sabina21: several things can happen now, and yes proof can distributed, but it will be up to the husband on what to do and if he actually goes through with it. You'd be surprised on how 'forgiving' some people can be in those situations. Usagi and Mamoru are very dedicated to each other in so many ways which is why they need to get away it all sometimes.

kera69love: I think a LOT of us do. Lol I know I do…anyways…it's always going to be usagi and Mamoru forever. 😊

2 reviews, nice, lets see how you like this next one as I was feeling a little 'artsy' recently and though 'have they ever done it HERE before?' lol anyways, read, review and enjoy!

Art house drama

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Usagi POV

This weekend was so lovely. We'd already been to a few museums and had enjoyed some of the life downtown. Now we were taking in some of the art scene in the outskirts of Tokyo by a friend of ours. Binah was a great artist that we had done some work with back when I was still in high school and how her art was finally being recognized and featured in a bigger medium, it's how we were able to get passes for this show.

Her art exhibits were getting so famous now that they would be booked up months in advance but since we were once her subjects for a few of her pieces she was happy for us to see some more of her art. As we walked in, that's when the art director saw us and smiled, "Ah you must be Binah's friends."

I smiled at his polite tone. "How'd you know?" I ask with a small cheer as I don't want to be too loud. It's still early in the day and as there aren't too many people around, I didn't want my voice to carry too much in this open space and disturb the few that are in here.

"Oh, you're part of her collection and one of her most famed pieces."

He points to the one that was the subject of one of her prized display pieces and I can't help but blush at how 'magical' she made us look.

"Wow even now it makes me smile," I comment.

"Yes she's gotten many offers for it but has declined all as this is not only one of her favorite pieces BUT...it also gave her two really good friends that she says inspired her newest collection." He directs us to the next wing as he shows us some really creative paintings she's done.

"Holy…," I couldn't help it. The images were truly amazing to behold.

"Yes we felt the same way too." he tells us. "There's already been about fifteen different sales already and the exhibit has only been seen by private parties so far. The general public has not yet seen them. She spent easily two months working on all of these, day and night BUT, according to her the paint was flying from her every time. She had to get the images out and express them for the world to see."

We nodded as we continued to walk.

"I know she mentioned that she'd been extremely busy but this…," I mutter in shock as we look over the different images. Some of the images were of stark contrast darkness, filled with other worldly possible creatures that spoke of both fear and a need to conquer. Others were light and filled with happiness as you see the people in them being either innocent or nearly obtuse to the world around them.

In some you could see how it was the world in reflection in her eyes, different versions but still and they were all so vibrant with her color scheme. Even the ones from darkness she somehow managed to put bright colors into it to draw out the creatures.

"She really has outdone herself with this collection," I admire as I know that the drawings that I've done over the years had NOTHING on what she could do.

No, she was a true artist and I was happy to support her in this endeavor. Besides, she saw something in Mamoru and me the evening she painted us. Something we were both denying in ourselves about each other. It was the first time we were actually in a room together without verbally tearing into each other and it made us both realize that we had no major need to do so, and it was born out of us wanting each other but not wanting to admit it to each other let alone ourselves.

Yet we got into discussions after that, the animosity began to drop and we became friends of sorts before things shifted. Either way we began to realize we didn't outright hate each other, but we didn't want to admit to liking each other either. It took us a while but eventually we realized we were hiding our true feelings behind the verbal fight's and it took Binah and her artwork for us to be forced to sit down in the same room and admit we didn't hate each other as much as we thought we did.

I looked up to Mamoru and saw the loving expression adorn his face as he saw what I saw in the last painting. It was one of me on a bed of off-white silk, in a silk gown, sleeping on a bed that was blending in with the room while he, in some type of battle armor, came in through the open window to join me while his sword was slickened with blood at his side. His hands caressed my face as he smiled.

It was as if he in the painting had come home to the only light in his life. There was something dark yet beautiful about it that I couldn't put into words just yet.

"Ah yes this one. It's a new favorite of hers," the art director explained. "Said that it came to her in a dream. That when she woke up she had to paint it right then and there lest she loses the image. That one was bought first." We both look at him. "If I recall correctly there was a small bidding war for it last night. Five people, the mayor himself too, wanted it for their private collection."He moved closer to us. "But the leader of our lovely country bought it for three times the price the last bid was for. Even Binah couldn't pass up the price tag."

We couldn't help but smile as we saw her vision as the leader of our country. Or at least we hoped so as we saw the true depths of what was in the painting. The pain of a warrior coming home from battle as he simply wants to be with the one he loves while she lays waiting for him to come home.

"For the last time I cannot give you an appraisal on your art work until the appraiser is in the office. That is only on Monday and Wednesday, this is Friday." We hear the receptionist coming from the front.

We all look back and peek around the corner and Mamoru and I see a familiar man and female who are the current bane of our existence together trying to get his art appraised.

"Oh hell no!" Mamoru mutters and as the art director leaves to deal with the commotion, "Sorry for this, please excuse me to deal with the matter."

That's when they look in our direction that he's coming to them as we go find some place to hide and evade them. I know it's silly and perhaps a bit ridiculous, but we really don't want to deal with the drama. We came here to enjoy the art scene and be drama free for a few days. So yes we hightailed it out of the area and down another corridor of art as we zipped around a few times. We found a cut off exhibit that no one was allowed into but used it to hide from them.

"Are we safe?" I asked as I caught my breath. We were working hard to avoid being spotted as we could hear the ban of our existence, her voice carrying about trying to be the voice for him.

"Out of all the art places in all of Tokyo she has to be HERE?!" I snip a bit.

Mamoru guides me further back, "Don't think about it. Let's just take a look at this exhibit and pretend we got lost." I agree to it so that my own stress levels can lower down.

As we look through the incomplete exhibit, I can't help but ask him, "What did you think of that last painting?"

He smiled, "I thought it was a necessary depiction. He's a soldier, possibly a knight judging by the armor or even a king's guard." I listened intently to him as I could gather what he was taking from the painting,

"You think that maybe he was a prince?"

He looked to me, "He could be...the armor did look pretty specific." That's when he asks me, "What about her garb, it was merely a night gown."

I smile, "Not just a night gown. It was too pretty and fancy to just be a simple nightie. No I think she wore it cause something told her he was coming home. She was waiting for him but fell asleep and purposely left the window open as an invitation to not be turned away."

Mamoru takes a stark stop and peers down at me. "Just like you've done for me countless times."

"I'd never have a window or door locked around you," I assure him.

He smiles, "Nor I around you."

Seeing the heat building up in his eyes I realize we need to find a safe space to be alone pronto. Finding part of the exhibit to be full of plaster figures for the time period the art is representing, we slip back behind three of the figures as Mamoru takes the furs off of two of them and puts them beneath my head and upper back as he lays me down.

It's incredibly risky but at this point we don't care. I smile as he sheds his jacket off, putting it under me as well for cushion and support as I pull at his shirt. He sheds it next as I pull up and over my very light sweater, though it really is more of a long-sleeved shirt as I shed it to reveal my tighter than tight tank top that I just can't seem to part with. I've had it since middle school and while it's short now it still fits like a dream.

He pulls at my pants while I rub him from the outside of his pants before he gets ahead of himself and begins to shed those off too. I giggle just a bit before he pulls at my leggings that I wore in here today. My ankle high boots get in the way as he pulls them off, unzipping the sides as he aims to undress me. I pull at his pants and unsheathe his member as I rub up on him as he falters slightly at my touch.

I grin at him as I see the expression of lust in his eyes. They are so expressive right now as I'm assuming mine are with the way he's looking at me. I lick my lips and bend down, pulling the tip towards me to lick and suck on for but a moment while his hands go to my head, encouraging me to suck further down. I do so for a few minutes, enjoying hearing his muffled sounds as he tries to maintain some amount of control within himself.

Yet I know that I'm the one truly in control at the end of the day. Well at least when it comes to our sexual endeavors.

He grunts, "Usa...fu...yeah just like...oh..."

His sentences are getting more and more incoherent with his needs. I let up only long enough to let my tongue give him one last lick as I watched his face from above. It's difficult at the angle which is why it only really lasts for a few seconds. Yet that's all I need as he pushes me back against the jackets and furs and finds himself purchased between my legs.

In a few seconds flat he slips himself inside and I gasp at the feeling of his cock inside of me. Filling me up in a way that I can't imagine ANYONE else doing as I press myself up against him. Enjoying his length, pressing all the right buttons from the inside out and gliding up against me.

With my legs secured around him we go at it, missionary for a bit, enjoying the old but all too familiar position as we begin to build up. I bite my lip in supplication as I anticipate the moments to come. Feeling his shaft moving in and out of me at a slow but deep pace as we try to keep our sounds down. It's not easy as I want to call out his name already, but I also don't want to get caught in the act.

We've already been kicked out of or even banned from so many places for our sexual acts that I'm shocked we haven't been fined yet...but I'm NOT complaining. This is the newest place we've encountered for our love making that makes me smile in 'will we get caught again or won't we...and hopefully NOT'. I giggle to myself on that one. He sits back a bit, looking out and about for anyone that might be coming in.

We don't need anyone else to see or hear us. Noticing the change in pressure from his member inside of me he sits even further back till he's laying on his back. Adjusting his legs forward till there to either side of my head. Our hands now clasped together over his thighs as we push ourselves onto each other and press forward in the rhythm. It gets stronger, our bodies connecting a bit faster.

We use our hands to pull the other closer to ourselves. Pressing his cock deeper inside of me while I'm pressed more onto him. We amp up the speed of the position but eventually find that we want to be more connected together and while the position is good, it's becoming clear that we want to have more. Mamoru seems to have the same idea as I do as he grins and gets that look in his eyes.

I grin and smile, "Bring it." is all I can say before he changes positions on me again. He flips me over and as I straddle his lap a bit because I'm still forward, my head closer to his feet than his own head, I feel him grabbing my waist and pulling me onto his member. I gasp as my legs curl up a bit behind him, my heels acting like supports for his back as he pulls himself up and presses himself more deeply into me.

It's then he begins to bring his hand down on my rump. The slaps are actually quite loud in the echoes around here. Yet I can't bring myself to tell him to not do it in fear of getting caught cause it feels too damned good to have him stop. His hand comes down several more times all the while his thrusts are getting stronger and harder inside of me. His member is reaching places only he can touch all the while I'm biting my lip to stop the screams of pleasure from erupting from my throat.

"Oh kami Usa...so fu...so fuc...damn!" he grunts out as I feel him changing positions one last time. This time he's over me, bent over and ramming into me like his life depends on it. Our sounds are bound to be heard by now yet were not even close to stopping or negating this. I reach back and pull at his rear and hips, encouraging him further as he jams himself home several times over.

I cry out as he yelps, my muscles caving in while his erect member grinds himself in for one, two, four more bliss filled thrusts before I feel him spread my insides with his seed. His hips jerked in the end as I pressed him into me. He keeps himself pressed in as deeply as possible till I feel the last of his cum enter me. It's like a high-pressure hose on full blast as he cum's. My own juices surround him, my body spasming in response to his own as we both begin to come down from our earth shattering high.

It takes us both several long minutes to come down from that high as he pulls himself out only long enough to pull me up to him. Holding me close, as if he doesn't want to be parted from me in any form. We listen for people to come over, but we hear nothing. Thinking we've gotten away with it we take a few more seconds before we get dressed. It's then that we hear a collective gasp...from behind us.

The entrance to here is in FRONT of us. We both slowly careen around, and find the art director giving us a 'can we really be upset at them' look all the while we put on the last of our clothes as he remarks to us, "I think I understand why Binah was so inspired to paint you two several times over..."

He looks over both of us with a rush of seemingly excitement himself which confuses us both very quickly.

"You're not going to be upset at us?" I stupidly ask.

He smiles, "Upset? You think you're the only one who's done this? Please." he escorts us out of the exhibit area, "Trust me, with the many dates I've brought back here for 'tours' that area is a hot spot due to the camera's blind spot."

Which now makes me question, "Wait how many other couples have been back there?"

I see the expression on his face as it turns into a WIDE grin.

"Let's get moving to the next exhibit, shall we?"

I don't know whether to feel glad that we're not being ejected or to feel a little grossed out that we're not the first ones to have done that. I decided to go for the former and just be glad that we were NOT in trouble.

"You're going to so love the next one."

As we head back out the troublesome two are still there but we manage to use the art to block their view of us...we scurry past and thank our stars they didn't see us as we enjoy the rest of the tour.