Surprise Surprise!
What happens when Usagi grows curious about a mysterious gift delivered to her apartment the night before Mamoru is due back from a conference that clashes with their window of opportunity to conceive Chibi-Usa? But is she in for a surprise, or is he?
~*~
I have been watching the calendar like a hawk. The numbers of significance are those impaled with colored pins, encircled in texta and have stars or stickers assigned to every special moment of my life this calendar commemorates and of those who matter to me most. Shingo calls it, a graffiti nightmare!
The pink rose pins are so sweet, the tiny artificial blooms look so pretty on the glossy pictorial pages of the Kiki Special Delivery Service themed calendar. There she is, waving with a smile, her magical cat balanced perfectly upon the enchanted broomstick.
I have been preoccupied with my fertility for months now. I know it is close to the time Mamoru and I must bring Chibi-Usa into the world. But He is -- believe it, or not -- away! The window of opportunity is closing and I am super-anxious, I got to get with the program and fast.
I feel like a cat that is in heat, having to ignore the strange but pleasant sensations that ripple through my abdomen every time I think of Mamoru, or anything to do with lovemaking. Hell, I had to stop reading magazines, watching TV if a torrid sex scene was playing, or whenever a stray erotic thought entered my head. Sure enough, I would feel my nipples harden under my top and my palms getting sweaty. I would blush like a ripe tomato at what else my crazy body would do to me. No fun, I can tell you, especially when it happens in a public place or around friends and family. When you’re clenching your knees together trying to stop yourself falling over the edge of sexual insanity, there’s nothing more humiliating.
But despite being hot and bothered a lot of the time, I must concentrate with what little grey matter I still possess on maintaining control, no matter what, reminding myself not to get lost in the maze of ‘what if’ scenarios. You know, what if we don’t do it on the right day? What if… not going there. My first priority is to keep my mind on keeping my cool and not flying into a blind panic.
I’m nobody’s fool, although I was a slow starter. I was a ditz at school, but my grades were good enough before I finished, getting me to university. I am no A-grade student, and I had to work hard. Life had been less fractured and peaceful in recent times, giving me the stability; I needed to get my act together. I was no genius, far from it, but I ran at a comfortable C average. I got enough Bs to get my degree with the help of Umino, Mamoru and dear sweet Ami.
~*~
I am losing control of my body and my brain. Every time I start thinking lustful thoughts, picturing Mamoru bare-chested, I turn my thoughts to something else. But I found by thinking of some of the craziest things I have done out of pure naivety, I both cringe and cackle like a hyena. Let me tell you about the time I wanted to surprise Mamoru and the guests of his birthday party, this taking place just after the episode with Galaxia and the Animates.
Well, I had gone shopping with Minako, Rei and Ami and we’d gotten the food, wine and soft drinks, and decorations. We were all so excited about decorating the apartment and making things just right for the occasion. We baked, cleaned, and went about transforming his apartment. I was still living at home at the time, and I had arranged vases filled with pink roses grown by my mother to be set around the living room and out on the balcony. Everything was in readiness. As the girls hugged me, we did the inevitable high-fives and winked at each other. We said our good-byes and I closed the door and spent the next ten minutes examining critically our handiwork.
But then in a burst of inspiration, I thought, balloons. But the shops were too far away and I wasn’t going to go all the way back on my own to get them.
So, I had a brainwave. I know, you’re laughing right now, stop it! But seriously, I was sure I could find some in the apartment somewhere. After all, muffin was a guy, and he must have had heaps of parties in that apartment. So I began a systematic sweep of each room looking everywhere for anything resembling balloons.
“Damn, no balloons!” or so I thought.
I had just about given up when I looked in the top draw of Mamoru’s bedside table, and sure enough, right up at the back left-hand corner were a box of what I assumed to be balloons.
Excited, I pulled the box with the weird foil packets out and stared at them in puzzlement for a moment or two and shrugged. There was English writing on them and I was terrible at reading English much to Ami’s chagrin. Without a second thought, I began to blow them all up and I was in my element, squeeing delightedly at the pretty balloons.
I had plenty of pink ribbons over after our shopping jaunt and proceeded to tie them to each customized balloon. I spent the afternoon adorning these with all sorts of motifs and had a ball. Whistling to myself, I began tying these to the balcony, and any place within the apartment, even outside in the corridor with two of these flanking the lift doors.
“Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all,” I sighed, nodding approvingly.
I thought it would be extremely cute to watch my Mamo-chan reading the captions on the balcony balloons from his vantage point in the street below. I couldn’t wait to see his face when he read, ‘Welcome Home My Darling B-day Muffin!” Gorgeous pink rose motifs drawn with my own hand all over these with hearts and crescent moons, they were perfect.
~*~
I had rushed downstairs to wait for my guy and sat on the bench opposite where he always parked. But little did I realize that things were not exactly about to go the way I had hoped.
I saw Motoki’s black Corvette Stingray first, and then Mamoru’s sleek red number pulling up along the sidewalk. Mamo-chan waved and everyone piled out: the girls, Luna and Artemis, Motoki and his fiancé. We gathered on the sidewalk and I was so excited.
I called to Mamo-chan and pointed to the balcony. I will never forget that day as long as I live. “Aren’t they just beautiful, Mamo-chan,” I gushed.
“Um, beautiful?” he responded as if struck by lightning.
“Uh-ah, so pretty, don’t you think?” said I, bouncing up and down as were my odangos.
Suddenly, Motoki, and then Reika, then the girls, even the cats, began giggling.
I was a little taken aback. I thought my handwriting was reasonably good, given I had the degree to prove it. “What is supposed to be so funny?” I growled, stamping my foot.
Then Haruka, holding Michiru’s hand rocked up, chuckling, “Hey guys, did we miss something here?” she winked at the guys.
“Oh Usagi, you’re so sweet, but dear Bunny-chan,” Michiru said, in a warm consoling tone. “Your big heart more than makes up for the confusion,” she hugged me. But I felt as if I were slapped for something I hadn’t done. I just didn’t get the strange reactions.
When I looked at a red-faced Mamoru, and saw Motoki almost doubled over laughing uncontrollably, I knew it was bad.
“U-Usako… they’re not balloons!” dear muffin managed, between howls of laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks. I scowled. But as I watched Luna and Artemis scratching and washing themselves, I began to feel uneasy.
“All right people… Sailor Moon says, what the hell is soooo funny?”
“Those aren’t balloons, Usako, they-they’re condoms!” he gasped, “I-I love you, darling, you’re so sweet, but-”
“Oh by the Kamis!” I screamed, mortified, and blushed several shades of red, and yet, I couldn’t help it, I burst into tears. Mamoru hugged me and stroked my plaits, then wiped my tears away. “I didn’t know. Oh, I’ve embarrassed you!”
“Hey, it’s all right, I’ll survive, and besides, your heart was in the right place. Try and see the funny side of it, it is so kawaii!”
But fate can be so cruel. As if to add insult to injury, I stared as one of the balloons had somehow come loose. As if on cue, it floated to the street below and a woman in kimono gasped, waving her cherry blossom fan in front of her red face in shock as her tethered Corgi jumped free. Barking triumphantly, celebrating its newfound freedom it ran on its little legs after the rogue ‘balloon’ with the picture of myself and Mamoru, the cats, and roses festooned all over the elusive sphere. The shining object was carried by the wind down the street as the little dog caught up and pounced. The loud ‘pop’ set the guys off again!
Two fully-grown good-looking guys in stylish suits laughing like crows. If crows laughed, they’d sound just like that. Trust me. The girls, too in paroxysms of mirth at my expense. Rei and Minako on their backs as was Makoto rolling around on the pavement. Haruka gripping the stop sign to prevent herself falling as Michiru sat on the lawn with the cats.
I placed my hands on my hips and just stared at them as if they were from another planet – perhaps we all are, but that’s not the point.
I looked up, a sheepish grin on my face adorned with my tears, and everyone was hugging and encouraging me. Soon we were all laughing and the night, after that, was a roaring success.
~*~
I still remember that party with fondness. But my thought soon brought me back to the present. After getting the call and Mamoru telling me he couldn’t get away until Saturday – tomorrow -- I was a basket case for the rest of that week. Now it is Friday night and I miss him so. He assured me he would be back in time for the night we would spend in each other’s arms that had so much riding on it aside from our passion.
I spent last night at Makoto’s house playing scrabble and Maple Story with the girls on the computer and listening to J-pop and C-pop and other stuff. I enjoyed it, but it was a temporary respite from my anxiety and rebellious body. Even Luna and Artemis played their, er, paws at rock, paper, scissors.
But you know, my lifeline ironically for getting through the rest of the week was homework. The four letter word usually for me a major showstopper in my life. It was also running errands for Moraine-sama, our head of department that kept my thoughts in order and my obsession with sex at low ebb. Nothing like stress and stacks of work to kill libido. Then there was more work, real life encroaching on my amorous feelings for Mamoru, Minako blushed when she explained how a Senshi, and me, a Senshi Princess is as randy as a bunny -- her words, not mine -- almost has to tie herself down when she is in heat. But work at Tokyo University with the student services department kind of takes the zing out of me a bit. Thank the Kamis, as I am an airhead at the best of times. I don’t need my body becoming a sexual tuning fork on the job. So everything has its compensations. Besides, Mamoru being away also helps me keep my sanity as much as it makes me feel like a lovesick faery.
But now, I’m clawing the ceiling, struggling to keep my thoughts off getting naked and doing the wild thing. In other words, I am as horny as Minako’s proverbial bunny, or as hot as a burning furnace. In short, or in my case -- a short skirt -- I’ve got ants in my panties.
~*~
Oh, what a day. It was murder. I had stumbled up the stairs because the lift wasn’t working and my feet were killing me. I couldn’t stop eating ice cream or thinking about sex. But as they say, food for thought helps with all intellectual pursuits. That, my dear readers, is Mizuno Ami’s famous quote; she drops these little pearls of wisdom on an unsuspecting Odango Atama whenever she tutors me. I love her, but she is a hard taskmaster.
I fix myself a bowl of soup, feed Luna her customary grilled fish and potato wedges – and Artemis is here tonight as Mina is off having a good time – so I am to spend the evening coached by two Moon Cats and thinking about Mamoru, who is away in Osaka attending a medical seminar. What is a girl to do?
“Usagi, daydreaming again?”
“Sorry Luna, I hadn’t realized. You know, I have important things on my mind…” I trailed off; fiddling with my brooch, pretending it was Senshi business I was contemplating. But, I’m afraid, Luna knows me far too well and she isn’t fooled so easily.
“Stop worrying about Mamoru, Usagi… He will be returning tomorrow afternoon, so then you can let him know you have completed all your reading and the essay draft. He will be proud, as will I of you, Usagi. So, eat up…time is of the essence.”
I was doomed! “Okay, I will get a move on. But I warn you, you guys need to quiz me, so I hope you are up to the task…” I grinned, knowing Luna was unimpressed with my cheeky comment.
“We will see, Usagi. I am going to see how Artemis is doing with the computer,” she said, tilting her proud head up in the air, and striding out, an heir of arrogance in her gate.
I chuckled, careful to keep my amusement a closely guarded secret lest I bring down the wrath of two irate Moon Cats upon my person. Then I called after one of said fur balls, “What if I finish up early and send a text message to Mamoru, Luna?” I teased, just like when I went to Juuban Jnr. High.
Sure, childhood reminiscence… it’s not the same, but it is driving me crazy just moping around the apartment while he is wined and dined by the faculty staff and being besieged by attractive, enthusiastic female students and dignitaries…the thought made me shiver, really, Mamoru is not likely to succumbed to the wiles of a…or is he. The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. Oh, Tsukino Usagi, when will you learn to relax. Trust him, for after all, he is the future father of Chibi-Usa, and future King of this planet, and you will be…his most sexy, loving, reliable and powerful Queen. You have nothing to worry about… I kept telling myself, shame on me I know, but insecurity is a torturous overlord, harder to slay than a ravenous Youma whenever I am alone and he is away. So, I tried to distract myself as best I might.
~*~
It was Saturday morning. 9 AM. I was flicking through the various channels on the HD TV when I heard a knock at the door and a voice mumbling something about a special delivery. The guy sounded for real, but I was ready in case of trouble and peeped through the security lens and gasped. A vertical box, sugar-pink with a bright red ribbon wrapped around it resembling an ornate cartoon-like sarcophagus met my gaze.
The smiling deliveryman, cheerful as he held a clipboard and wore a uniform with leather peaked cap.
Mrs. Nashiro stood beside him admiring the profusion of pink roses and swaying. I thought she was swooning at the romantic message on the ornate card and or the perfume of the said blooms that were my muffin’s signature calling card. But this box was taller than Mamo-chan. I opened the door and stepped outside.
“Miss Tsukino; your parcel, enjoy!”
“Thank you!” I squealed as I signed the clipboard and handed it back and bowed. He returned the gesture and bowed to my blushing neighbor.
I must have looked like a little girl, jumping up and down on the spot, clapping my hands in delight. I walked around the huge box that stood like a sentinel in front of our doorway. I peeked into the small plastic window and could see a box of chocolates so huge I knew I’d take a month or more to finish them.
I then attempted to lift the box, but it was heavy, I found I could scarcely move it, let alone lift it and looked around for my neighbor for help. But she had disappeared, so I leaned against the colorful casket of blooms and other treats and sighed.
“Great, I can’t enjoy this out here in the hallway and my muffin isn’t due back until later today. What am I to do, transform into Sailor Moon to get this inside?” I muttered under my breath, and my eyes lit up, “I will do just that,” giggling with excitement, I rushed inside the apartment and struck a pose, “Moon Cosmic Power Transform!”
So what if the only enemy Sailor Moon was to deal with on this occasion was a man-sized box of flowers she couldn’t move… “Hmmm, man-sized?” I giggled, the thought was just too crazy but if it were true, I wanted to surprise him. Soooo, I made a few minor adjustments to my fuku, sprayed on the perfume Mamoru loved and hey, if my gut instincts were correct, when I propped myself on the couch and raise my Moon Wand and open the box of gorgeous flowers, I would be more than ready.
I used Sailor Teleport to move the mysterious parcel into the apartment. Seductively, I circumambulated it, humming the tune that Mamoru and I loved so much from the Star Locket. Even though the air in the apartment was warm, my bare arms and legs were covered in goosebumps. I was feeling both nervous and sexy, and a little naughty as a skirt and top and my boots were all I had on and I blushed at the thought as my sexual excitement began to rise. But if I were right, I would get more than I bargained for when I opened the box.
I returned to the couch, striking a most provocative pose and.. Oh, I am feeling fiendish tonight, and so hot.
“I untied my odangos, loosened the bow at my chest and I could smell a honey-like sweetness that began secreting from just about every pore of my body. It wasn’t sticky, but more nectar-like, like a flower. I licked my lips and raised my scepter and cried out, “Moon Cosmic Revelation!”
The box quivered and the front of the case opened, and hundreds of beautiful red and pink roses poured out onto the carpet. Giggling I called my second attack as the masked Tuxedo Kamen, beaming, met my gaze. I purred, “Celestial Panties Activation!”
I laughed as said pink and frilly undergarment hung off the top of his hat.
“Sailor Moon, prepare to fight me, but you’ll have to be on your guard, for we are playing for high stakes!” he declared, showering me with rose petals.
I giggled and retaliated, “Tux Disrobe Attack!”
Only his mask adorned his beautiful face. All his clothes lay scattered on the floor with the rose petals. The long-stemmed roses appeared in a series of crystal vases set around the apartment. I marveled too at his sumptuous and magnificent body. I was almost hyperventilating with lust and love, and I lowered my gaze and checked out his armament, and I knew I was ready for him. He looked at my whiles with equal pleasure and we laughed, “Come get me, muffin!” I said in a sexy tone.
~*~
I was floating, the sensation of feeling our bodies merging, and the undulations of making love were like nothing I could have imagined at this moment. Our translucent bodies encircled with singing gold and silver stars, and the female choral keeping pace with our exertions and as the moment of planting the seed within my womb that would blossom into our child took place, we cried with joy and kissed long and passionately. Our desires giving life to the baby bloom of our hearts, our little princess.
We floated back to Earth and found ourselves in bed, and dreamt of the crystal city and its people. Between us, little Chibi-Usa held each of our hands. We shared this beautiful dream. But the real magic was the knowledge we knew this dream would come true.
End
