove his lust to new heights instantly.
"Oh...hell...you are killing me...Usako." he released low groan, noticing himself now saluting beneath his towel. Little Mamoru's voice calling up to him in a very bright, cheerful, eager tone that seemed to say 'Hello, you called?'
He was debating punching himself in the nuts for his own sanity. His perpetual hard on was really pissing him off.
His love for her though was a burning flame now, easily ignited deep inside of him. And in the end he could never fight it, Little Mamoru won.
Abandoning all reason he joined her in bed. Sliding up behind her, pulling her warm body up against his. Brushing her golden locks over her slender shoulder. Before ghosting his lips along the back of her neck, watching the goose flesh form at his slight touch.
Usagi moaned, the butterflies of longing fluttering to life within her stomach. As his finger's wove over her breasts, cupping each one lovingly. The warmth of his hands soothing her, as he positioned her more smoothly against him. Curling his legs behind her's molding himself to her seamlessly. Rubbing himself against her a few times, arousing her enough to make sure his entry would not be painful.
Gently slipping only the tip of himself between her legs. Stunned momentarily at his silent invasion, she soon complied to his and her bodies demands. Rocking her hips against him, as he awoke them further within her.
Still damp from his shower he rubbed his wet body over hers, pressing his lips against her cheek, leaving a trail of kisses towards her slightly parted mouth. Her breath had grown more shallow, turning into heated pants as she turned her head to meet his insistent kisses. Mamoru was focused on the sexy delight glowing upon her face. The rapture she felt when they made love was so pure, so exhilarating it drove him over the edge.
Not wanting to lose control just yet, taking only a moment to appreciate the glory of her passionate response. He cupped her other cheek to keep her in position. His kisses were soft and sweet at first. Deliberately slow and tentative, as he moved inside of her just slightly. Deepening the kiss, and his thrusts a few moments later.
He could hear her small moans and breathless words as her physical restraint for him began to unravel. Her body quivering with the need to have him in full. The passion swelling between them, as their tongues delved and tangled. Once his mouth fell to her neck she held him there contently, with a hand against the side of his face. Her arm having crept behind his head as he had adjusted their position, taking her from behind in smooth long strokes.
With his longer, lean body pressed up against the mattress and her lithe form held slightly on her side above him. His kisses were warm, wet and full of need. Suckling and nipping her salty skin with abandon.
He snaked his free hand around her waist, tracing small circles down her stomach. Igniting her lust and taunting her with an intense anticipation as to where those magical finger's were headed in their quest. Finger's lightly tickling her heated flesh as they found their way to her tight, hot core. Amazing little explosions began to blossom from deep inside her. As his gorgeous finger's finally found their way to that tiny bundle of nerves just before her entrance.
Mamoru felt himself getting far to excited and wanting to keep it safe he pulled out. Before she could protest his sudden absence, she felt his long finger's pressing inside. Seeking to placate her for a while, not wanting her arousal to ebb. Slipping his fingers in, twisting, and curving deep within her. Finding that most secret of spots that had sparks of pure bliss exploding behind her eyes. His lips and tongue dueled upon the sensitive skin behind her ear, his hot breath sending a tide of shiver's to ripple over her now highly aroused body.
This could not be wrong, being like this with him. Even if she might be to young, even if the timing wasn't the best. Being like this with him, felt so good, so right, like destiny had finally be fulfilled. She would never regret moving in with him, never look back at what she might have lost back at home. Being in his arms, being loved, being worshiped by him every time they made love. This was where she belonged now. This was home...
Feeling her wetness slick upon his fingers, he moved swiftly from his position beneath her and rolled out. He lunged for the side table, as she moaned plaintively upon the mattress. She took the initiative to keep the passion hot, as he hovered over her, fumbling with the contents of the drawer. Huffing and making irritated sounds as his finger's refused to blindly find what he was searching for.
She arched herself against him, manipulating her body to rub her inside thigh against his straining member taunting him with the very cusp of her entrance. As her finger's trailed in small circles over his hard nipples, bringing her lips tight against a nipple next. Smiling faintly with satisfaction as he hissed. When still he hadn't prepared himself, she dragged her lips down his body. Feeling she could give as good as she got. Stopping to kiss the very tip of him, listening for that tell-tale intake of breath that she had caught him off guard yet again.
"Usako...patience..." he expelled a breath tightly, as her lips surrounded him. Then with a loud suctioning pop she pulled off.
"I realized today, that I am not a patient person. Mamo - chan. I am ok with that. I think you are too." She quipped, drawing him into her mouth fully again.
He rummaged into the drawer with a new urgency, as she clutched his hips and pumped him deeper down her throat.
"Oh...Kami..." He groaned in need, his mind spinning with insurmountable pleasures. She was taking him in long, sensual strokes. He did not want to cum in her mouth. He wanted to complete himself inside of her in the original manner, but her lips felt so amazing on his overly aroused flesh he was quickly losing control.
"Dammit!" he cursed then laughed excitedly when his fingers found purchase on the crinkling foil. With lightning speed he pulled himself out, chuckling along with her bright laughter as he took a condom, ripping off the wrapper and sheathing himself in seconds.
"You are going to want to hold on." Mamoru commented, with a huge grin. Mounting her lithe form beneath him. She stared up at him with stunned amusement as she spread her legs and welcomed him in, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She gasped as he stretched her to her farthest points. He smiled knowing he was a little bit bigger than average and loved seeing that surprised delight on her face every time he entered her hot cavern. Crying out, as she felt him begin to move inside, her hips responding to his demands as he began thrusting and never relenting. Driving into her with powerful, steady strokes. It did not take long for them to fall into a powerful rhythm.
Moving together seamlessly, as he sat up, pulling her into his lap. Pushing even deeper into her, making her cry out again and again. Usagi was becoming unglued, her body starting to shutter against him. Hands flying wild into his thick hair. Which was wet and standing straight up, as her fingers curled tight. Taking hold and anchoring herself, as she bounced fiercely upon his lap before closing her eyes and falling into the sensations of a coming release.
As the wild lights of impending orgasm danced behind her eyelids once more, becoming out of control she could hear her own voice calling to him.
"Oh...Mamo-chan...oh...oh...so good…please...more...please." Usagi groaned in need, her voice becoming louder, and then louder still as he wrapped his powerful arms around her hips, keeping her grounded against his groin.
Mamoru was kissing her neck once again, licking and sucking at the tender spots around her collar bone. Making her grow completely insane in his arms.
It was a smooth steady rocking that had them both gasping in passion. His deep thrusts sped up, met flawlessly with her hips in a continuous motion that caught them both on fire. He was striking against that most secret of spots so far inside, that every time he struck, clean and true. It was like a nova expanding again and again inside her farthest depths. Claiming every last ounce of her reason and leaving her insides a quivering writhing mess in the throes of pure ecstasy.
"Right...there...right...right...oh. Kami...there." She panted, grinding herself against him.
"Urgh...Usa...you are…amazing...oh kami…I can't...I can't..." Mamoru responded, rational speech failing him.
Leaning over and pressing her once again into the mattress. Needing to adjust his angle in the last precious minutes of his coming release.
She arched her hips up to him as he felt the urge to let his hips crash into hers. Needing more skin on skin contact he crushed her body to his and arched his lower half as he began to start a faster, stronger rhythm. Her words of encouragement had become muffled and nonsensical, as she was left breathless. Held tight by his powerful arms against his chest, her arms pinned, palms pressed against his chest. Feeling the rapid beat of his heart that matched her own.
The pace was so feverous and intense, that mere minutes later she was propelled her into heavenly bliss. White noise filled her ears as her toes curled and finger's griped his moist, sweaty skin. Feeling her inner muscles clench, had him gritting his teeth to hold on. He closed his eyes as an explosion of bright bold colors ignited behind his eyes. The tight feeling of her cores vice grip had on him was sending him towards the edge. Every part of him coming alive in that moment of coming completion.
Tiny sparks and tingles of energy spinning up from her very essence. Igniting every nerve, sending a fireworks of fantastic feelings to every corner of her body. Her legs locked around his waist in a 'You're not leaving' motion.' The link came alive, and sensing she wasn't done yet, that there was more to give, further to go. He was powerless to stop himself from his final relentless thrusts within her. His strenuous effort to take her onward pushing him past his own need for release and into the hardest arousal he had ever had.
As new more powerful waves crashed through her at his slightest movement. She began to twist, arching into every thrust he made. Throwing her head back and screaming a lust filled cry of her most powerful orgasm yet. Thrashing against him as the waves of multiples propelled through her, one after another, passing her body through euphoria and into a limp, dizzy state of wondrous ecstasy.
But Mamoru was not done with her yet, through their bond. He felt her at the edge of something great and wanted to take her there. He moved with purpose now, unyielding to her need to breathe. Pounding into her in a steadily, taking her legs and bracing them up high over his shoulders. She squealed at the adjustment, grasping hold of his biceps. Knowing she needed a little help to achieve this last most exhilarating of climaxes.
He leaned into her, reaching so far deep inside to a spot hidden to most. Driving himself over and over again, making her hold her breath and hang on to him. Squeezing her eyes shut tight, as the biggest tidal wave of passion and molten heat, hit her like the most blissful wave she had ever felt. She still held on as he continued to rock into her, finding his own amazing oblivion within her as well.
The oxygen rushed back in a final gasp, as pure pleasure shot through them both, pulsing and expanding. Filling her up, as the condom was filled with his seed as she poured her essence around his now receding member. The final tremor's slipped away leaving both shaking, panting and struggling for proper breath, the mind blowing pleasure of the moment took long to fade but the love remained.
"I love you Usako…" he cradled her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers and finding his solace there. In the warm sapphire hue, that always held such undying love for only him. Usagi merely smiled at first, to tired to respond. He had taken her breath away. So she placed his hand over her heart and continued to smile lovingly up at him. Mamoru understood, their link still humming with the residual passion they both felt. Like an echo of fading euphoria that could never be matched.
He leaned over her, placing the softest kiss upon her lips. She kissed him back just as sweetly as he. They continued to kiss. It was a slow, sensual ending to a very satisfying session of love making. Settling back on the mattress with his beloved in his arms, utterly spent and completely exhausted. Feeling dizzy and bit punch drunk as well, both now covered with sticky sweat as it made their shower's earlier pretty mute. They lay quietly, not speaking for a long while.
Listening contentedly to the peaceful sounds of their home. The whisper of the traffic far below their bedroom window, the drip of the kitchen faucet down the hall. All was good, all was right in the world. No enemy lurked to destroy the world, no worries over the future or family stress lingering in that small corner of her mind. No longer whispering to her all her faults and failures as a daughter, a mother, a Senshi or some Future Queen.
Having sex was the best kind of drug to take away the uncertainty and daily confusion she felt every day. Staring ahead at the large window before her, she took in the reflection of them laying quietly in a rumpled bed of navy cotton sheets. Mamoru's arms draped heavily over her, cupping a naked breast unconsciously. His hot breath puffing against the back of her neck. Sleep was claiming him, she could tell by how his breathing was slowing becoming deeper.
She now knew him so completely it was like they had become one being. She was so happy and fulfilled in every way in the arms of her beloved. Her life couldn't get any better right now.
Then very naughty images began to filter through their link, a remembrance of the love they had just made.
And then she felt him, strong and pulsing against her butt.
"Mamoru..." she near questioned with a giggle.
"I know..." He sighed, in tired frustration with himself.
"To tired...?" he questioned, his voice light but hopeful.
"Never..." She answered, turning in his arms and rolling him over onto his back. A huge, bright and eager smile gracing her flushed face, as she began the new round of seductions. Kissing down his neck, her tongue darting out to leave a wet delicious trail towards his chest. Pinning his hands above his head, refusing to allow him to even touch her. Commanding this encounter with gentle control.
He surrendered willingly, as her lips tickled down his skin and across his shoulder's. His body flexed against hers, taking her off guard as he slipped inside. Incredibly hard and thick, the slightest thrust leaving her sensitive insides trembling and her breath shallow. Left to straddle his hips, her hands gripping the taunt muscles of his lean abdomen. Falling quickly under the spell of his slow thrusts.
Gasping and helpless as he subtly took her control away. His movements were slow, measured strides, gripping her hips lightly. As his finger's began to massage the tender valley's between her thighs, brushing against her maidenhood, sending tremor's deep inside her. She threw her head back unable to control the loud gasp that escaped. When her gaze returned it was rueful yet full of amusement.
He laughed softly, as the sight of her riding him at a gentle pace ignited his lust. Naked and flushed with sweat and exhilaration at what they were doing. His brow furrowed in concentration as he invaded her more deeply. Enjoying how she seemed to unravel above him yet again, spiraling fast into that pleasure. His awareness of what he was doing to her, clear and narrowing to a pin point through their link.
This time the love making was silent, their bond doing all the encouragement for them. Knowing what each one needed, when and where to caress, to kiss, to linger and taunt.
It was the most intimate love making they had ever engaged in. Their link rewarding each of them with a steady parade of rising orgasms. Mamoru was spell bound, finally being able to share how she felt during sex. Able to enjoy all the aspects for himself how he pleasured her body, mind and soul. While she was given a mirrored experience of what her bodies affected was upon him.
It was amazing and yet somewhat alien at first, but they allowed the link to connect them even more intimately finding a deeper more profound place for their love to flourish.
Mamoru never slowed as he took her, leaning upward and with great dexterity he placed a wet, slow kiss upon the base of her neck. Then throwing all caution to the wind, he spun her around and pinned her to his bedroom window. Usagi had no time to cry out, or even bemoan his absence before he was back inside. Roughly grabbing her ass, as he knelt behind her. Lifting her up against the clear pane of glass.
Vaguely hearing her palms squeak against the window, before his weight began to crush her against it. Holding her to him with one hand on her hip, hold himself possessively inside as more pleasure pulsed deep inside of her, along with a good dose of adrenaline. Mamoru felt all of it and grunted in response. The link urging him to take her with everything he had. With her pressed up against him, palms and breasts flattened against the glass.
She gazed back over her shoulder, giving him the most lustful image he had ever seen. His movements sped up, becoming almost frantic in his need as he watched himself entering her from behind. Over and over again, filling her and claiming her as no man ever had.
They reached that tipping point so much more quickly this time, a surge of pure perfection mixed with a blinding pleasure over took them together. He forced himself to look back up, finding those clear crystal blue eyes now filled with inner fire. Watching transfixed upon him thrusting rapidly into her. Then they fell together over that thrilling edge, with Mamoru roaring in triumph and Usagi crying out in ecstasy. It was the most perfecting joining they had ever engaged in.
It was a busy night, as they never seemed to get enough of each other. Engaging again and again, exploring this new and exhilarating connection through their link. Bonding them on an even deeper level than ever before.
Finally falling boneless and utterly spent to the bed, sinking into a deep and dreamless sleep still tangled in each other arms.