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(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. This story is an original that I wrote for fun and without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)
Two More Weeks
Chapter 7
Second Helpings
*Usagi*
Yesterday's encounter had been very unexpected. Hanging out with Cass and Mamoru last night had been weird, but still fun. She hadn't been fully prepared to bump into Mamoru so soon, much less have dinner with him. Don't get her wrong, it was awesome and he'd been charming and flirtatious as always, but it was strange with Cass around.
She just felt like she shouldn't act so horny around Cass. Especially since Cass wasn't even attempting to be discreet about her disapproving glances whenever she and Mamoru made eye contact. She knew about how intricately intertwined Cass's relationship with Mamoru and Motoki had once been and although she knew that what happened between them was ancient history, she still didn't feel comfortable with Cass knowing how she really felt about Mamoru. When it came to him, there was something that made her want to be extra secretive.
Which was great for her when Cass spontaneously got dropped off first last night, leaving her and Mamoru alone for the entire ride to her house. The moment he had turned to face her, she had to fight the urge to throw herself across the seat at him. Although their entire night had been fairly amicable, the occasional looks they'd been exchanging had been intense to say the least.
Luckily (for her composure at least), Mamoru had found a rather easy way to distract her straying thoughts after he actually criticized her for talking with Motoki. He defended his friend's right to privacy and blamed her of trying to cause drama. She didn't let his scolding rile her because as much as his commentary was ignorant and clearly bias, she had to admit that he was partially was right. Motoki could do whatever he wanted, that asshole.
When they arrived at the corner of her home, Mamoru opened the door for her while simultaneously blocking her from exiting. He asked her if she had plans for the next day. She said she didn't and he told her to pass by his office for lunch today so they could 'catch up'. She agreed and he'd moved out her way, telling her not to be late. As if she would even dream of it!
Technically she had lied when she said she didn't have anything to do because she still had school. However, as a senior it didn't matter to her nearly as much as it might once have because her classes were simple enough that as long as she did her homework she was guaranteed a passing grade. What would missing a day really matter anyway?
As her luck would have it, her morning dragged on forever. English lasted painfully long and she practically ran out the moment the bell signaled the end of class. Luckily managing to snag a cab right outside her school to take her to the spa, it took only about 10 minutes to arrive without all the usual afternoon traffic. Once she got there, she took her time getting ready, still having about an hour until she had to meet Mamoru, and pampered herself up a bit before getting dressed.
Today was the day that she had to figure out exactly where she stood with Mamoru. Even though she really liked Ichigo, she had to be honest; he was just a placeholder for Mamoru. That wasn't fair to him and he definitely didn't deserve it, but neither did she. She should be with the one that she wanted to be with.
So she made up her mind. This was it. Today was the deadline to find out whether she should try to forget about Mamoru or not. She knew that whatever happened today in his office or wherever else they went, that she had to make her choice. She just couldn't keep using Ichigo. Nor could she keep obsessing over a guy that didn't care about her.
Since she didn't trust herself to make an unbiased decision, she came up with criteria that she felt were fair assessments on Mamoru's character that she would then base her decision off of. And they were the following.
1. How casual could they be? - What was most important to her was the atmosphere. Were they going to be sexually charged the whole time, or would they actually be able to talk like normal people? That all depended on how seriously he actually took the date. If he didn't really feel like talking, then it was already assumed what he wanted her there for.
2. Could they hold a conversation? - Their last date had gone great and they'd talked all throughout dinner. Hopefully it was because they had actually reached that part of their friendship and not because he'd just been trying to get in her pants. She needed to know if their relationship had reverted back to their old squabbling, or if they had moved past it.
3. Would he remember anything from their last date? - Self explanatory. If he didn't remember a damn thing about what they'd talked about before, she wouldn't want to hold it against him too much since guys were numskulls like that, but it would definitely just reinforce the idea that he just wanted sex.
4. Was he going to make the first move? - That all depended on what kind of attention he was giving her in the first place. She was going to make sure that she looked hot so that he would want to rip her clothes off, but if the entire time they were together he was just focused on her cleavage and was not able to pay attention to what she was saying, then red flags were going up. And no, that wasn't an unfair trap. In her opinion, men should be sly about checking women out; if they let it interfere with the way they interacted, then that was definitely a problem.
5. Did he expect a follow up? - That was key to whether her whole plan would work. He had to keep wanting her because otherwise, what was the point? If he wasn't interested then this would be the last time she'd chase after him (that's what she would tell herself anyway). But if he asked her out again, then it was official: she was going to ride that boat until it sank. Really really.
All that said, she was sure it was all going to go as expected. And by expected, she literally meant that everything was going to stay exactly the same. So maybe her test wasn't exactly foolproof since in reality all he had to do was get number 5 right and she would follow him to the end of the earth if he asked. But still, she had to try something.
Giving herself fifteen minutes to get to him, she took another cab to Mamoru's office and walked inside the building. Before she was able to reach the security line, a middle-aged man approached her.
"Odango?" he asked, speaking slowly as if it were her codename. She nodded slowly, realizing that this man was obviously sent by Mamoru. "Follow me." He walked her past the security and to a different elevator than the one she'd used before. "Corporate's express," he explained, walking inside and pushing the button for her; it only had the top 5 floors. He punched in a series of numbers on a security pad before the elevator made a twinkling sound powering on. He stepped out and the doors shut behind him.
A couple of seconds later as the doors opened to the last floor she let all her previous thoughts roll off her shoulders and took a deep breath as she stepped out. This elevator left her just across from what appeared to be Mamoru's office and she nervously looked around her as she walked up to the empty reception desk. There was no one around, the entire floor empty, but the double doors to his office were wide open. She peered inside.
He was sitting on his desk reading a newspaper, one hand impatiently clicking and unclicking the top of a pen. Nearly instantaneously, as if he had somehow known she was there, he lifted his head and their eyes met. Putting his paper down, he stood up.
"Come in." She walked in and he met her in the middle, helping her with her heavy backpack. His office was huge. "You're not late," he stated. She rolled her eyes.
"What it is with your obsession with time anyway?"
"For some people time is very valuable," he said, placing her bag on an empty chair in front of his desk.
"Then I must be privileged to be in your presence." The corner of his mouth twitched in beguilement.
"That you most certainly are." Spotting something on the floor, he bent down to pick it up and stared at the object in his hand briefly before handing it to her; it was her school ID. It must have fell out her bag as he put it down. "Are you supposed to be in school?" He looked surprised. She pursed her lips and slipped it back into her coat pocket, shrugging. There was no point in denying it because it was more than obvious what her priorities were.
"Anything to see you, Mamoru."
*Mamoru*
When he asked Usagi yesterday to pass by today, he'd completely forgotten that she had class. Without her uniform on, he had no reminder that she was still in high school. His invitation had been such a spontaneous thing that he barely even thought about it being a Tuesday before he'd asked; he just wanted to see her again. And he was glad he'd done it. Her provocative answer led his mind straight into titillating thoughts. She had cut class to come see him. Interesting.
He noticed that her school bag was crammed to the brim, a blue material poking out of it that he was sure was her uniform skirt. She had changed for him, too? Her long pea coat covered her all the way to her knees and he had no idea what she was wearing except from what he could see: nude stockings and low-heeled black boots.
"Anything?" he repeated. He would definitely find a way to test that statement. She smirked over her shoulder as he helped her out of her coat and hung it on his coatrack. He turned to get a good look at her.
She was wearing a long-sleeved, square-necked black shirt and a very sexy, rich purple pleated skirt (almost like her uniform skirt, but much shorter). He just wanted to grab her ass from under it and find out what kind of panties she was wearing. Lace? He hoped it was a thong. She stepped closer and put her hand on his bicep.
"Your arms got fatter," she observed, pulling him out of his dirty thoughts.
"It's called muscle, bitch," he retorted immediately, feeling defensive despite the obvious jest.
"Geez!" she laughed. "Can't tell the difference between a diss and a compliment?"
"You'd probably cry if I said a part of you looks fat."
"Is there?" she asked with a hand on her hip, doing a little spin for him. He kept his face set. This was trap. She knew she looked good.
"You're as close to a cow as you've ever been." Her face turned completely red. "Or maybe a hippo." He grabbed the front hem of her skirt, feeling the thick material smooth between his fingers. "A big, purple hippo."
"You're a fat liar," she accused, flicking his hand off.
"I told you you'd get mad."
"Idiot," she grumbled moving away.
He watched her walk in front of him. Her hips were too mesmerizing to look away. Thankfully he remembered to close his office doors before returning to escort her. His arm slid low down her back as he guided her to their food setup.
"I'm ready to eat," she said excitedly, watching as he unpacked the food onto the table in front of the facing leather couches. "What did you order?" She leaned over beside him to check in the large bags. "Or is it a mystery like it always is with you?"
"If I ordered what I wanted everyday, I'd be bored. I like when the chef surprises me." He handed her chopsticks and a bottle of water. "Why are you being so critical of me today anyway?"
"I'm not," she smiled, kneeling down in front of the table on the square cushion and starting to dig in. He followed suit, sitting across from her. "Just asking."
"Still as annoying as ever," he muttered. She stuck her tongue out.
"So, what's new with you?" she asked after she noticed his staring.
"I bought a new apartment." He said the first thing he could come up with; it was exactly where his mind was.
"Oh really, why?" she wondered, popping another one of her favorite rolls into her mouth. "Your place was nice."
"Too many people knew my address. I guess I shouldn't always bring the hoes over."
"You really shouldn't," she agreed, peering at him as she took a sip of her water.
"I have two decks and pool on the roof," he informed her hoping to tempt her into his cave. "You should come check it out. It's all indoors."
"That depends," she said slowly, pushing around the cucumbers on her salad.
"On what?"
"On how well you can convince me." She was smiling.
"Then it'll be easy," he smirked, "considering how fast I got you home last time." Her jaw clenched. "The truth is the truth, darling," he purred. "So tomorrow it is." She stared at him annoyed.
"You wish," she muttered. Though she hadn't said yes, it didn't sound like a no either. And her sly smile was fooling nobody.
"I had a dream about you," he said. The memory just popped into his head and it wasn't until the very moment he said the words that he finally realized Usagi had been the one he'd been searching for in his dream.
"Ooh? About what?" she wondered mischievously.
"It was stupid," he admitted, thinking twice about mentioning it. "We were playing hide-and-seek, or something." It was the type of dream he felt he'd had many times before and he was desperate to share it to hopefully recall it better.
"I bet you I totally won," she challenged. Her competitive spirit made him begrudgingly shrug.
"The worst part was that I could hear you laughing, telling me to find you and I'm searching everywhere." He shook his head. "It pisses me off just thinking about it." She laughed harder and he had to admit it was kind of funny when he really thought about it, though at the time it was anything but. Every moment he couldn't find her sent him into cold chills and he'd wake up with a nauseating anxiety he couldn't explain. Some dreams just never made any sense.
"Are you sure you looked everywhere?" she teased.
"Of course. I just had no idea where you went." She folded her hands on the table in front of her.
"Well, here I am," she smiled. "You lured me out."
"That's not why you were invited," he assured her.
"Then why am I here?" She wasn't smiling anymore; it was a serious question.
"Because I want you here," he answered simply. She stared at him pensively, a finger at her lip as she considered his words. "Isn't that a lovely thing to hear?"
"Not from you." She narrowed her eyes. "I know what that means." He laughed out loud.
"You claim to think you know what I want and yet you still came," he said. "What does that say about you?" She only smiled in response and it was no revelation to him about what it meant. But he liked being reminded nonetheless.
"You assume too much." She was chewing on her rice ball slowly, trying to hide her smile. "Dummy."
"Just admit you want another ride," he teased. Her eyes widened at his accusation and she placed her hand over her mouth. "You know you do."
"You're the stupidest thing alive!" She was almost choking since she couldn't help laughing. After she had settled down, she made eye contact. "But trust me that when I do want it, I'll let you know."
He stopped eating. Her words rung in his ears over and over, trying to decipher whether or not it was a sign in itself. He was ready for anything with her, she just had to say the word.
"Please, don't be subtle." It was definitely a plead on his part. Their flirting was steadily increasing and he had to admit that it was very exciting. Usagi knew just the right moments to be sexy and she'd been setting him up into alluring little traps all day seeing if he would bite. But she must have forgotten who he was. He'd definitely take a chunk out of her. Quite a few, in fact.
She wiggled her eyebrows playfully and went back to her food without answering him, forcing him to do the same. They ate in silence for a few more minutes until most of the food was gone. He finished his soup and cleared off the table, dumping the empty containers. Usagi sighed in satisfaction as she ate off the last roll on her plate and threw it into the garbage bag.
"So, Odango." She looked at him, ready for his question. "Did you miss me?" The corner of her mouth twitched trying to stop herself from grinning and she looked away from him, spinning her bottle cap.
"As much as you missed me, I'm sure."
"I didn't think about you at all."
"I know you wouldn't lie to me," she said and he recognized the challenge. She was right, he had thought about her. But she didn't have to know about that.
He grabbed a small plate at the end of the table and removed the lid from the dessert container, bringing the entire plate in front of him so she wouldn't be able to reach.
"Come here." She raised her brow but didn't oblige, leaning over to see what he had in his hands.
"Why?"
"Just come over here." Tilting the large fudge brownie, he jiggled it around a bit to entice her. It worked and she crawled over.
"What?" she asked, kneeling before him. If she only planned on teasing him then he would create opportunity all on his own.
"Feed me."
She stared at him curiously. The look was soon followed by a grin. He knew she'd take the bait.
She came a little closer and taking her finger, dipped it into the caramel on top. With uninterrupted eye contact, she brought it to her lips and slowly sucked with a lewd smile. She was so hot. Dipping her finger in again, this time she brought it dangerously close to his lips.
"Is this what you want?" He stared at her decadent digit. Delicious. She quickly moved her finger up and pasted the caramel on his nose. She giggled before coming close, her breath on his face. "What do you want, Mamoru?" She quickly kissed his nose, licking the stickiness off and remaining near. Her lips were so close that he had no idea what she was going to do. He was captivated.
She sat back and grabbed a piece of brownie and carefully let it hover over his mouth before feeding it to him. He wanted nothing more than to spit it out and attack her, but forced himself to chew and swallow. She wiped a crumb off the corner of his mouth and he seized the moment. He grabbed her pointer finger between his lips and bit it softly. Her look changed immediately.
She kept her hand floating without retreating and bit her lip once he ran his tongue around the pad of her finger. Her mouth moved like she was trying to say his name but was interrupted by primal sounds. He took her fingers one by one and sucked them slowly. Her pinkie made her moan the loudest.
He gently teased each fingertip with careful attention, her eyes glazing over as she watched his movements. On the second round she pulled away but didn't break eye contact. This was the crucial moment where they would either go all the way or not at all. He was ready… was she?
Usagi was still beside him, the dessert between them ignored. There was no noise, their surroundings silent and he sat back and waited. As much as he wanted to jump her bones, he knew that the journey was half the fun and he was sure that they would arrive exactly where he wanted in due time. The plan today was simply to remind her how interesting their dynamic could be. Her addiction would soon follow.
Usagi finally moved and she placed the lid over the remainder of the brownie with conviction.
"I think it's time to go." She looked up with a light smile. "I'm only using you for your food, you know." Then with an afterthought added, "I'm sure you're busy anyway." He nodded. He had nothing planned today since he had made sure to keep his schedule clear for her, but he didn't tell her that.
Together they cleaned up the rest of their mess and tossed everything into the trash receptacle. When she went to get her things, he walked over to the coatrack and pulled off her stuff. They stood in front of each other as he handed her coat over.
"Thank you," she murmured, but didn't take the coat from him.
Instead she took a step toward him, pulled him by his tie and kissed him. It caught him off guard, but the feel of her lips brought him back to their last time together and suddenly he felt like they were exactly where they needed to be. When they broke apart, he could see that the barriers she'd been carefully keeping up since they met on Sunday were completely gone.
This was the same Usagi now that he'd left that night at Rei's shrine. The one who was wondering, just like him, if things could ever be the same between them. Although he knew that the truth was no, they couldn't go back, it was perfect because he didn't care to know how they could work or even if they could. It didn't matter right now. All they had to worry about was making up for lost time.
Dropping her coat on the floor, he pulled her back in and moved them backwards. He pushed her against the wall, her tongue giving him the long-awaited invitation he'd impatiently waited for. He pushed against her harder and she thrust her hips forward, moaning as she came into contact with his pelvis.
Bringing one hand to her breast, he pinched her nipple until it was hard and she moaned holy deities, her hands reaching up his collar to unbutton his shirt. Separating so that he could remove his tie, he stared down at her flushed face and lost all self-control. Fuck foreplay, he wanted her now.
"Do you have any condoms?" he asked and she shook her head, impatiently ripping her shirt over her head. He cursed at his own unpreparedness, but didn't let it slow him down.
He slipped one hand underneath her already tiny skirt, pulling it up to see her panties. His breath caught in the back of his throat. She was wearing thigh-high stockings and a garter belt. He forced himself to breathe. How was he supposed to control himself when she came here practically begging him to fuck her?
Moving one hand in between her legs, he shoved his hand past her underwear. Smoothly rubbing over her clit, her juices coated his fingers and made him even more frustrated on what he was missing out. Usagi pushed his hands off her and started undoing his pants. Massaging his erection over his underwear, she brought his hips closer to her and he groaned.
"Fuck me, Mamoru!" Usagi begged."Fuck me now!" He bit his lip, his underwear getting painfully tight. How was he supposed to say no to that?
He kissed her mouth shut, barely able to contain himself from whipping out his penis and sticking it to her raw. Why did she have to come here and torture him like this?! If she had been planning on seducing him, why hadn't she come prepared?
"Dammit!" He let out a frustrated growl. "Just wait until we get to my place," he said, pushing her back against the wall. "I swear that I'll fuck you so hard." She cried out in pain when he bit her lip.
"I'm on birth control, you idiot! Just slide in already!" she barked, pushing his head away and fumbling with his waistband again.
Only for a second did he think about her words. Birth control? How many times had he heard that line before? He'd always resisted the temptation of going raw in the fear of women getting purposefully pregnant, but this was Usagi they were talking about and not even for a moment did he think she was lying to him.
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. Pushing her panties aside, he shoved his cock inside her—just like she'd begged him—and rocked her into the wall. They both grunted from the pleasure and he was sure that the moment when he'd shoved himself inside, he'd seen the beautiful light of heaven's gate.
He pumped into her hard, her sexy moans right by his ear and he was already on the verge of cuming. How in the world had he managed to live without experiencing this? It was even better than he'd expected and he couldn't believe that he'd been missing out for so long. His dick was throbbing at the mere thought of cuming all the way inside Usagi's sweet pussy.
"Fuck," he groaned. "I missed you." Not knowing what it was that had come over him to say it (probably the dick talking), he knew that it was the truth either way. She kissed him desperately in response, clinging onto him as they moved in unison.
Burying his face into her hair, she smelled as sweet as he remembered and kissed underneath her jaw, biting his way to her ear. Her cries were his undoing as he released himself inside her, gripping her thighs tightly to keep her still as he came. There were no words to explain the satisfaction, the intensity of his orgasm, but all he knew was that he was instantly hooked.
As he pulled out of her, his semen dripped down her inner thighs in possibly one of the sexiest sights he'd ever seen. She quickly went over to grab napkins and wiped herself off before it reached her stockings. Tossing the used napkins on the table, she stared up at him with a grin.
"That fast, huh?" Usagi teased and he was incredibly embarrassed. She was right; he had come too fast. How could he explain that it was just too good?
"Trust me, we're not done. Just give me a minute." He took a deep breath. He just needed a moment to recover.
"That's how long it took," she laughed throwing herself on the couch.
"Ha, ha, ha." He started stroking himself in preparation. If she kept talking crap he would make her swallow it.
"What did you miss about me?" she asked as she watched him, an interesting air of confidence surrounding her. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.
"Nothing in particular," he answered following along with her jest. Grabbing her by the waist, he forcibly pulled down her skirt and panties and left everything else on. Letting one hand travel back up to her face, his thumb brushed her lips. "Just you screaming out my name."
She remained still as he fondled her, the lust in her eyes alive and not in the least sated. He felt horrible for making her wait, but would definitely make up for it. Thankfully, his dick was hard and ready to keep going. She wasn't the only one who needed more.
He pushed her down to the low table behind her so she sat on the edge. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, he spread her legs and propped himself in between. She laid with her back on the table and arched herself as he went inside.
He groaned. Somehow, it was like this was a completely different wonderland. Every time he went inside her, it was as if he'd been turned a virgin again and he was now having sex for the first time. It was indescribable pleasure. All he knew was that Usagi felt amazing.
With her hands over her head and eyes closed, he knew she was enjoying herself as much as he was. Her breasts jiggled freely out of their bra cups as he pumped in and out, each one of her moans self-rewarding. Realizing that she'd quickly come to orgasm from that position, he pulled out and moved her so she was on all fours on the floor. Spreading her ass cheeks, he bit one of them and she giggled, smacking his face away.
Pushing her lower so that she was on her elbows, he mounted her. Her cries were like sweet lullabies and urged him to keep her begging for more, except this time he really had her calling his name. The louder she got the harder her punished her, smacking her ass until both cheeks were pink. He moved with quick thrusts, enjoying the grunts she emitted. He couldn't get enough.
"Slow down, asshole!" she hissed after he'd gotten too ahead of himself and was moving like a jackhammer. He'd been so in the zone that he hadn't even realized and reluctantly halted his fast ramming. What was wrong with him? This was not the time for him to revert back into a barbarian. He was acting as if he'd never had sex before. Forcing himself to use deeper, calmer strokes, he ran his fingers up and down her spine hoping to calm her again and she visibly shuddered in response. Slowly, the tension in her shoulders left and she let out a long, contented sigh.
Soon after he let himself follow her lead and came as well, releasing all the energy he'd had left. Flopping onto his side, they both stayed on the floor for a couple of minutes while their breathing returned to normal. After they mustered up the will to move, Usagi finally got up and cleaned herself off again, handing him some of his clothes as she got redressed.
"I wasn't expecting that," he said, buttoning his shirt back up. She smirked.
"I know. I had no idea you were going to spank me so hard."
"You deserved it," he reasoned, sitting down on one of the armchairs to stare up at her after he'd put his pants back on again. She walked over and stood above him fully dressed, arms crossed in front of her and inquiring him to go on. "The way you kept begging me to fuck you, I had to treat you like my little whore."
"Oh yeah?" she laughed. She leaned over and whispered close to his lips. "But you said you missed me…" He bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from looking embarrassed, but she'd caught him. "It's okay," she laughed and gave him a quick kiss, "I won't tell anyone." She walked away to pick up her coat from the floor and grabbed her bag.
She was on her way out and he couldn't understand why she was leaving so soon. He expected her to stay a little longer and hopefully go at it again in few more minutes after he got a breather. After such wondrous coupling, he'd figure that they'd at least go back home together. When she started heading for the door, he sprung to his feet to stop her.
"Where are you going?" he asked, stepping in front of her.
"I'm sure you're busy, I'll get out of your way." She smiled politely and waited for him to move.
"I don't have anything else to do," he said. "Stay." She smiled, a hesitant sigh coming out her mouth.
"I'm busy," she said taking a step around him. He blocked her again.
The look of superiority proved that she was doing this to him on purpose. He was begging, but he couldn't help it. What they'd just done he wanted more of and he could care less how he went about getting it. If he had to ask for more of her time then he would. He'd never wanted something this badly before and he was not about to pass up some true moments of unparalleled bliss just because he let a little pride get in the way.
"When am I going to see you again?" he asked and she chuckled, her eyes brimming with victory.
"Well, well. Never thought I'd hear that," she mocked. He eagerly waited for her answer, not caring that he sounded pathetic. "I'll call you."
Finding no other way to argue with that without literally chopping off his balls and placing them in her open palm, he finally let her leave. She closed the door behind her without looking back.
He continued to stare at the spot where she had stood. She'd just left after he had asked her to stay. And she wouldn't even tell him when they'd meet up again. It was unbelievable. What was most frightening about this situation was that it sounded a lot like something he would've done.
He couldn't believe what he'd gotten himself into.
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