Makoto ran down the list of what she was cooking. The steamed rice was finished and being kept warm, the miso soup was ready and still on the burner, the pickled vegetables were already in bowls on the table just like the salad, and the fish was still raw since she needed to prepare that at the last minute.

She eyed the saki she had already opened and put it on to warm. She had already sipped her first drink since her nerves were absolutely shot.

A knock on the door drew her out of her nervous musings. She knew it could only mean Nephrite was there, and that fact made her palms sweat.

Shooting back the rest of her drink, she tried to steal her nerves. Once that was unsuccessfully done, she placed the empty cup in the sink and then made her way to the front door.

On her way to the door, she paused at the mirror to fix her curled bangs, which had been curled a bit from the steam in the kitchen. Once she had them in order, she made it to the front door and opened it.

Like every cliched movie she knew of, her heart skipped a beat at how handsome he was. Despite how thick her tongue felt, she said, "Come on in!"

Nephrite entered, took off his shoes, and put on a navy pair of guest slippers that she had laid out for him and noticed that his shoes were the only ones by the entrance. "I'm surprised I arrived first," he commented, laughing. "Or is Zoisite hiding somewhere?"

Makoto blushed a deep crimson and wanted to kick herself. No matter how many times she practiced the reply that Minako had scripted for her, she couldn't say it without reacting —damn. She was supposed to tell the next part like it was no big deal and play it cool. "It'll be just the two of us for dinner."

Now, she knew it was time to bite her tongue and say nothing else, no matter how much she wanted to ramble and make excuses. Minako and Ami insisted that she treat it like being questioned in court. She needed to answer the question asked and not volunteer any more information. They emphasized that otherwise, it would be evident that she meant to trick him.

"Everyone else couldn't make it?" He pressed.

Makoto wanted to melt into a puddle and seep through their flooring to disappear. That was the one question they hoped he wouldn't ask. She couldn't evade a direct answer without looking suspicious, and answering truthfully gave the whole game away.

She walked to the table, fiddled with the place setting nearest her, and tried to find an excellent answer that would pop into her head. It didn't take long for her to realize she would come up absolutely blank.

Nephrite added, "Jadeite broke up with a girl to eat your cooking. The guys really couldn't make it?" He knew he was exaggerating but was trying to make a point.

Makoto clung to his comment about Jadeite to stall for time. The night he mentioned, Jadeite had tried to cancel a date with his girlfriend when Makoto had invited Mamoru's friend over to dinner to meet Usagi and her friends. His date responded by getting clingy and pissed. It resulted in her request: meet her for dinner or break up. He chose Makoto's cooking over a girl he was marginally interested in. That evening, he met Rei for the first time. He never regretted his decision.

"Jadeite came over to get to know Usagi and her friends. It wasn't my cooking."

Nephrite shook his head in response and said, "That's the party line on what happened. What really happened was that he announced that your cooking was more than worth the bother of hanging out with a bunch of girls he didn't know. You had sent those amazing cookies with Mamoru beforehand. I believe he even added he'd submit to torture to eat your cooking."

"That's so sweet!" Makoto replied, smiling and forgetting the question he had asked that she wanted to avoid. "I'll make some cookies for him."

Bringing her back on topic, Nephrite asked, "So, what happened to the group dinner?"

At that moment, she was sure Minako had set her up. Of course, he would ask questions like that, not those she had prepped Makoto for. She suspected it was because Minako wanted to force her to be direct with Nephrite—something Makoto had declared early on that she wanted to avoid.

"It's just me?" he pressed.

"Minako is a bitch," Makoto huffed. She saw the shock register on Nephrite's face, but she didn't care. She meant those words with everything in her right now.

She grabbed her phone out of her back pocket and started texting. "What are you doing?" Nephite asked, confused.

"I'm texting Kunzite that Minako is hiding in his apartment naked. I'm ruining her surprise." If she was going to suffer, she wanted to mess with Minako, too.

"I don't think that's going to have the effect you were hoping for," Nephrite countered, smirking. "I have a feeling he'll make a game of it."

"Damn!" she fussed, tossing her phone on the chair nearby. "You're right, that's going to backfire. I helped her!"

Nephrite said, "At the risk of sounding nosey, why are you mad at her?"

Makoto sighed slowly and frowned. "She tricked me into…" She couldn't help it and couldn't bring herself to tell him.

"I'm confused. Did you expect others?" She saw him notice only two place settings at the table and could see when he realized what was happening -she thought. "Oh…." he trailed off.

Knowing she was tearing up, she closed her eyes and leaned to half sit on the dinner table. "Yeah. Oh... If you want to go, I understand. This is so awkward. She promised I could play this cool —lier."

"You're a great cook. Why would I leave?"

That question stabbed her in the gut. Ouch. He only wanted to stay for her cooking.

She opened her watery eyes and didn't hesitate to look at him. She was already humiliated and figured it couldn't get worse. "I'll finish dinner, and you can eat."

She had the fish grilled quickly, and all the plates were on the table in what she felt was record time. Her purpose now was to feed him and let him run out the door after dinner. She decided not to mention dessert. It felt like it would seem like she was trying to delay him.

"Itadakimasu," Nephrite said clearly before taking his first bite. Once he finished swallowing, he stated, "You're the best cook. This is delicious."

Dinner felt incredibly slow and painful for Makoto. Still, it was a first for her. She hadn't ever been so miserable as someone enjoyed her food as much as he did. His compliments on her cooking kept coming the whole time, and she had to smile and pretend to enjoy it.

A few minutes later, he had eaten quickly, as the guys usually did. He paused with his last piece of fish halfway to his mouth, "I'm sorry."

She looked at him sadly when he went on to eat the last bite and didn't explain what he meant. Makoto placed her chopsticks down gently and said, "You don't have to be." It made her reflect on what a good guy he was as he worked to let her down gently.

Once he swallowed, he said, "Minako doesn't know when to stop sometimes. I get that."

"Yeah. She…" Makoto deflated. "Honestly, at least I know for sure."

"Know what for sure?" he asked, sounding confused.

"How you feel. Thanks for letting me down gently and staying for dinner. It still sucked, but putting it away uneaten would've been worse."

Nephrite held up one hand to stop her and said, "I thought you said that Minako set us up for dinner."

"That's what I was saying," she quickly declared, clinging to his explanation and hoping he would forget what she had truly said.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her. "I need you to do me a favor and be honest with me. What's going on?"

"It's not that hard to figure out. I tricked you into coming over for what was intended to be a romantic dinner for two. If you weren't interested in me, Minako acted like it would be easy to play off as an accident. It wasn't, and you aren't —dinner sucked."

She stood abruptly and started grabbing plates. She went to the kitchen and said, "Dessert is in the fridge. Take it home to the guys."

The moment she set the plates in the sink, she felt him grab her and spin her around. He then pressed her against the counter, grabbed her hair, tugging, and forced her to look up at him. Makoto hadn't realized until that moment that he had gotten out of his seat.

Fisting her hair, he looked into her eyes, "What's for dessert?"

Wide-eyed, she replied, "Chocolate mousse."

"What if I would prefer to eat it off of you?"

Confused, she muttered, "Isn't that moving too fast?" It bothered her that she was being too obvious that she wanted him. She wished it had crossed her mind to point out that she thought he wasn't interested in her, not that her body minded at all right now.

Still gripping her hair in one hand, he used the other to cup her neck and thumb her pulse point. With a burning gaze, he asked, "What if I beg?"

Makoto considered hopping up on the counter, lying down, and screaming at him to get the dessert out of the fridge. Despite the desire raging in her body, she tried to think rationally. "I need you to help catch me up here. I thought that I was being rejected, and now you're offering to beg to lick chocolate off my body."

He ground his hard cock against her core. "What are my chances of getting a yes?"

"You're not going to get out of telling me what's happening."

"Says the woman who tricked me into a date."

"Guilty. Now talk."

"I thought you meant that Minako tricked us both, and you were upset over the dinner for two."

"But…" Makoto pressed.

"But I've been crazy about you for months and felt like you rejected me."

"You want me?" she asked, looking longingly into his eyes.

"Yes."

"Good. Choke me and pull my hair. I want this to get rough, just like our sparring sessions."

He did just as she asked and used his hips to pin hers against the counter. "I grabbed your breast last time."

She remembered him apologizing profusely. "By accident, I know."

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I lied through my teeth."

Makoto was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving, loving how he had his hands on her now and the memory of him grabbing her the other day. "You shouldn't have lied. I would have let you do more."

"I'm not the type to force himself on a woman."

"I'm telling you that you wouldn't be forcing me."

He flexed his fingers around her neck, not increasing the pressure but playing the game of being rough with her. They regularly sparred at Rindoukan Karate, and he felt like he was well-practiced in engaging with her but pulling his punches. They never fought to injure. "I worry that I might be taking those words too literally —wishful thinking and all."

She rolled her eyes at him dramatically. "Don't make me beg."

He kept a hold of her hair and released her neck. He then ran his hand over her collarbone and down to her breast. He then grabbed and squeezed it, feeling it more than fill his hand. "Can I eat dessert off you?"

"Yes."

Using her hair, he pushed her down to her knees and unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard cock. Pressing the tip against her lips, he paused and gave her a chance to object. Not hearing anything, he thrust forward, shoving his cock into her mouth. "I need some relief before I can take my time with you."

She was absolutely starting to choke on it, but she worked hard to suppress her gag reflex. Letting him guide her with his grip on her hair, pushing her head and making her take in more of his cock she relaxed into it. His mumbled curses of praise delighted her, and she loved the feel of his thick manhood in her mouth.

He locked eyes with her as he slowly thrust into her mouth. The heat burning in her eyes pleased him and encouraged him. "You look sexy sucking my dick... No comment?" He teased, knowing her mouth was full.

She sucked in her cheeks and hummed on his cock in response, and he shouted in pleasure. "You're just encouraging me."

Makoto took his whole cock in her mouth, and the tip went down her throat, and she worked him, feeling him lose control. She bobbed and sucked and fondled his balls until she made him cum down her throat. Once she swallowed it all, she let his cock slip from her mouth, and she kissed his softening member.

Releasing her hair, he grabbed her up off the floor, pressed her to his body, and kissed her passionately. As he did, he grabbed her ass in both hands and pressed her tightly against him.

Trembling from desire, Makoto asked, "Did… did that feel good?"

He peppered kisses down her neck and said, "That was the most intense pleasure I've ever felt in my life."

"I'm glad I pleased you."

"It's my turn now." He released her and went to the fridge to grab the chocolate mousse. When he saw them, he frowned. "They're in little fancy cups…"

"Bottom shelf, back right corner. The rest is in a bowl."

"You're the best!" He said, praising her and finding the bowl immediately. He dipped one finger in the bowl, removed a dab, and sucked it clean. "I'm going to get so fat dating you."

"I'll help you work off the calories," she replied, her tone dripping with seduction.

He startled her by turning to her abruptly and asking, "I get to have sex with you tonight, right? I need to know if I have to stop myself at some point."

"Sleep over," she said instead of answering. She blushed scarlet and added, "I don't want my first time to end with you walking away."

He dipped two fingers in the bowl and said, "Open." Once she did, he pushed them in her mouth, and she sucked them clean. "There might be times when one of us can't stay the night, but that will be the exception to the rule. I'll stay."

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and licked some chocolate off her lips. He then added, "It means we have to discuss rules for wake-up sex."

"And drunk sex," she added quickly.

"What?!"

"I get horny when I drink. Even Minako held me back at Zosite's birthday party two weeks ago. She told me that I kept trying to convince her that I needed to have you 'wrestle me into submission and claim your victory fuck.' I think it's the only time I know of her saying anyone was going too far."

"You were rather drunk," he pointed out. "That erases consent."

"That wasn't the problem. She knows I wanted you sober, too. She objected that I wanted you to do it in front of everyone at the party."

He laughed instantly, knowing what her issue had been. "I don't even know that girl's name. She crashed the party and wouldn't stop talking to me."

"Well, Minako tells me she kept me from clawing her eyes out, so you should thank her."

Nephrite reached out and caressed her arm. His fingers were cold from the bowl he had held in two hands. Now, he kept it in his left hand. "I had hoped it was making you jealous. I didn't think it was, but I wanted it to."

"You're kind of an ass, and I think somethings wrong with me because I like it."

He reached up her skirt, pulled her panties to the side, and fingered her clit. "I wish she would've let you attack her. I would have enjoyed it," he added.

Moaning and rubbing against his fingers, "pervert," she whispered approvingly.

"Guilty," he answered and then slid two fingers inside of her. "I like watching you fight, even against me."

She pulled off her shirt and bra quickly, pleased with the look of desire that flashed through his eyes. Next, she scooped some of the chocolate mousse from the bowl he still held with her hand and began rubbing it on her breasts.

He fingered her as he tossed the bowl in the sink, not caring what happened to it. Nephrite then bent down and licked her breast, cleaning a stripe of chocolate from her. "Turns out I also find it hot when you're compliant with me, too."

He took her wrist in his unoccupied hand and licked her palm clean. All the while, he was pumping his fingers in her pussy. Once that was done, he pulled his finger out of her, licked them clean of her juices, and then licked more chocolate off her breast. "You make the best dessert."

"This is so hot!" She moaned, rubbing her thighs together.

Nephrite reached around and unzipped her skirt and sent it and her panties to the floor. "Go lay on your bed."

She complied, and he stripped quickly on the way there. Once he was in her room, he spread her legs, licked between her folds, and then moved up and sucked her chocolate-covered nipple in his mouth. He kneaded her hip then as he slowly and methodically licked her breasts clean.

"I'll admit, during the party, I hid in the bathroom and jerked off thinking of you. That little green dress you were wearing kept riding up and driving me wild. All I could think about was taking you to a dark corner and convincing you to let me finger you." As he said that, he slid two fingers inside of her wet cunt. "I was a bit drunk."

She began grinding her hips and riding his fingers. "Ahh! Yes! This feels so good. I need…" He curled his fingers and rubbed her clit with his thumb, and she screamed out in orgasm.

He made a show of licking his fingers clean and then pulled her half on top of him. Holding her, he whispered, "You sound so beautiful when you're orgasming."

She lifted her head and looked at him. "Want to hear it again?"

Rolling her onto her back, he covered her with his body and replied, "Yes, but I don't have condoms."

"Nightstand drawer. This scheme was Minako's idea. Do you think she wouldn't leave me fully supplied?"

"What else am I going to find in there?" He asked as he quickly moved to fetch a condom. It didn't embarrass him that he looked so eager.

"Handcuffs, nipple clamps, a butt plug, and a vibrator. The last one is mine."

He chuckled when he saw the items, glad to notice that most were in the original packaging. He was relieved to see that it wasn't possible that they had been used on Kunzite. "Are any of these fetishes yours?"

"No, Minako just said she was keeping it 'tame' since I'm a virgin." She pointed at the drawer and added, "Except for the vibrator. That I use with…" She sat up and dug through the condom packages that Minako had filled her drawer with. She then fished out a photo and showed it to him. "This."

He blinked in surprise. "When did you take a picture of me in my swim trunks?"

"I pulled it off of one of Jadeite's social media accounts. You were all having a 'boy's weekend.' Luckily, the camera was good because I had to zoom in on the background to get this."

He blinked several times and finally said, "That should sound creepy, but I find it hot."

She tossed the photo back in the drawer and grabbed a condom. "Send me a nude later, and I'll replace it."

With wide, bright eyes, he said, "Will you send me one?!" He was thrilled by the prospect of her taking sexy pictures just for him.

"That only sounds fair."

Nephrite was achingly hard, so he ripped open the condom and rolled it on. He felt every muscle inside of him tense with anticipation. He laid her down and groaned as she spread her legs.

Once she did, he lined up his cock with her warm entrance and thrust in, breaking her barrier and sending intense pleasure through his whole body. Tenderly kissing her shoulder, he began thrusting. "Right there," he moaned. "So good."

Makoto wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pistoned his cock in her. Pushing her through an upward spiral of pleasure. As he penetrated her, she arched her back and rocked her hips along with his motion.

Wave after wave of bliss created over them and pulled them deeper into the pleasure-filled abyss. They clung to each other as they found mutual satisfaction.

When she orgasmed, her walls fluttered hard, triggering his orgasm and making him pulse out. Once their orgasms abated, they lay boneless in each other's arms.

After tossing his condom and cleaning up Makoto, he climbed into bed next to her and slipped under the sheets with her. "We never made any rules about morning sex. I have a feeling I'm going to need those tomorrow."

She nuzzled her face into his neck and replied, "You have my permission to do anything you want. How about you?"

"My body belongs to you. Anything you want, I'm willing."

"That whole discussion was anticlimactic," she teased. "The rules are that there are no rules."

Raising one eyebrow at her, he smirked and said, "That sounds like there will definitely be a climax to me. I have plans for you tomorrow."

She shuddered with excitement for the promised pleasure. "Not that I would say anything was out of bounds now. We don't need to wait."

"Roll over —ass in the air," he commanded in response.

She obeyed, and as soon as her ass was presented to him, he spanked her on her right butt cheek. He then licked the spot he had struck and then nipped little bites on her ass. Nephrite then did the same thing to the other cheek. "Your pink ass looks so juicy."

Makoto felt her pussy begin to drip. She was awash in desire and loved him getting rough with her. Their sparring sessions had always excited her, leaving the burning desire in her unfulfilled.

Grabbing her ass and squeezing, he shook her a bit and moaned as her butt wiggled. "Every time I sparred with you. Every. Damn. Time. I wanted one of us on their back on the mats each time. My cocked ached with my desire to be fucking you. No woman in this world is as perfect as you. Every ounce of your perfection made me want to dirty you up."

He thrust his cock into her tight pussy from behind and held it deep inside of her, not moving. "You know better than just to take this."

She looked at him over her shoulder and said, "Than to let you fuck me raw? You're right. I absolutely know better."

He slid his cock back out of her and raked his fingers through his hair. "You're trusting that I'm not an asshole."

She laid on her back, spread her legs, and looked up at him seductively. "Neither of us can have a disease, so I'm safe there. As for the rest… I don't think you're the type to take chances."

"Getting you pregnant would tie you to me for the rest of your life. I'm not against that last part."

She held her wrists together, showing them to him. "There are other ways to tie me up," she sassed.

With his cock, erect and aching to be back inside of her, he got on his hands and knees over her and lowered his lips to her ear, "Now tell the truth. You didn't seem concerned."

"I'm on birth control."

"For how long?"

She caressed his face and said, "Long enough. I just know it isn't wise for a man to trust someone when they say that. I could be trying to trick you into getting me pregnant to trap you."

"You don't need to. Trapping me would be silly when I'm already caught."

He spread her thighs with his legs and pressed them open more. "It's your call," he said as he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

"I want to feel you cum inside of me, please," she begged.

Nephrite thrust in and screamed out from the intensity of the pressure he felt. He thrust a few times and moaned, "You squeeze me so good. That feels…!" He thrust hard and said, "Shit!" Deflating a bit when he felt himself cum inside of her instantly.

Laying on her, he whispered, "Sorry."

She kissed his cheek and whispered, "Don't be. I'm taking that as a win. My pussy did that to you."

"I see your point," he conceded. "And yes, you have a pussy that got me off that quickly. My lesson here is to wear a condom."

He lay with her on the bed and wrapped her in his strong arms. "And I'll do just that once I recover."

That night, they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

The following day, Nephrite felt he had something to prove. He woke early, slipped on the necessary condom, thrust into her, and instantly began taking her hard. His hips were thrusting as he penetrated her deep, and their bodies slapped together.

Makoto came awake screaming in pleasure and clinging to his muscular body.

Minako snuck in with Kunzite trailing her, ready to get to her room and have sex again. They had left the ball gag he had wanted to use on her at her place, so they decided to change locations from his apartment.

She giggled when she saw the dinner plates still left out on the table. Motioning for Kunzite to follow her to the kitchen, she held her hands over her mouth when she got there. It was to keep herself from laughing loudly.

Men's and women's clothes were strewn around the kitchen, and a bowl of chocolate with a handprint was in the sink. "My guess is dinner ended well, at least," she said dryly.

Kunzite grabbed her and pulled her close. "As glad as I am, I'm losing interest. Time to tie you up, my little sex slave."

Then, they heard Makoto screaming out in pleasure as the slapping of skin on skin.

Minako's eyes danced with mirth. "It seems we have a competition at hand. Make me scream louder, baby."

He pretended to pout and grabbed her breast, "So that's a no on the gag?"

"It's a no right now. You know your competitive side will enjoy this."

"I do like winning," he bragged.

Nephrite and Makoto heard Minako scream in pleasure, and Makoto mumbled, "Oh, hell no!" With lust in her eyes, she looked up at Nephite and said, "I can take it rougher."

He took that as the chance to let loose even further, and he wrestled her as he fucked her harder. As he did, he miscalculated the size of her bed, and they both tumbled to the floor, bumped the nightstand, and knocked the lap to the floor, breaking it.

It missed them entirely, which meant he didn't have to pause. He thrust back into her pussy and pounded her as he worked to pin her down with his wrestling moves. To his delight, she fought back as she gasped for breath and shrieked in pleasure.

"Take my cock!" He demanded as he managed to immobilize her body and grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. "Fuck! Right there!"

"Yes! Right there! I need…!" Words were lost on her after that. Her climax was building, and she grunted in pleasure until he orgasmed, and his thick pulsing cock triggered hers and left her seeing white and clinging to him desperately.

At the end of that day, neither couple felt they lost any of the multiple rounds they competed in.