~One Dark and Perverted Night~
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PART 5: "Let's Mead and Make Out"
Usagi nervously wound a blonde hair round and round her index finger, occasionally giving it a nibble when her anxiety spiked with a particularly vicious throb. Did the girls suspect her alibi? Was she missed at the sleepover? And...
Was Mamoru even *home*? She pounded on the doorbell again for good measure. He certainly was taking an abnormally long amount of time opening his door... generally the wait for her was- at maximum- only about a minute. It was already three heartbeats past the aforementioned sixty seconds. This was not good. Should she transform; make sure all was well? That Mamoru wasn't bathing in a pool of his own blood? That... *oh dear god*... he wasn't currently fondling another woman, petting her hair... stroking her-
Oh.
"Hi, Usako," Mamoru greeted after shuffling with the knob, arms mercifully devoid of crimson and females. Usagi breathed a sigh of relief.
"What took you so long?" the flaxen whined, marching over the threshold with an ornery disposition about her. She sniffed faux-irritably, subtly glancing around just to make sure a horde of horny coquettes weren't currently ducking behind the furniture or something.
Ooh, if only she knew.
"Did you just hear something?" the civilianized warrior suddenly inquired, freezing. Sounded like... *Rei's* voice? She was only imagining things... right?
"No," Mamoru replied, giving her a strange look. Usagi shook it off. 'Definitely going crazy...'
"So... what took so long?"
"I was... pre-occupied," Mamoru mumbled, ears turning pink.
"How?" Usagi asked, suddenly intrigued by the tell-tale blush marring his complexion.
Mamoru stuttered something muffled that sounded like "toilet", then abruptly changed the subject. "Want something to drink?" His paramour nodded eagerly, traipsing in his wake. She cocked an eyebrow after noticing the slight stumble to his gait.
"Did you start the party without me?"
Mamoru laughed heartily. "I only took a few sips... but considering I'm not much of a drinker, I've already got this buzz... my stomach's all warm and my balance isn't quite what it was an hour ago," he chuckled. Usagi sighed, shaking her head.
"You're not the only one... but I have to say, after those accidental moments of inebriation, and that tequila I thought was juice when we went to that dance a few days ago... I've become rather fond of the taste. It... helps take my mind off things once in a while," Usagi admitted, Mamoru pausing in the kitchen entryway. He looked vaguely concerned, and wrapped a protective arm round her waist.
"I know... I had a rough day at work. But I've also been thinking a lot... about our future... Do you realize how quickly Crystal Tokyo is sneaking up on us?"
Usagi shivered. "I'm elated... but terrified. In all respects, I'm still a normal girl! I haven't had to transform in about a year, but suddenly Luna's nagging me about 'royal responsibilities'. I only just started enjoying peace! Don't we deserve a little more *time*?"
"It's hard to believe that in a few years, we'll be head of a kingdom... and *parents* to boot... Gosh, Usako, it's just so surreal!"
Usagi twisted into his embrace, reaching up on tiptoe so she could cling to his neck. "I just want time alone with you. To not be worrying about Queenhood, and motherhood... or even exams! Is that so much to ask ruddy fate after all I've done for the world?"
"No," Mamoru said, capturing her lips in a kiss. He pulled away, but their hands were still connected at the palms. The ebony head pulled his blonde girlfriend into the humble dining area, currently flooded with warm yellow light. A single jutting window perched above his sink forecasted the cloudy night sky beyond. The moon futilely tried to peek from behind a gray cirrus, its puffy body threatening tempests and rain alike. Luckily, a thousand pearly streetlamps from Tokyo took over where the moon failed, providing an artificial luminance the couple inside detested. Usagi frowned as she watched the moon struggle, then faced away from the pane. She watched Mamoru riffle through his cabinets for some wine glasses, then triumphantly produce a bottle of honey mead. He winked, tipping them both a copious amount of the sweet elixir. Usagi giggled at his sloshy smile, wondering if that was what she looked like when she got hammered. The one named Tuxedo Mask passed her the drinking implement, then raised it.
"To life and peace."
"To life and peace!" Usagi crowed, gulping down the liquid with gusto. Mamoru sipped his a little more conservatively, midnight eyes gleaming with humor when Usagi proclaimed her desire for a second cup.
"Take your time," he warned, Usagi off-handedly reassuring him that 'she knew, she knew'. He poured the teen another full glass, then the final dregs of the mead into his own half-empty one. Together, they drained the glasses while chatting about the mundane aspects of school and jobs. Usagi was the first to broach the subject of Mamoru's day.
"You said earlier that work was rough," the Moon Princess commented, tracing the glass' rim with her middle finger. She peeked up at his expression from under her lashes. "And I was just wondering... if maybe you wanted to talk about it...?"
An angry shadow flickered onto Mamoru's countenance. "My boss... was being, in all fairness, a royal asshole. I don't normally pin that name on anyone... but he fits the description. I caught him making racial, derogatory remarks in front of one of our foreign employees. And get this- ten minutes later, he had to give a talk on the importance of recognizing and appreciating office diversity... and it was 'so well done', the execs higher up gave him a pay raise!" Mamoru snorted in disparagement, then took another heavy swig as if to ease his frustrations.
Usagi, who'd been leaning across the table in rapt listening mode, shouted: "That DICK!"
Mamoru spit out the mouthful he'd been seconds away from swallowing, the liquor spraying all over his clean countertop. He began roaring with laughter, stirred into greater hysterics at the surprised look Usagi wore.
"M-Mamo-chan?"
"Y-you... you... how'd you know that?"
"What?"
"That word- 'dick'," Mamoru quoted, snickering. "I never would've imagined you as knowing language like that..."
'Actually, I overheard Mako-chan use that phrase', Usagi thought smugly, but decided to play up his assessment and twist it into an advantage.
"There are a lot of surprises when it comes to me," the flaxen almost purred, sidling around to suggestively rub up against Mamoru's knees. The seated superhero gulped. 'Uh oh'. Did she *know* how much it turned him on when she swung her hips like that, acting all seductive?
"Usako," Mamoru said in a husky, throaty voice. He set down his beverage, catching her roaming hands in his. "What are you doing?"
"Me? Nothing," Usagi grinned coyily, moving back. Mamoru suddenly felt... hollow and empty. And definitely a whole lot more horny; like the absence of her warm body against him was only succeeding in driving his hormones even wilder. And the little vixen probably knew that, what with the way she was hungrily appraising him.
He knew exactly what she wanted. She'd confessed her taboo intentions before, and Mamoru sympathized. Not a day went by where he did not want to senselessly make love to her...
Yet something had always held him back. She was always too young; they were going to wait until after they married...
But alcohol has a way of impairing your judgement, and two glasses had done nothing in aiding either one.
Mamoru made a split-second decision right then. He stood up, cautiously sauntering over to the waiting eighteen year old. She graced him with a crooked smile, hesitating for a heartbeat to decipher his new expression. Somewhere in the back of her head she could hear more muffled noises, originating from an area in their vicinity. She doubted Mamoru was even paying attention; it seemed both cerulean eyes were greedily feasting on her visage, wondering what was the best way to suck her lips off. Still, she couldn't help but ask,
"Are you sure you don't hear something?"
"I- wha...?"
She took that as a no.
"I swear I'm going crazy, Mamo-chan," the Princess giggled, closing the gap between their skin. 'Oh, curse this damn clothing!'
"Am I making you crazy?" Mamoru whispered, a lustly lilt to his tone that made Usagi's knees feel watery and weak. He began a maddening dance, sensuously rubbing and grinding his abdomen against Usagi. The girl wanted to faint, it felt so good! Already, there was a noticeably harder appendage of Mamoru's that continuously ravaged her midriff, and the blonde couldn't help but respond to his ministrations with a little teasing of her own.
"Quite."
If she arched her hips upward a little more, guided by the raven-head's firm clamp on her buttocks... then Mamoru's member could drag itself across her womanhood. Usagi felt electricity race across all regions of her fevered body as somewhere in her brain, pyrotechnics went off. She gasped in pleasure, only vaguely coherent enough to hear Mamoru moan similarly. He wrenched her up off the ground, backing them into a wall as Usagi wrapped her legs around his waist in a straddle.
"Now am I making you as crazy as you are me?" Usagi breathed into his ear, nibbling ecstatically on the soft skin there.
Mamoru groaned, pushing his throbbing erection against her again and again as she began delicately trembling in arousal. "You have *no* idea."
TBC
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~AngelMoon Girl
