The Temptress
Chapter 4
By Baine
Email: ladybaine at gmail dot com
Posted: December 22, 2006
Well, this is the last chapter for a while. I’m leaving in a few minutes to go to Hong Kong, then we’re doing a stop-over in Tokyo before returning home...
See you all next year! Enjoy your holidays and consider this chapter to be your lovely present! I’ve wrapped up a hot, wet Mamo-chan and put him alone in an apartment with Usagi...Can you think of a better present? I know that I can’t!
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The Temptress
Chapter Four
By Baine
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“Motoki, for the last time, I said NO!”
Motoki watched with wide eyes as Mamoru paced his office like a caged tiger, stopping at the window to peer down into the dirty streets of the city. “But, Mamoru—”
“Look Toki, I have too much going on to play baby-sitter to some bratty little girl.”
“She isn’t a little girl anymore, Mamoru. Besides, she’s being stalked—and from the sounds of it, her stalker might be the woman we’re looking for!”
“For all we know, she’s the woman that we’re looking for. I mean, she fits the bill, right? Blond hair, blue eyes. Same body shape that all the guys were describing. Plus, she mentioned male genitalia.”
“God, Mamoru, this is Usagi that we’re talking about! She wouldn’t even hurt a fly! Besides, you know her as well as I do—since when is she a seductive tramp who parties all night? You didn’t see her at that apartment. She looked so...lost. She would have jumped at every little shadow if I hadn’t been there to make her feel safe.”
“Either that, or she’s a great actress. I mean, come on. She thought that she was about to be busted, for chrissake!”
Motoki stepped back to peer up at his best friend and partner. “Why do you hate her so much, Mamoru? This is going beyond the petty rivalry that you two had back in school. You know as well as I do that you’re just using her as a scapegoat to get rid of your frustration.”
Mamoru deflated, slumping into his chair with a sigh. “Yeah, I know. It’s just...I’m just so frustrated with this damned case! We have no solid leads and now I have to spend my nights making sure that nothing happens to my childhood enemy!”
“Every other night. Don’t forget that I’m giving up my time to watch out for her, too.”
“Yeah, but you actually like the girl.”
Motoki gazed at his friend with solemn eyes. “So would you if you gave her a chance.”
“Whatever, dude.”
“Look, if it makes you feel better...just pretend that you’re staking out her house. I mean, for all we know, our culprit will show up there tonight gift-wrapped with a bow and we’ll be the talk of the town tomorrow morning.”
“I guess you’re right.” He chewed absently on the end of his pen. “I just wanted to do some more investigative work, interview a few more people with connections to the victims.”
“Well, you can do that tomorrow night, pal. Tonight, you’re on guard duty.”
“I still say that you should go first since this was your damned idea in the first place.”
“Yeah, but if I don’t take Reika out for our anniversary, I’ll be missing my most prized body part come tomorrow. You don’t want to see me become another statistic, do ya?”
“Fine, fine.”
Motoki grinned and slapped his friend on the shoulder. “Ah, I know you can do it. Just watch yourself, okay? Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do! I’d hate for you to start thinking with the wrong part of your anatomy and leave me to finish this case by myself.” He smirked as he threw his friend’s earlier words back in his face.
Mamoru snorted in disdain. “Like I would want to do anything of that nature with her.”
“Well, you did admit that you think she’s one hot sex kitten.”
“What!? I did no such thing!”
“Sure you did. You admitted that Usagi has the same sort of physical attributes that all of the guys said that our mystery lady had. They all described the woman as one sexy lady. By saying that you thought Usagi had the same type of look, you were admitting to the fact that you think she’s hot.”
“You’re deluded.”
“Well, you, my friend, live in the City of Denial.”
Mamoru threw a wad of paper at his friend as the blond made his way to the door, hitting him in the head. He glowered around his now-empty office as his thoughts became occupied once more by the very woman that he had finally succeeded in forgetting about.
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Usagi sighed contentedly as she leaned back against her bed, listening to the soothing sound of water strumming against the wall of the room next door. She ran her hand down the smooth satin of her ebony nightgown, removing invisible wrinkles as she kept an eye on the bathroom door.
She hadn’t anticipated that things would elevate so fast. Hell, she hadn’t even expected Motoki to swing by her apartment! She had been lucky to think up such a quick save...and it wound up working better than she had imagined possible. After all, now Mamoru was going to be confined to her apartment every other night. If she couldn’t make him fall in love with her after that, then she wasn’t Tsukino Usagi, genius extraordinaire!
Above all else, she now, she had a reason to be near him without arousing his suspicions. The only thing that worried her was the fact that he might go snooping around and find her evidence. She couldn’t let that happen—not when she had him right where she wanted him!
She snapped back to reality as a puff of hot air glided across her face. She looked towards the doorway to see steam billowing out of the bathroom. Mamoru appeared in her line of vision, his bare chest glistening in the dim light. She watched, riveted, as a droplet of water trailed his chest, following the line of his treasure trail before disappearing into the white towel that lay slung across his waist, hiding his family jewels from sight. She found herself noticing the sculpted contours of his abs, a sure sign that he worked out a lot and cared about his physical appearance. His skin was an even tan, giving him a devilish bad-boy persona as he sauntered into her room and leaned against her door frame.
“You know, Usagi, as a guy, I shouldn’t have to resort to smelling like a basket of fruit.”
Usagi blinked in surprise, her eyes snapping up to meet his own. She found herself drowning in them. Never before had she seen eyes so intense in color...or so closed off from thought and emotion. “Wh-What are you talking about?”
“Your shampoo. Mango Madness with a touch of watermelon extract? What’s up with that?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. It smells pretty?”
He snorted derisively. “If you’re a girl.”
“Well, in case you didn’t notice, buster, I am a girl. Usagi flounced off of her bed and moved until she was standing right in front of him. “Besides, it’s my shampoo. You don’t have to use it. You can just sit there and smell bad for all I care!”
He leaned towards her, his warm breath wafting across her cheek. “I do not smell bad.”
“Not now, you don’t.”
“Why are you so childish?” He asked, crossing his arms over his still-damp chest.
“Why are you such a prick?” She glowered at him and stuck out her tongue as she blew him a raspberry.
“That’s mature,” he griped, his eyes locked on the sloping contours of her mouth.
“Thanks. I thought so.” She drew her arms across her chest, mocking his posture and drawing his attention to the scrap of cloth that she called a nightgown. His eyes darkened as he stared at the miles of creamy skin on display before him. It made him want to become an explorer, to travel those long, supple legs until he reached—
“What are you wearing?” He asked, his eyes on her chest as it rose and fell in time with her breathing. Because he was so tall, he was able to see down the valley between her breasts quite clearly...and she was no longer wearing a bra. Steering his mind away from such thoughts, he wrenched his gaze from her body in order to stare once more into ocean-blue eyes speckled with golden flakes. Gods, he thought with a groan, even her eyes have the ability to mesmerize me.
“A nightgown. What does it look like?” She looked down and smoothed away an invisible wrinkle.
“Underwear.” He gazed at her bluntly, his eyes never wavering from her own.
“Well, you’re a pervert, then.”
“And you’re not asking for perverted thoughts with a get-up like that?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but normally, there aren’t any men with raging libidos hanging around my apartment and staring at my night clothes.”
“Tragic.” He gave her an obvious once-over and grinned at the flush that he saw forming across her cheeks. “You’re not embarrassed, are you?”
“Please,” she scoffed. “Maybe if I was walking around in a bra and thong. I’m decently clothed at the moment and have nothing to be concerned about.” She brushed past him and into the hallway. She made her way to the linen closet and pulled out a blanket and sheets before making her way back to her room and dumping it all in a pile on the floor.
“Here you are, Mamoru!” She smiled sweetly. “You can take one of the pillows from my bed.”
“What makes you think that I’m going to sleep on the floor?”
“Well, you’re obviously not sleeping in my bed, because that’s where I’m sleeping.”
“Who says that I’m sleeping in your room at all? I was planning to crash on the couch.”
“And have Toki flay you in the morning when he finds out that you weren’t protecting me 24/7?” She shivered at the thought. “He can be scary when he’s mad!”
“Well, I can’t sleep in your room!”
“Why not? It’s not like we’ll be doing anything besides sleeping. Besides, you don’t even like me that way, right? And I don’t like you, either. So what is there to worry about?
Famous last words, Usagi, Mamoru thought as he grudgingly prepared his new ‘bed’ next to the one belonging to the golden-haired vixen. Famous last words...
He settled into a cocoon of sheets, fluffing his pillow aimlessly as his eyes followed Usagi around the room as she prepared for bed. Watching her shake out her golden hair reminded him of cascading waterfall laced with the rays of the sun. Had her hair always been that gorgeous? It looked so silky and soft. He nearly protested when he saw her encase the shimmering strands into a messy bun at the base of her neck. He almost asked her to leave it down, but the words died on his tongue as she headed toward him, her sorry excuse for a nightgown clinging to her curves and taunting him even further.
Because of his position at the foot of her bed, she was forced to climb over him to get into it, her awkward position showcasing the fact that she didn’t wear underwear when she slept. Mamoru bit back a groan as he helplessly watched her miles of flesh disappear above him, her ass jiggling freely as she steadied herself, giving him the view of a lifetime. Once settled, she reached over and turned off the lights. “Good night, Mamoru.”
“’Night, Usagi,” he ground out, his hands clenched into fists at his side. Gods, but it would be a long night!
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Chapter Completion: July 25, 2006
Re-worked: December 21, 2006
AN: Special thanks to my fabulous editor Kel! Also, thank yous go out to Chibi Anonymous and Diana Moon for listening to me rant and rave as I tried to write eight chapters in two days in order to meet deadline...
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