Anniversary part 2 and a half. {1/1} A Sailor Moon fanfic by Tim Nolan. -please be advised this is a hentai / lemon piece and that some may find it offensive. standard warnings apply. -please see the comments after the story -This story is dedicated to Luna and Artemis, a couple of real cool cats. :) author's note: this is the only one of these stories that isn't set on the night of Usagi's twenty-first birthday, and that is the reason for the number this story was given. consider it an interlude, if you will. Anniversary part 2 and a half. The view from the small boat that slowly made it's way across the channel was enough to steal your breath away. The small town that nestled on the side of the sheer cliffs surrounding the bay like something out of a picture postcard was his destination, but he was in no hurry to get there today. Not at all, he grinned as he savored the thought. Today was one day he could easily get away with asking Usagi for some time to himself, although she had gotten much better about the issue than she had been when they first started dating. Even though it had been at the last minute, he and Usagi decided to get out of Tokyo for a few weeks. Thanks to several favors owed to Michiru, she had been able to get them one of the private residences on the island to stay at for a week. Something a Greek shipping magnate had owed her, she had said as she smiled, in return for a few paintings that now graced a corporation's headquarters in Athens. It only took her a few minutes on the phone to arrange it and co-ordinate it with her and Haruka's flight to Europe for a race. Artwork was better currency than gold, it seemed, or at least in some circles. They spent a day together in Athens, visiting the sights with the two more experienced travelers, and had even walked up all the steps to the Parthenon. Usagi had insisted they do it, although he and the taller woman took turns carrying her when she got tired on the way down. Even Haruka, who tried to act nonchalant about it, was struck by how familiar it seemed. The ruins still evoked an earlier time, one they all knew from their distant past. The Moon Kingdom and Atlantis both had their roots in ancient Greece, and the design of the building made them feel more than a little homesick. To top off the tourist act, Usagi even had their picture taken by an cheerful looking American man there who was accompanied by a Japanese man with a despondent look to him. Haruka had asked the others later if they had any idea why the two smelled faintly of gunpowder. That evening, after taking their leave of the two women, a chartered seaplane had dropped them off at the island where they now stayed. It was almost a kilometer long, and several houses were spaced along the tops of the sheer cliffs, some facing land and some out to sea. Theirs was the one at the southern tip of the island, and commanded a view that gave them both sunrises and sunsets to enjoy together. Usagi was hungry as usual after they shared a bath and cuddled for a while last night, and was upset that it was too late to make it over to the Club Med on the mainland for dinner and dancing. The club was one of the reasons Michiru had recommended this place. Most of the locals had been smart enough to realize that the dwindling shipping in the region wouldn't support them, so tourism had been avidly promoted as another source of income. Since many of them understood a little English, even Usagi would be able to get by on her own. A light meal from the staff on hand at the facility that served the houses that were rentals on the island had slaked their hunger, and they settled on dancing together under the starlight on a massive balcony to soft music that floated out from the stereo in the den. They also enjoyed watching a fully lit cruise ship pull in to stop for the night. The bump of wood against wood roused him from his thoughts, and he sheepishly realized that they were there. He lightly jumped onto the dock and helped one of the workers there safely tie up the launch. After getting a smile of gratitude from the other man, he made his way to the shore and started down the road that led to the market district. It would be a good place to start. He'd been in Greece once before a few years back, but only for a short photo shoot. The head photographer had insisted that he be one of the models for this session, and he had been glad to do it until he realized that he wouldn't have more than a few hours of free time due to a change in plans due to the weather. Still, he remembered the multitude of items for sale in the markets, and wanted a chance to enjoy the act of looking for a few souvenirs at a more leisurely pace. Before they left, all of the girls had thrown him a birthday party since he wouldn't be with them today. As usual, they were as generous with him as they were with Usagi, and he wanted to find a few little things for them to make them happy and return the favor. " A beautiful day," he said to nobody in particular as he glanced down to make sure his clothes weren't too heavy. It would be warm in a little while, but not too hot. He wore a lightweight pair of white slacks and a white shirt. Since his head was down, he also completely missed seeing many of the gulls overhead wheel about in sudden confusion from some disturbance. Usagi had wanted him to show off his legs with the shorts she had made him bring along, but he still burnt more than he tanned. She had given in, throwing her hands up in mock anger before hugging him. She should be at the health spa on the island getting pampered right now. A quick look deep into himself let him ascertain that she wasn't in distress. Somehow, he was always able to tell. Some drachma got him his breakfast after he smelled the roasting meat and his stomach growled, reminding him of having skipped breakfast. A skewer of seasoned, succulent lamb, along with a bowl of hearty soup, and he was back on his way. Makoto would love just about anything from the different stands here, whether it was cooking wares or even a local cookbook, so he decided to come back with Usagi later and see if they could decide on something for her. He didn't feel like carrying a set of plates or dishes right now. He still had no clue on something for Minako, he decided, so he'd figure that one out that with Usagi. That left Ami and Rei, at least for now. Michiru told him that she would help him with the other Outer Senshi when she returned in a few days, so he set out on a meandering path to the museum and to try and find something for Ami. There usually were some tourists here from the resort, but today it was even busier thanks to the cruise ship. It wasn't too bad, however, and he enjoyed watching the shoppers as much as the goods in the stalls and those who sold them. His elbow inadvertently struck a tall woman in jeans and a sweatshirt as he tried to squeeze between her and a wall on a narrow street. " I'm sorry, Miss," he began in apology, turning to face her, and then fell silent in surprise. " That's all right," the brunette said to him in a husky voice, her large green eyes capturing his gaze and making him freeze. " I'm sure that you can make it up to me." She stepped forward, using her height and weight to gently press him against the wall behind him. Then, as she leaned forward and pressed herself closely to him, her lips caught his in a sudden, passionate kiss. " Makoto," he tried to say, but her tongue met his as he began to respond to her kiss, and savoring the feel of her chest pressed against his. It was nice being with someone nearly as tall as he was, and to not have to bend down to her like he did with Usagi, a part of him commented. He finally pulled himself free of her embrace when they came up for air, feeling guilty, excited and confused at the same time. " Makoto, what-" he began, but turned to look behind him as several people applauded their passionate embrace. He blushed and turned back, only to find her already gone. He just caught a glimpse of her ponytail going around a corner and raced after it. " What in the hell..." his voice trailed off as he turned the corner. It was at least about twenty meters to the next intersection, and the walls were steep and featureless in this section. The only people there were a few children kicking around a soccer ball, and not even Makoto could have jumped to the rooftops without changing. He hadn't felt her transform, either. He stood there a few minutes, and then the children ran by him and onto the street he had come from and down the hill. One, a chubby-cheeked blond girl of about five years, giggled at him as she went past. It took him several minutes to even start moving again, wondering what was going on. The road before him switched back and forth several times on it's way to the top, and it took all that walking for him to finally decide to dismiss it. Makoto couldn't be here. He must have been mistaken, somehow. She must have just been one of the other tourists. Now able to push it from his mind, he lengthened his stride and quickly reached the top and the newer, more modern buildings. On the other side of a plaza was the museum itself, a recent addition according to the pamphlet in their room. A group of people were starting to file in. A tour, he decided as he climbed the shallow steps and entered the cool interior. It was pleasant relief from the heat of the walk, although he had to wait a moment for his eyes to adjust to the relative darkness. The gift shop was off to his left, and it only took him a few moments to realize that their selection was nothing more than the usual trinkets sold to tourists. There was nothing he wanted to get any of them from here. A quick walk around the place prevented it from being a total loss. It may have been small compared to the ones in Athens, but they did have a nice selection of artifacts from the region, along with an excellent variety of sculptures on the second floor. One in particular caught his eye, an old, powerful looking man with long hair and a beard. The plaque said it was supposed to be Zeus, but the eyes reminded him of someone else. " That's gorgeous," a voice said from right behind him as he was lost in a flash of memory, not fully paying attention to the voices around him as the tour group came into the room. It was only when he felt someone molding herself against his back that he abruptly returned to the present. She wouldn't let him turn around, her arms going around his waist and one teasingly dropping down to press against him and run a fingernail along the zipper. The most he could do was crane his neck around, and he gasped as he saw a white blouse and blue hair. " You shouldn't talk in a museum," Ami cautioned him, slipping around to his front and putting her arms on his shoulders. She used him as a brace to hop up slightly so she was sitting on the edge of the base of the statue and drew him forward against her. " Just relax, Mamoru. It's all right." Her kiss tasted slightly of strawberries from her lip gloss, and she was a little hesitant at first as she wrapped one leg around his waist. He was just as surprised as he had been an hour ago, and reacted in much the same way. The short, blue skirt she wore had ridden up so he could feel her heat as she pressed against him. " Get down from there right this instant, you two!" an old woman, one of the museum workers, he assumed, yelled at them after failing to get their attention by clearing her throat several times. Ami giggled and slipped out of his grasp, and then darted through a group of people several feet away. " Forgive me," he stammered, blushing and expecting a massive sweat drop to roll off of his head like it happened in the anime. He was moving as soon as he finished saying it, but he had been delayed apologizing to the woman and lost Ami in the cluster of people. It was like she had gone into the middle of the group and vanished. He felt like he really needed some air and, ignoring the worker, quickly left the room by going out to the balcony and dropping down to the street below. They hadn't damaged anything, he knew that much, so he didn't mind taking off. They'd just think they were a couple of over-eager kids. A few minutes jogging got him to a secluded area so he could stop and think about what was happening. The fact that they were here didn't bother him so much as how he had reacted to them. These were his friends, not to mention Usagi's. They'd grown close over the years, but not like this. Why,- " Guess who!" a cheerful voice rang out in his ear, and he just caught a glimpse of long, blonde hair before her hands covered his eyes. It was Usagi's voice, he knew, and then he sighed and pulled her around into an embrace. She kept her hands over his eyes as he did it, and he only caught a glimpse of her loose, unbound hair. She must have decided not wear it up today. " This has been a weird day," he said, letting her play her game but pulling her around and into him for a much needed kiss from the right person. He closed his eyes to concentrate on what they were doing and to allow her to use her hands for other things. She responded by reaching around and taking a hold of his hips with both hands to pull them close against each other. " I'm glad you're here, Usagi." It took him about thirty seconds after they began running their tongues around each other's that he realized what was wrong and his eyes flew open. She tasted of cherries, and Usagi only liked them if they were covered in chocolate. As he feared, resting on the back of Minako's head was the red bow that held back her hair. She giggled at him and leaned forward to quickly kiss him again and brush her tongue against his for a moment. " I can see why she says you're so good at that," she grinned. " Everything will work out. See 'ya!" The blonde turned and ran away as he recovered from the shock, the short skirt she wore drifting up due to her speed and showing off her legs. That had been Usagi's voice he had heard when she first spoke. He was almost perfectly certain it was. How had he missed her ribbon? His musings cost him the moments he would need to follow her. Minako was a good runner, and a skilled tactician. If she had ran, she didn't want to caught, and he doubted he could find her now. The street she was on by now was one of the busiest, and she could easily evade him in the crowds. " That's it," he declared. " I'm going back." It wouldn't take him too long to reach the docks, and a glance at his watch told him that he should be able to make the next launch out to the island. This was just getting too strange. Maybe he'd wake up soon and find himself back in bed with Usagi. That's exactly where he wanted to be right now. He had hoped that he could make it back without any further incident, but his luck seemed to be running bad. The road had just curved a final time and descended into the higher part of the town that was by the shore. There were a few doorways here and there, and she was standing in one of them. The sunlight and the short red dress she wore brought out the purple highlights in her long, thick hair. Seeing him, she stepped through the circle of men gathered admiringly around her and walked to over him. Her eyes were shining, just like they had before. At first, he couldn't tell which was the memory and which was real as she took his face in her hands and drew him down to her since the recollection was so strong. They had dated more than a few times before he had learned about who he and Usagi really were and what they meant to each other. He still cared deeply for Rei, but not in the way that she had wanted at the time. Her kisses were just as sweet and passionate as ever. He still could remember that they'd done a lot of that before, and the familiarity of it affected him even more than that with the others earlier in the day. His arms went around her and pulled her close to him. " Don't be afraid," she whispered into his ear a few minutes later, going up on tiptoe to reach it. " Please, don't follow me." He nodded and she left, much to the disappointment of her admirers. She fixed them with a stare that made them stay right there. He simply sat down on a step for a while to catch his breath, and to wipe off some lipstick with his handkerchief. He'd have fun explaining this to Usagi, he decided, and set off down the road. He'd better make a detour and go into the market section again. " Why the long face, Romeo?" a young, blonde man asked him as he passed an intersection a few streets down. The young man wore jeans and a long-sleeved, peach colored T-shirt. He batted his eyelashes at him before continuing with a look of sincere interest in him. " I'm sorry about that girl leaving you back there. Anything I can help you with?" " Um," he mumbled, embarrassed. " No, thanks." " You shouldn't have let her go," he replied, walking towards the hill and giving him a pat on the backside as he passed. " Better luck next time." There wouldn't be a next time, he knew. That part of his life was over, and now he just had to deal with what to tell Usagi about today. It was time for one the old tricks, it seemed. When all else fails, resort to bribery. He finally smiled and looked around for one of the stalls he had seen earlier. Fifteen minutes later, he was at the docks with a large watermelon balanced on one shoulder. Usagi loved them, and he had been able to buy one out of the batch on it's way to the resort. She'd be happy to see that, at least. The trip back and the climb up the stairs was uneventful. It was about three in the afternoon when he finally made it back to their place. He found her stretched out on the upstairs bed, napping. Her hair was up in it's customary odango, and she wore a loose pair of jeans and a coral colored shirt. A quick retreat was made to the kitchen, and he cut a long wedge of it for her and put it onto a plate. Then, he went back up. "Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered into her ear and sat down next to her. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him and she scrambled up to kiss him several times before spotting the plate. She squealed in delight and launched her usual frontal assault on it, taking a huge bite out of the center. He laughed at the look on her face and leaned over to kiss away a bit of the juice on one of her cheeks. " How did you know I was craving one of these," she mumbled around another mouthful. " You always do," he replied, smiling. She stuck out her tongue in response. " Usagi, I have to ask you something," he added a few moments later in a more serious tone of voice. " Are the others here?" " No," she quickly answered. " No, they're not." He sighed, spotting that look on her face. She never would be a good liar. " You're not telling me everything, Usagi." " Mamoru," she said before taking another bite and swallowing it. " I don't want you to feel bad about anything that's happened today. You didn't do anything wrong." " You know what happened?" he exclaimed, almost wanting to be mad at her, but he didn't see any traces of anger in her. No, she seemed to be more playful than upset. Usagi warmly smiled at him, and suddenly it was Makoto sitting next to him on the bed. Then, it was Ami, Minako and Rei in rapid succession before it was her again. " The transformation pen," he softly exclaimed, slapping his forehead and feeling foolish. " I know that you've always liked them, Mamoru," she began. " You've always been the perfect gentleman towards them, but I have caught you staring a few times." He blushed at that, but she only giggled and slid over next to him. She put the plate down on the floor, and then put an arm around him. " There's no need to be ashamed, love. It's only normal for you to be attracted to them. You've never been anything less than honorable towards them, and that's the important part. Even Rei says you never forced her into anything." " Usagi-" he began, but she cut him off by putting a finger over his lips. " Mamoru, remember what I told you a few years ago? You and Rei have to make the decision about telling me. Both of you, not just one." He almost smiled in relief as one of the few sticky spots in their relationship was neatly avoided. Usagi had been quite insistent about knowing what happened at first. " The Usagi from back then was so insecure she would have had to have known what happened, Mamoru. I was so afraid of losing you because I truly didn't know how much you loved me. It's different now. I've grown up. The Usagi of today almost hopes that you two did, just so she could have been as happy as you make me feel. " Matter of fact," she added, moving around and in front of him so she was straddling his legs. " You might get to make all of them happy." " What are you talking about?" he asked as she leaned forward, pushing him back down onto the bed. She began to undo the buttons of his shirt. " First," she said. " Don't expect this every night, because it's a special treat. We do know, however, that at some point the only people in Crystal Tokyo are a king and his queen, a princess, five Senshi and a couple of cats. What if it's not for a short period of time? What if it's like that for hundreds of years? " I don't think that I could be very happy if they had to do without for that long, and I was getting it as much as I like. It wouldn't be very fair of me, and I am going to discuss it with you if it ever comes to that. Let's put that aside for now, though. I've made you feel confused and horny all day, and it's time to make it up to you." She tugged his shirt out of his pants and pulled it up over his head to free his arms, and then took off the rest of his clothes. " You don't have to do this, Usagi," he cautioned her, starting to rise up to a sitting position. " I want to, Mamoru," she explained, and then Makoto's weight drove him back onto the mattress in surprise. She was gloriously naked, and he couldn't help staring at her lush body. " You like this, huh," she teased, sliding herself up along his body until her breasts were dangling just above his face. One of her already hardening nipples brushed against his lips, and he couldn't resist taking it into his mouth. She moaned as he worked first one and then the other until they were hardened, taught nubs of desire. " You said once you couldn't do something like this with the pen," he gasped as he paused for a few gulps of air. " That was before I had that accident with Hotaru," she explained to him. " Ever since then, I've practiced being all of them in order to keep that from happening again. I'm not as good at the Outers, though, but I figure that five will be enough for you to take care of in one night." He chuckled as she pressed her chest against his face a few more times and began to slide back down his body. She only paused to briefly grind her mound against his hardness a few times, and then slid down until she was kneeling on the floor between his legs. " This gives us a new option, you know," she purred as she started pumping his shaft, watching a bead of moisture forming at the tip. " That hasn't stopped you before," he reminded her. " Yeah," she blushed, and put him in between her breasts and squeezed them around it. " But I haven't been stacked like this, either." She started moving up and down, sliding him between her cleavage. His moans let her know that he liked it, and that he wasn't that far off. She must have gotten him pretty worked up during the day. He'd been watching her ministrations at first, but soon his eyes slid closed as it became too much for him. He tensed up as she pulled away, but fell back as her mouth engulfed him, hardly missing a beat. It was time for round two, she decided. " Mamoru," she whispered around him, causing him to look down at her. She smiled and changed, blinking a few times to get used to the reading glasses of Ami's that he always said looked cute on her. His hips bucked involuntarily, and she could feel him beginning to tense up. " Usagi," he gasped, unable to finish the warning. She tightened her lips around him, encouraging him onward. Her hands each took hold of one of his balls and began to squeeze them ever so gently. She knew how delicate they were. " Usagi!" He cried out her name, gasped and came, shooting into her mouth. She drove her mouth down as far as she could after his first shot, and did her best to swallow all of his load. Finally, when he was done, she carefully slid him free of her mouth, recalling how sensitive he was afterwards. Reverting back to being herself, she moved up and next to him, lying on her side and pressing up against him. She also let him enjoy the afterglow as long as he wanted. " Who would have though that such a nice, sweet girl was so good at that?" she giggled when he finally opened his eyes a few minutes later. He leaned over and deeply kissed her, and she remembered how glad she was that he didn't have any hang-ups about tasting himself. She'd heard stories at school about guys who were so turned off at the idea that they'd make the girl wash her mouth out before kissing her. " Yeah," he whispered several kisses later. " I always used to think you were sweet and innocent until you hit eighteen." She stuck her tongue out at him, and laughingly evaded his attempt to grab it with his mouth. " You ready for round two, lover?" she asked him, settling on top of him. " I'll need a few minutes," he admitted. " You really did a number on me." " Thank you," she smiled at the compliment and rolled them over on the massive bed. " Why don't you keep me busy until you're ready?" " You asked for it," he chuckled and kissed his way down her body as she scooted up a bit and put a couple of pillows under her head. The bed was long enough that only his lower calves dangled off of the foot of the bed. He could already smell her arousal and readiness, so he parted her legs and dove in, ignoring the preliminaries. Her moans told him that she approved of his decision. Suddenly, with a tingle that reminded him of touching his tongue to the terminals of a nine-volt battery, she changed again, the hair his nose was buried in changing to a slightly paler shade of blonde. He glanced up to verify what he though had happened, and the sight of her loose hair and the ribbon verified it. " You've got a really bad sense of humor, Usagi," he jokingly scolded her. " Why is that?" Minako gasped, imploring him to continue by lifting her hips up towards him. " This gives new meaning to the 'Mound of Venus'," he drawled. She giggled and bounced one of the pillows off of his head as he went back to his task. " You're so bad," she laughed, and then stopped talking to enjoy what he was doing to her. He laughed again about ten minutes later as she began to climb her to her peak, remembering the act of an American comedian. The man was foul-mouthed, but funny as well, and one of his jokes was about what he was doing right now. You'll start doing the letters of the alphabet, the comedian said, once you heard this joke. You'd find yourself doing it, and he had been proven correct one night when he had done it to Usagi. She certainly liked it when he dotted the " i ". She started giggling as well, remembering how much she had laughed when he had finally explained the joke to her. " Come here, silly," she gasped, rolling over and getting up on her hands and knees. If he hadn't been ready by then, the sight of her would have made him so as she glanced back at him with a look of unbridled lust on her face. He crawled forward and slid into her, taking hold of her hips. " Ah!" she gasped out, shuddering at the intimate contact as he began to pump in and out of her. She only let him do that to her for about a minute, though, before slipping forward and off of him as he drew back for another thrust. Minako threw one leg up in the air as she quickly turned over and got both of her legs around him as he was still overbalanced from his hips automatically trying to go forward again. She grabbed onto his arms and pulled him down to her. " Usagi," he half-heartedly pleaded, knowing who she would be next. He was ashamed that he still wanted her, and was excited as well. Her features melted into those of the priestess, and his eyes ran down her body, taking in everything. The lustrous, black hair, big, purple eyes, the gentle curves of her breasts and hips, the matching tuft of hair over her mound, and the long legs that were wrapped around him. " It's all right, Mamoru," Rei re-assured him as she eased him into her with the proficiency of a lot of practice. " When both of you are ready, come to me and the three of us will talk about it. Whatever happened, though, I don't want either of you to feel bad about what happened, and what you felt towards each other. Just enjoy this right now." He sighed in relief, and began to move against her. Some days, he wondered what he ever did to deserve someone like her. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and was often hurt because of that, but she had an amazing capacity for forgiveness. Most of the women he knew wouldn't have tolerated someone dating one of their best friends, but it no longer seemed to bother her. " I love you, Usagi," he murmured into her ear as he ran his tongue around the lobe, and then began nuzzling her face. She giggled and began to move in time with him, meeting his thrusts. Since he knew she could take it for a short while, he let a little more of his weight rest on her, and used one hand to start kneading her breasts and gently rubbed the nipples. She moaned in delight and arched her back as much as she could, pulling his head down to her breasts. He licked at them, coating them with saliva, and rolled each nipple in his teeth a few times before she fell back to the bed, pulling him down hard on top of her. The little, inarticulate cries she was making told him that she was as close to her climax as he was to his. He sped up his thrusts and moved a little further up on her in order increase her pleasure. As much as he tried to hold it off, he could feel himself approaching his climax. He usually lasted longer than this after having one previously, and he was hoping that her concentration would slip when she had hers. Even with her saying she didn't mind, he was a bit reluctant to finish when she was Rei. It still made him feel a bit uneasy. The pressure built up inside of him, taking him to the bursting point as he cried out in pleasure. " Usagi," he yelled out imploringly as he felt the wave of ecstasy begin at the base of his hardness, and sweep out to engulf the rest of him a moment later. She either didn't, or couldn't hear him as her inner muscles clamped around him as he began to shoot, and he drove himself as far into her as he could. That was all it took to send her over the edge, and they began to frantically kiss each other as their bodies shook. Sometime while he was still shooting into her, he felt her change back to herself, the sensation almost making him come all over again. He tried to move when they were done, to somehow get his weight off of her, but his muscles didn't have the strength. The only thing he could do right now was to keep on breathing, and to continue kissing her. They stayed like that for a few minutes, and the most he was able to do was to move himself so he wasn't fully on her, but on his side next to her. It took his mind a few more minutes to realize what also was different. He was lying on top of a set of wings, the ones that were part of her most recent form. " Forgetting something, little-miss-cheating-eternal-moon?" he accused her, smiling all the while. It was an agreement between them to not do anything with each other in their other forms without mutual consent. It hadn't stopped them on a few occasions, but the rule was generally in force. " I'll have to come up with a suitable punishment for this, you know." " What?" she complained, restoring her costume to it's normal, fully clothed state before changing back into just being Usagi. " How else could I have gotten over there to you today? I can't walk on water." " Not yet, you mean," he laughed as he reached over the edge of the bed and brought up the plate with the half eaten slice of melon on it. He took a bite for himself, and then held it out to her, carefully balancing the plate to keep the puddle of juice from spilling. " You give me the pen, and I'll give you this." She readily agreed, her hunger getting the better of her. As soon as it was in his hand, he flipped it backwards across the room to land on the dresser on the other side of the room. " Thank you for everything today, Usagi. It means a lot to me that you'll go to such lengths to make me happy, even if it's something that you might still have a problem with. You also helped me start to deal with some of the things that were bothering me, I think, and I'm very grateful to you for that." He leaned up to get a kiss from her that tasted of watermelon, and then poured the contents of the plate down the front of her from her throat to her thighs. She shrieked as he did it and began to laugh, getting an idea of what was to come. He dropped the plate back down to the floor. " So this is your idea of punishment?" she asked him as he moved down and began to nuzzle and lick the front of one of her thighs. " No," he responded a few moments later, managing to keep a straight face as he glanced up at her, his eyes the only part of him that was laughing. " I was thinking we could try the Outer Senshi tomorrow, though." They both laughed together as she threw the slice of melon at him, but he was easily able to avoid it since she had thrown it very wide of him to begin with. He had the last laugh, however, as he got to enjoy the crestfallen look on her face as she realized what she had done to her dessert before he got back to his. The End. e-mail comments to: nomad@cyberverse.com check out Sailor Moon Romance page for more Sailor Moon fanfics. http://ctdnet.acns.nwu.edu/~aerdnahu special thanks to the following... Luna and Artemis Andrea Hui Nikki Purvis, aka Jet Wolf for letting me know, in no uncertain terms, that they wanted this series to continue for the right reasons.