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1 review, nice, I always appreciate how much you all enjoy these little drabbles. They've become part of my Sunday evenings for a while now, even my boyfriend smiles whenever he sees me out with my laptop out on a Sunday cause he knows what I'm doing. Anyways I'm still working with 'masterray5' on the sequel to 'The Devil Within 2', I'll probably be getting it posted up in January, I wanted it to be before the end of this year, but life happens so…yeah. Anyways glad your enjoying these still, and if anyone has any 'suggestions' that they'd like to see for our lovely loving couple, leave a review, who knows where they might end up next! Read, review and enjoy!

Of pencils and dresses

Drabble 409

Usagi POV

Reika has never looked more nervous before. She looks beyond happy but nervous.

"I can't believe this is finally happening."

She's giddy with her excitement. We're all so happy for her as this has been years in the making. With the girls as bridesmaids as Reika is an only child and her cousins were unable to get her till long after the wedding and only to the reception, Reika didn't have many options.

I was her maid of honor and while the yellow dress I had on made me look more like a big bird than a cutie bridesmaid it was Reika's pick and she loved it. So when I saw her face darken like the grim reaper was coming her way I looked off to see a haute-looking woman approach us in the room. With jewels that brought far too much attention to her neck, a long, dark dress that looked more appropriate for a funeral than a wedding, and heels looking like they were going to bust at the seams I had to wonder WHO this person was.

"Aunt Sylvia, what a surprise." Reika's voice changed in tone. She rarely used her 'already sick of you' tone.

I looked back and forth between the two and asked her, "What can I do to help?" our code phrase for 'did you want me to get rid of this person?'. I hadn't understood before WHY she had the phrase in place but I was beginning to suspect THIS was why. They just looked at each other frostily.

"Usagi, this is my aunt from my mother's side of the family. She's an 'un-expected guest'." This only confirmed the second half of the code phrase: 'Get them out'.

I nod. "How lovely, please allow me to escort you," I told Sylvia this as she stepped forward instead.

"Still insisting on going with that tasteless dress." She looked at both it and Reika like it was beneath her. "Just like your mother. Settling."

Reika's neck vein was throbbing.

"Okay let's get you to your seat," I looped my arm around the aunts and pulled her out none too gently as the door was closed behind us with a mouthed 'thank you' from Reika. As I hurry her away in a calming manner I distract her from realizing she's being escorted out the door by asking her about herself. "So how was your incoming flight?"

I hear her rattle off the usual. "Beyond boring. I could have received better accommodations but it seems that my niece was unwilling to foot the bill for the type of class I'm deserving of."

I bit my lip once. "Oh?" I say instead.

"Definitely but no, my little niece is cheap, just like her mother."

I bit my lip twice. "I don't know about that," I can't help but say.

"Oh you're such a young and naïve little thing. This world is going to swallow you up."

I bite my lip three times now and can feel my lip beginning to protest the abuse. Once I get her around the corner I make sure to avoid the more major guests already here. I don't need her getting any ideas on disturbing people.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

"Oh to the upstairs, we've got a row up top for people to view the wedding from," I answered.

"Oh sweetheart..." her voice is sickening with condescension. "I'm the aunt of the bride, I'm more important than a simple guest. If anything, since my sister was unable to make it with her excuse, I should be the one to be in her place instead."

I couldn't stop myself, "The mother of the bride was unable to be here because she recently broke her leg in a skiing accident and her husband is currently under the weather."

I can see her eyes roll very easily. "Either way I should be up front."

I now had a good inkling as to why Reika was so frosty with this lady. She was so dismissive of Reika, her own parents and now wanted to be up front in the audience.

"Let me guess you have a special song prepared for the couple," I ask in jest but when she says, "Oh no, while I have a gift for music I was planning on a speech in which she learns that even at one's wedding no one gets to skirt out of a lecture."

I raise my brow. "A lecture?"

She smiles. "Oh yes, a lecture on how to respect your elders regardless of anything, and on how to make even poor decisions that you've made work for you."

I turned away. "Here we are." I make sure she's now aware of which door we were at as I put her back to the side of the frame.

"Dear I told you I should get the front row. It's bad enough that Reika has made such poor choices in her field of study but now to do it with her choice of friends...she needs so much help."

I bite my lip for the last time AND produce blood. "Listen Sylvia, Reika is an amazing woman who has chosen a profession that will help to understand the past, present and future, maybe you should consider learning more about things yourself rather than knocking people down for expanding their mindset."

This clearly upsets Sylvia as she says, "Why I never...you should be more respectful of your elders."

I want to tell her 'clearly' to the 'why I never' part but I resist, instead I tell her, "I was raised to treat others with respect, however…," I make sure to add on as I make it clear how little she's wanted right now. "If one is being nothing but disrespectful to all those around her which you've been nothing but rude and condescending not only towards her friends, but most notably the bride to be, then I will make sure you're treated accordingly."

I open the door and see the hallway leading outside as the security guard sees. She gets up and sees that I'm planning to 'evict' someone from the property and gets ready to make sure the lady can't get back inside. I usher the aunt over to the door who's looking a touch perplexed by where she's being corralled into as she sees a flight of stairs going up and down. The down leading to the outside and the upstairs leading to the second floor.

However, the upstairs is actually locked off for security reasons, hence the guard posted there and a presumably locked door. Once the aunt is through the door and clear of being hit in the face I say, "So with that being said and I mean this with the most sincerity ever..."

I let the door slam in her shocked face and see the security guard in the window pan next to the door escorting a huffy and resistant aunt outside.

Once the aunt is out of the building the security lady opens the door again. "Let me guess another mother-in-law."

I smile. "This time it's an aunt."

The security lady gives an amused grin, "Those are rarer but still amusing."

Knowing I need to put the warning in, I tell her, "Don't let her back in under any circumstance, brides orders."

She nods. "We got you."

I nod and start to head back when I see a smug Mamoru standing there looking dashing as ever, "Looks like you were made for being a maid of honor..."

I walked up to him. "Oh?" I ask as I slip into his arms.

"Yeah, you wrangled that disrespectful wombat out of here with grace and had her unaware of it the whole time."

I looked at him. "Wait, did you know about her?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "Not so much, I've only heard rumors about her. Always pushing her agenda, always making others feel lower, that type of thing. There's a reason why Reika didn't want her here."

That's when I wonder. "Then how'd she wrangle the plus one invite?"

He looked forward towards Motoki who was talking very sternly to another guy about college age, "Her son. He got guilted slash bullied into letting her come with him versus his date.``

It makes more sense to me now as to why Reika was shocked to see her. "And let me guess Motoki is letting him have it?" As sweet and friendly as Motoki is, you don't mess with his Reika.

"You know we still have about a near hour before the wedding starts," Mamoru mentions.

I look at him and see the expression of interest in his eyes. "Really? Here?"

He looks me up and down and says, "Why not? With you in that dress yum." He's grinning now.

"This dress?" I ask, feeling like I look like a drowned out big bird.

"Yeah you look like a sexy pencil."

I'm quite literally torn on how to respond to that as he pulls me off to the side. On one hand it's good to know that he still finds me attractive in this dress I swore made me question Reika's taste in clothing. On the other hand I find the logical side of me asking what the hell makes a pencil sexy? Before I can ask I find myself in a closet far from the majority of people as he crashes his lips down onto mine. I let out a small squeak and forget my questions regarding the dress and pencils.

Instead, I find myself moaning for more of what he has to offer as he pulls at the dress. Making sure NOT to rip at it he undoes the back of the zig zag pattern and pulls down the front enough to cup and toy with my breasts. He mouths at them for a moment, suckling happily at the nipples each at a time before pressing me back against the wall and pressing himself against me. I can feel his erection throbbing.

He wants to be in me as much as I want him in me. I reach down and rub up on him as he grunts and jerks into my hand a few times before pulling my hand away and pinning it to the wall.

"Tease," he mutters before hiking my legs up to around his waist and pushing the dress out of his way so he could have better access to my now throbbing center. I feel his shaft hit my pelvic bone as he grunts.

I whimper and thrust against him, letting him know how much I want this. He presses himself more against me till I reach into his slacks and grab him and give him a couple of good jerks with my other hand.

"Usa…," he grounds out as he jerks a few more times into my hand, giving in a bit before he pulls that hand away too. He undoes the zipper and button before nearly ripping my panties off in his haste.

I know that he's wanting this as much as I am so when I feel his fingers push in, I have to hold back my gasp. He rubs my lower lips just enough to get me going and wanting more but doesn't give me more. I grab his head by his hair and say, "Mamoru...give us both what we want."

He smirks, "Your wish..." He doesn't finish the rest as he removes his fingers and plunges inside of me with a resounding snap.

We hold on tightly to each other as a long and slow pace is drawn out for where we are at. We try to avoid making too much noise in the already cramped room to avoid people from becoming suspicious and interrupting. The ceiling isn't too high so I use it to brace myself against as he pushes up into me on every stroke. The action creates a grind that presses the root of his erection into my clit.

The sensations are enough to make me want to ride him harder as he presses himself into me on repeat too. My legs were wrapped so tightly around him you'd think he'd have no room to maneuver and yet he was pressing himself into me so deeply that I swore he was hitting the back end of my cunny. It felt like he was beginning if not already bottoming out inside of me. Our bodies quickly grew in sync with each other.

Both of our demanding thrusts were pressing up against the other, both of us enjoying this a great deal. Both of us are trying very hard to NOT be heard. When I knew I was going to let out a scream that I couldn't stop, Mamoru helped me out. Placing his mouth over my own, he swallowed my scream and I felt his leave his own mouth. Both of us nearly got there already despite the cramped space we were in.

He slowed himself down for a bit though, rolling his hips as he pressed himself forward. The motions make my eyes roll to the back of my head on each roll. He really did know how my body worked to get the most pleasure out of not just me but from our bodies writhing together in pleasure. He reached down and pressed his fingers into my clit and worked around the bundle of nerves as I panted for more of him.

He seemed to be unable to get enough of me either as he began to increase his pace, jamming himself into me at each turn. Each thrust of his hips into my own as he seemed to get a new idea and twisted and turned me around on him. I was now on my side against the wall as he held me at the right height so we could have our legs intertwined with the other. Now as we were thrusting into one another we were in a scissoring position.

It was different at first but with him holding me up I felt the pace enabled us to still grind into each other in different and new ways. I used the wall to ride him harder as he held onto me. I put one hand to the ground so I could have a semblance of balance as he pushed himself in over and over again. When I felt that he was getting more ferocious with it, I couldn't help the need to equate it with my own needs.

I pushed back against him for more of it. We both sped up the pace a bit and used the position we were in to further the goal of coming with each other. I could feel my orgasm getting ready to hit me as I could feel his length expanding inside of me. A sure fire signal for both of us. We raced now towards our shared orgasm, wanting to feel each other as we came. He grit his teeth and just when I thought he'd come first I felt that fire catch on and soared over the edge. I cried out as he did to...both of us NOT catching the other to stop the sounds.

After a few minutes of what was total silence we listened for and felt that we had managed to escape from anyone knowing what we had done, we righted our clothing on ourselves and fixed our hair up the best that we could. Having lost track of time I could only hope that we hadn't taken up too much of it in the time that we were there. As we quietly stepped out we looked around and saw no one.

"That was a close one." Mamoru commented as I smiled.

"It was."

I went to kiss him when I saw his eyes locate something. That's when I saw that there was another door nearby the one we were just in.

"What does that door lead to?" I ask, apprehension in my voice.

We walk closer and see a 'lavatories' sign on it that becomes clearer the closer we get to it. "Was it being occu..."

My sentence is cut short when we hear a distinguishable flush. I gulp as thirty seconds later the minister walks out and sees us.

Giving a small smile he remarks, "Lovely day is it not?"

We nod, barely talking as we were wondering if he heard us. As he walks by he then says the dreaded words that we didn't expect to hear yet knew we should have.

"Did you know that the walls around here are ridiculously thin?"

We both gulped and became red in the face as he smiled and walked away clearly having heard us.