It was her third year of college and her fifth month of obsessing over Kunzite. That last part didn't sit well with Minako. She wasn't the timid type, and she felt like she was losing credibility with her friends when she lectured them on taking risks. Lately, she felt like they all looked at her like she was a hypocrite.

And when she really thought about it, she admitted that it was most likely only her perception. But she felt like a hypocrite, and that really bothered her more, especially when she was being timid over someone who mattered so much to her.

Yes, he was sexy-machismo on legs, but that wasn't all he was. For the second time in her life, she felt like someone really understood her at a deep level. The first, and for a long time, she believed the only person to ever really get her was Usagi.

Then Kunzite happened to her.

It was a Saturday, and she was down because it was her mother's birthday. Usually, that would be a happy time in a kid's life, even if they were off at college. But Minako was filled with memories of her parents going off to parties and leaving her behind –every year. Her mother never once celebrated her birthday with her daughter.

Usagi, of course, memorized her mother's birthday and knew not to ask on that day. Minako did notice she got lots of hugs from her friends on that day every year, though.

No one else ever noticed –until Kunzite.

She felt like a crazy person bursting into tears and crying all over him as she explained why she was upset. She blushed to remember it, but she knew there wasn't any way it could have been avoided. She was so taken off guard by him noticing that she was shocked into an honest answer.

There was a change from that day on. He didn't pull back like she was the lunatic she felt she acted like. He seemed to lean into the friendship. They had grown closer.

Close enough to where her attraction to him slipped into a love for him without her noticing at first. He was the catalyst that made her realize that she loved him. Kunzite showed up at her room one night, looking beaten down. She welcomed him in, and he laid out his whole crappy day for her. When he finished telling her everything, he looked at her like just telling her had eased his burden. At that moment, she was surprised her eyes didn't literally turn into hearts. She was half convinced they did until she realized he would have mentioned seeing that.

Then last night's party happened. They almost kissed. She nearly screamed in agony when he pulled back. She did hear him muttering something about her "drinking" as he eyed her glass.

She then went home and beat her fists into her pillow. One, she was not in the least bit drunk! Two, he was such a gentleman to worry about that. She was equal parts frustrated and charmed.

And so today happened.

She was wearing red micro-shorts and what was literally only a lacy black bra. She was gambling today, and she sure as hell was going to stack the odds in her favor. She also had Jadeite's key that Rei swiped off him for Minako before they went out of town for the weekend. She loved Rei.

She also loved Usagi. The woman who forced her to play all those arcade games growing up. It made her damn good at video games, and that worked perfectly for her plan.

After getting into Kunzite's dorm room, she slipped off her shoes and tucked them out of the way. Her red-painted toenails now showed, and she padded across the room to turn on the gaming system.

As she shot enemy soldiers, decimating the competition, she waited for Kunzite to return from the biology lab he had with his friend Mamoru, Usagi's boyfriend. A friend who wouldn't hold Kunzite up from returning to his room because his girlfriend was waiting for him. She loved a well-thought-through plan.

She was sitting in Kinzite's gaming chair, and when she won a round, she glanced down. He would be arriving soon, and she wanted to make sure she looked right.

She noticed her skimpy lace bra wasn't entirely covering her left nipple. She fought over whether or not to fix that. In the end, she did, figuring he might want to have a more active part in the reveal –she hoped.

The micro shorts she was wearing wasn't hiding anything. She could clearly make out her pussy as she sat in the chair with her legs spread. It pleased her. After all, she had intended on stacking the odds in her favor.

The next round started, and she knew she'd end up dying in this one. She heard Kunzite laughing in the hall, and once he got into the room, she knew her attention wouldn't be on the game.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as he entered the room, saw her, and quickly shut and locked the door behind him.

Now she just needed to try to gauge his reaction so she could end up with him touching her as quickly as possible.

His jaw was slack, and all he managed to get out was the question, "What are you doing?"

"You have the better gaming system," she replied as if that explained everything.

"But you're here in your underwear."

She smirked, "You're only half right. I'm wearing shorts."

He swallowed hard, hands fisted at his side. "Do you want to borrow a T-shirt? You look cold."

She let herself be killed and then set down the controller on the table next to her. "Is that a comment about my hard nipples?" It amused her how flummoxed he looked. She wanted to take him off guard, and by the looks of it, she had succeeded beautifully. Now if only the rest of her plan would work out so well.

"I can't look at you like this, Minako."

Well, crap, shethought to herself. And then, to her surprise, she was fighting off tears. She wondered why she always cried around him.

He hadn't noticed. He was busy grabbing a shirt out of his closet for her. Once he did, he tossed it at her.

She clung to his shirt as one lone tear slipped down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly and slipped the shirt on.

His rejection hurt.

She stood, not pausing to turn off the game, and made for the door. By that time, more tears were falling.

He grabbed her wrist as she tried to slip by him with her head down. "Minako." She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go.

At this point, she knew he hadn't seen her tears. But if she didn't get away soon, he'd see them, and she wouldn't have any dignity left.

"Minako! What's going on?"

She stopped trying to pull away, but her head was down, and she was facing away from him. She tried to force a light tone. "I just wanted to take out some stress and shoot some people. I'm going now."

"How did you get in?"

She slipped the key out of her pocket and handed him Jadeite's key. She was caught, and as much as she wanted to preserve her dignity, she wouldn't make Jadeite or Rei look bad. "I stole it. I knew he'd be gone this weekend."

"So you could play video games in my room in your underwear?"

She swiped her tears from her cheeks. "Not my best plan. Trust me, I'm regretting this, and it won't happen again." She then tried a diversion tactic. "Is the shower running?"

It worked to take his attention off her long enough that she could grab her shoes and run from the room as fast as she could.

Ami answered the door to the apartment. At first, she had looked tentatively out of the peephole, wondering who was pounding on the door. Once she saw it was Kunzite, she unlocked it, stepped into the hall, and shut the door behind her.

She looked up at the very tall man. "Do you need something?"

Minako hadn't done anything more than cry when she returned, but Ami had been let in on the plan, so she had a good guess at what had happened. She was confused, to say the least. She had thought she could see the sexual tension between the two of them.

"I wanted to talk to Minako," he replied.

Shaking her head, she said, "She's not here." Ami wanted to kick herself when she felt her cheeks flush.

"You're a terrible liar."

"Dammit," she mumbled.

"Did you just curse?"

She glared up at him. "I thought you were a gentleman. They don't call girls out on that."

"Cursing?"

"No, lying. Well, yeah, cursing too," she did her best to glare at him.

"Just let me see Minako."

"No!" Ami crossed her arms and planted herself in front of the door.

"Why? Something's bothering her, and I want to help."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What happened?"

"I don't know! She's acting strange. She stole Jadeite's key so she could play video games at my place in her underwear!"

Well, that explained a lot of it, but one part was still strange to her. "And the T-shirt?"

"I let her borrow it to cover up."

Ami's eyes grew wide as she stared up at him. "You told her to cover up?"

"Yeah."

"That's… New." She gave him a puzzled expression. "I don't think a man's ever asked her to do that before."

He raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Did you miss the part where I said she was in her underwear?"

"Nope. Did you miss the part where I implied all men, except you, find her sexy?"

He gave her a very flat look. "I didn't miss that she's sexy. I'm not stupid."

"I mean, I agree to disagree with you on that one," she sassed. "Minako was in your room in a bra and micro shorts playing video games, and you told her to cover up? Are you hearing this?"

"Yeah. Are you? She's my friend, and I was trying to be respectful."

Ami blinked comically. "Ouch. 'Friends.' I'm not passing that on to her."

"What does that mean?!"

She cocked her head and looked at him curiously. "You really didn't want her?"

"Of course I do! That's why I gave her my shirt!" He hissed at her, "You think I'm a gentleman. I'm really not! I wanted to rip her damn clothes off!"

"Fucking moron!" Ami replied, shocking the hell out of him.

"Since when do you swear like this?"

"Since you rejected my friend like an asshole!"

His head snapped back in shock. "Rejected?"

"Think. Really think, meat-for-brains. She snuck into your room wearing very little to 'play a video game.' If another guy told you that much of the story, how would you have assumed it would end?"

"Sex," he whispered with wide eyes.

She raised one eyebrow at him. "No shit Sherlock."

Minako washed her face to clean away the evidence of her crying. She hadn't cried long, but that wasn't unusual anymore. Her childhood had toughened her up, and she was grateful for that now.

She dried her face and sat down on her bed. She hadn't been able to take off Kunzite's T-shirt. Yeah, he had rejected her with it, but it also smelled like him. She was kind of attached to it right now.

Ami gently knocked on her door and said, "I'm going out. I'll be gone awhile. Call me if you need anything."

"Bye!"

"Bye," she heard in return.

Minako was relieved that Ami left. If she relapsed and cried again, she wouldn't have to muffle her tears.

She flopped back on her bed with her arms spread wide. She sighed and then was surprised to hear her door open.

"Ami, I thought you left."

"I'm not Ami," she heard Kunzite say.

She quickly sat up and looked at him in shock. "I wasn't expecting you" –was what she thought of as a massive understatement.

Darting up, she ran to her dresser and pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts to cover her very short ones. All she could hear in her head was Kunzite telling her she wasn't dressed appropriately.

Now more fully clothed, she turned to face him. She then asked, "Did you need anything?" She was curled in on herself, and she felt her lack of confidence after his rejection. She hoped he would say whatever it was he felt he needed to and then leave.

"I don't like how you're dressed."

She frowned and forced herself not to cry. "I know." She crossed her arms over her chest and bowed her head.

He walked forward and grabbed at the hem of the T-shirt. "No. I think we both didn't understand before. But now I'm sure that it's just you that doesn't." He pulled her toward him by his shirt. "I can fix that." He then roughly pulled the shirt off her, knowing she'd only resist due to his stupid misunderstanding.

Tossing it to the side, he smiled. "I'm already liking this better."

Minako was confused out of her mind. He just pulled the shirt off he insisted she put on. Had her heart not been breaking, she might have caught on sooner. It was him pulling off the oversized shorts that got her brain working –almost.

"What?" She managed to get out.

"See, the thing is that I walked into my room, and you were there looking like something out of my wet dreams. My brain immediately went to 'too good to be true' mode, and I needed you to cover up for my sanity. But." He stepped toward her and placed his warm hand on her thigh. "I was supposed to touch you."

She nodded slowly. "I thought I was obvious. I was practically naked!"

He smirked, twitching one corner of his mouth. "Yes. You are practically naked." He raked his eyes over her body. "That can be fixed easily, though."

He hooked his pointer finger in one of the cups on her bra and pulled it towards him. He looked down at her exposed breast and smiled. "This can come off next." Minako unhooked her bra quickly, tossing it to the side.

"In a hurry?" he teased.

She shrugged, "What of it? I wanted to get naked with you, and I'm getting my way."

He pinched both nipples. "And your boobs look fantastic." He then grabbed them both and squeezed.

Kunzite then grabbed her and pulled her back flush with his chest. He then rubbed her pussy through her shorts. "You've soaked right through the fabric." He had his other hand grabbing a breast. "Did I do that to you?"

"Yes," she moaned.

He kissed down from her ear, along her neck, to her shoulder, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "You're not just some fuck to me." He nipped at her neck and then said, "Although, there will be fucking."

"Lots," she agreed.

He chuckled. "Yes. But Minako, I'm in love with you."

"And I love you too."

He rested his head on her shoulder. "That's a relief."

"I don't know why you sound so surprised. You're becoming one of my best friends, and I'm attracted to you. Not that you kissed me last night."

"You'd been drinking!"

"One drink at that point. One! I wasn't drunk."

"I had to be sure."

She reached down and slid her shorts off. "And now?"

He shoved her on the bed. He then stripped, pulled out a condom that Ami threw at him in disgust, and rolled it on.

"Patience is for another man." He grabbed her legs and spread them wide. "I don't have that in me now. Not when I realized you thought I rejected you. You're the only woman I want in the world."

Minako teared up out of joy this time.

He climbed between her thighs, wrapped her legs around his waist, and thrust into her. She screamed in pleasure and writhed on his big cock.

He locked eyes with her as he pistoned into her hard. "I'm going to wreck your sweet cunt, Minako. I'm going to live between your thighs, bringing you to orgasm again and again."

She gripped his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks from her nails. "Do it. Take me as hard as you can. Fuck me over and over again. I can take it."

He kissed her hard as he snapped his hips, penetrating her and bringing her to new heights. She thought about how she wanted him to leave her walking funny for days.

He gripped her hips and used them as leverage to slam his cock into her as hard as he could. She moaned, "I like it rough!"

"Of course you do. You're perfect, after all."

He didn't let up on her, and she rode him as hard as she could, impaling herself on him. She grunted and mewled until she orgasmed, triggering his.

He collapsed on her. "Jadeite's gone. You're coming back to my place this weekend."

She nipped at his shoulder. "I know! I tried to start out there."

"Well, I'm an idiot," he huffed.

He then grabbed her boob. "An idiot with a sexy girlfriend who's going to have mercy on me and come to my place. Then I'm going to get her naked again and fuck her against every surface in the room."

She kissed his shoulder. "You're a lucky man."

"One more thing," he requested. "Don't tell Jadeite."

She giggled, knowing he planned on having sex with her on his roommate's bed too. "Deal," she agreed.