AN: Below you will find the stunning conclusion to "Girl's" Night Out. Enjoy. Review. Favorite. You know the drill.

A HUGE thank you to FloraOne for holding my hand through my first multi-chapter venture. You're too good to me, girlfriend!

And now, the moment you've allllll been waiting for!

Usagi exited the supermarket already munching away on a bag of chips, while her grocery bag laden fiance did his best to keep up with her.

They had spent the last hour wandering the snack aisle as Usagi carefully contemplated the pros and cons of each artery-clogging item. When the cart was completely full, he'd asked her if she really thought she could eat all of this in one night, to which she replied, "Hello? Do you know me?!"

After picking up a copy of the latest Cosmo, (Mamoru felt brain cells die just from touching it), the couple checked out and soon found themselves driving back to Mamoru's apartment.

"So, Oh Knowledgeable One, what should we do first tonight?" Mamoru asked with a silly grin on his face.

"Oh, I've got big plans, Mamo-chan. Big plans. First we'll order pizza and and take our Cosmo quizzes. You'd be AMAZED at what you can learn from those things! Next there's..."

Usagi was talking a mile a minute, and Mamoru adored her for it. She was happy, excited, and he'd endure any form or torture she could dish out if it meant the smile she wore remained. Her voice filtered back into his thoughts as she continued.

"Then, we'll have a viewing of 'The Devil Wears Prada', while letting our facial masks really soak in. Oh, and no talking during the movie, Mamo-chan! It's strictly forbidden."

"That shouldn't be a problem, Usako," he whispered huskily, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her.

A frown creased her brow. "Mammoo-chaaannnn! This is girl's night. We don't have sexy time during girl's night! At least not the ones I go to. I can't speak for Haruka and Michiru, though…" she trailed off, and he sighed.

"Oh, fine. Kill my fun," he pretended to pout.

"Mamo-chan, leave the pouting to the experts," she pointed at herself, and then gestured to his face, "Whatever that is, is a hot mess."

She was saved from his undoubtedly sarcastic comeback by the fact that they had finally arrived at his apartment. After clearing the trunk of Usagi's things and their supplies, they made their way upstairs and down the hall to the apartment.

Since Mamoru's hands were full, Usagi pulled out her own key and opened the door for them. When she stepped inside, a gasp escaped from her lips.

Where the couch would normally be, there was a fortress of cloth and pillows. Mamoru had draped white sheets from the ceiling that cascaded down to a seating area where dozens of the fluffiest looking pillows begged for someone to lay on them. The setting was made even more beautiful by soft, twinkling lights strung all around the apartment.

There were stars in Usagi's eyes as she spoke, "Oh, Mamo-chan! It's beautiful! How did you do this?"

He came up behind her, having divested himself, and placed his hands on her hips. Bending down so he was close to her ear, he nibbled her earlobe with his teeth, enjoy her noticeable shudder, before saying in a low voice, "I have my ways."

Usagi couldn't help herself. She knew she'd just made a speech about this being girl's night, and that she didn't spend her girl's nights making out with her friends, but she just had to kiss Mamoru.

Turning in his arms, she brought his face down to hers, and they were lost.

She soon found herself pressed up against the wall, as she moaned his name when he began to kiss down her neck.

Mamoru's lips were like a drug to her. They were so soft, and so full, and always so...hungry. Usagi could never get enough of him, and he was all too willing to feed her addiction.

Missing the feeling of his lips on her's, Usagi pulled his face back up, and their lips clashed again, tongues dancing, teeth nipping. But somehow, a conscious thought entered Mamoru's mind. If you don't stop this now, there will be no 'girl's' night. He made a mental note to give his conscious a piece of his mind later as he began to soften his kisses, moving his hands up to cup her face.

"You ok?" she questioned breathlessly.

"Just. Fine." He punctuated each word with a kiss to her nose. She giggled at this, moving to hug him tightly.

"I love you, Mamo-chan." As she said this, they both heard a distinct rumble of her stomach.

He laughed outright. "Let's feed that stomach of yours, shall we?"

Half an hour later found them nestled amongst the pillow fort, with a large pizza box between them. Mamoru had changed into sweats, and Usagi had opted for her favorite sleepwear: whatever shirt Mamoru had worn that day. In this case, it was a simple white button-down, which hung on her like a dress.

"Well, Mamo-chan, I have good news. I took the 'Will He Be Good in Bed' quiz, and your results were, 'Oh hell yes. Get it.''

"I'll be sure to add that to my resume first thing in the morning," he deadpanned.

"Just thought you'd like to know, grumpy gills." She pouted, he stuck his tongue out.

"You'll be happy to know," Mamoru said haughtily, "I decided to take the 'How Much Do You Really Know About Beyoncé?' quiz, and my results were, and I quote, 'You have been kicked out of Destiny's Child for low commitment to Beyoncé.' What even is a Beyoncé? Is that like a new species of turtle?"

Usagi snorted at him as she realized just how little Mamoru cared about pop culture. He was fairly adorable in his ignorance.

"Don't worry about it, Mamo-chan," she laughed out gently. Tossing her magazine aside, she got up to get something out of her bag, she kissed his cheek. "Just don't ever change, ok?" A warm smile graced his lips.

When she came back to the fort, she held the movie she'd chosen in her hands, and a look of glee was in her eyes. Mamoru moved to take it from her, so he could get it setup to play, but she shook her finger at him. "Not so fast, Mamo-chan! We have to apply our facials before we can start the movie."

As Usagi skipped off into the kitchen, she called out, "You wait there! I'll be right back!"

Over the next five minutes there were a number of odd noises that came from the kitchen. A few crashes, eggs cracking, a blender, and the occasional, "Oops."

Mamoru couldn't help but start to worry. What if this concoction Usagi did the opposite of what it was supposed to do? He was used to having practically flawless skin, and the thought of something possibly eating away at his flesh, this was Usagi after all, made him cringe.

When she emerged from the kitchen, with a bowl of green, chunky looking mess, his fears flew back in the window. "Uh...Usako? What exactly is that stuff?"

She grinned mischievously, "Ignorance is bliss, Mamo-chan."

"Or as Minako once said, 'Ignorance is piss,' which I think is far more appropriate in this instance," he said nervously. When Usagi raised her eyebrows at him, he hurriedly added, "Don't you dare tell her I used one of her phrases. She'll never let me live it down."

With a shrug of her shoulders, Usagi sat down, and patted the pillow right in front of her, signaling for Mamoru to come sit. Hesitantly, he moved to his designated spot.

As Usagi began to use the spatula to apply the paste on his face, Mamoru found the sensation not at all unpleasant. The stuff was disgusting looking, but cooled his skin, and smelled mostly of oatmeal. He was, however, eternally grateful there were no mirrors around for him to see how ridiculous he looked.

Soon, it was his turn to apply the green goop to Usagi's face. She gave him a stern look, almost daring him to try something. He rolled his eyes, and acquiesced, gently applying the paste to her. "There. All done," he said a few minutes later.

The green monster in front of him beamed at him, finally handing over the DVD that was to be their entertainment for...Mamoru looked at the back of the case, two hours and nine minutes?! Good, grief.

His gloomy thoughts quickly drifted away, though, as they settled against the pillows, Usagi tucked neatly under his arm. He had missed this. This simple interaction that used to make up a majority of their relationship. But nowadays, life seemed to always have different plans for them.

Mamoru tried to remember the last time they'd sat and watched a movie together, and found that he couldn't bring the memory to his mind. He knew that after tonight, their movie nights would become much more frequent, again.

They were about halfway through the movie, when Mamoru sat up, displacing Usagi onto the floor, with a "Hey!"

Mamoru wore a frown on his face, his brow creased with what appeared to be frustration. "Can I just say one thing?"

Usagi rolled her eyes, replying, "If I say, 'no,' is there any chance you'll stop talking?" but he had already taken off on what could only be described as a rant.

"Why is it that anytime you see a homosexual male he's always this stereotypical feminine fashion-loving cocktail sipping gay? I don't understand it! I mean, don't get me wrong, I have no issue with a homosexual being portrayed in film, at all, but why does femininity have to be his overall personality trait? Not to say that they couldn't be feminine and fashion-loving, and even I love an appletini just as much as the next girl, but couldn't he be just a man?" He paused, briefly, looking at Usagi as if asking for some kind of logical rebuttal to his claims.

"Uhhh…"

"They don't have to make such a show of gay men all the time! It would just be nice if there could be a little more diversity portrayed every once in awhile. And let's not even talk about how Hollywood, the very people who cry for diversity and acceptance, bare more of the blame than anyone for continually portraying homosexuals like that! Plus…"

"MAMO-CHAN!" he was pulled from his diatribe by the scream of his name. Breathing heavily, he stared at Usagi, who spoke in a sweet, soft tone.

"Darling, I love how...," she faltered looking for the right word,"...passionate you are about this. But could we possibly put off changing the world until tomorrow? I'd like to finish this before I turn one-hundred."

Mamoru grumbled to himself, and silently laid back down on the pillows. Usagi nestled herself back in her rightful position, a satisfied grin on her face. He was, blessedly, silent for the rest of the film.

Not too much later, a fresh-faced Usagi (they had washed the remainder of their facials off after Mamoru licked Usagi's face, and discovered it tasted about as good as it looked), found herself seated in front of Mamoru on the floor. Her hair had been let down in waves, and he was attempting to braid the masses of gold.

"Usako, I don't know how you deal with this, everyday. Being a girl is hard."

She giggled at the sincerity in his tone, "It is a mess, but it's a part of me, and as tempted as I am to hack it off sometimes…" Mamoru gasped in mock hurt, causing her to giggle again, "...I never will."

"Good. I'm not into that whole domineering male husband thing, but I might have to use it in order to protect the innocent," he tugged on her hair a bit for good measure.

"And to think you used to terrorize me about my hair," she sighed in fond remembrance.

"Hey, I take no responsibility for what I did when I was so drunk in love with you, I turned into the most arrogant prick on the planet."

"Are you seriously trying to spin your teasing into being my fault?"

"I'm not just trying, my dear. I did," and with that, he began to tickle her sides as she fell into a fit of laughter.

A silence fell over them as their eyes clashed. His fingers stopped their movements on her body. "Uh oh," Usagi breathed.

"Uh oh, what?" he whispered, just inches from her face.

"You're going to pay."

Mamoru's eyes widened in shock at her, and before he had time to defend himself, she had pounced, tickling him mercilessly.

After she was satisfied that she had won the battle, she gave him a peck on the lips, and skipped out of sight. The shirt she wore bounced along with her, giving him an excellent view of her backside. He hated for her to go, but he sure loved to watch her leave.

"Where are you going, Usa?"

"It's time for…" Mamoru had a feeling he wasn't going to like what it was time for, "...manicures!" Her excitement was infectious. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad afterall.

This optimistic thought lasted until Usagi finished picking his color. It took everything in him not to groan when he read the name of the bright red nail polish.

"'I'm not really a waitress?' What the fu-"

"Ah, ah, ah, Mamo-chan," she interrupted, "Language!"

Sighing in defeat, he offered his hands out to her, "Go ahead." A look of glee crossed her face as she set about her work.

Even though his nails were currently being coated in a red that should only be worn by prostitutes and villainesses named, "Esmeraude," Mamoru absolutely loved getting to watch Usagi paint.

She was so absorbed in her work, he didn't even think she noticed that her tongue was sticking out of the side of her was, quite possibly, aside from the baby panda he'd once seen at the zoo, the most adorable thing in the world.

Usagi's concentration wasn't something easily gained, but when she wanted something, heaven help anyone who tried to stop her. Her current task being the perfect example of this, as she worked her hardest to give Mamoru the absolute perfect manicure.

When she was finished, she beamed with pride at the job she'd done, and he had to admit, she definitely had some talent. Not a drop had ended up on his skin, and the paint was smooth and even. If he were into that sort of thing, she would definitely be the one to apply his.

"My turn!" Usagi squealed excitedly, handing him her usual color. Bubblegum pink.

As Mamoru began to paint, Usagi chattered away, "Ooo, Mamo-chan, do you know what Mina did to this date of her's the other day?"

"Do I want to know?"

"Of course! Anyway, so she definitely ended up back at his place after dinner, because apparently he was, and I quote, 'a living God.' But he was horrible in bed, and so she waited until he was asleep, wrote him a note on how he could improve, and then left."

"No way!" Mamoru exclaimed in a shocked tone, trying to imitate the reaction she'd get from her friends at this kind of news.

Not picking up on his sarcasm, she excitedly continued, "YES! And then she ran into him at the supermarket the next day, and he tried to talk to her, calling her name across the store, and she just left her basket in the middle of the aisle and ran out of the store. Can you believe her?!"

"Oh, my God, NO! That Mina! She's too much!" he replied, while storing the information in the back of his head to torture Minako with later. "Got any other juicy details I've missed?' Dear, God. He'd just said the word, "juicy"...

"Well...let's see, Mako-chan went on a blind date the other night, and the guy was literally a foot shorter than her, so that was no-go. Rei walked in on Yuichiro getting friendly with a girly magazine, and Ami…" she broke off, trying to think of some kind of dirt to spill on the blue-haired genius, "...she turned in a library book late last week, and cried about it."

"She lives on the edge, that Ami," Mamoru replied, shaking his head.

As he finished her nails, he noticed a big yawn escape Usagi's mouth. "Are you getting tired, Usa?"

She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled sheepishly, "Yeah...kinda. Would it be ok if we went to bed?"

"To bed, huh?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her, and was rewarded with a slap on the arm.

"Not like that, you hentai!" She walked off to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

When she came back, Mamoru noticed that she had a piece of paper in her hands. "Mamo-chan, what's this?" she asked, holding up the paper for him to see.

His face fell. It was Mina's list of rules for the evening, with his additions at the bottom. How could he have been stupid enough to leave it lying around?

"Uhh...well, you see, Usa..thegirlsandIplannedthiswholethingandtheycancelledonyousothatwecouldspendthenighttogether," his words came out in a gush, and were so slurred together, she only caught a few of them.

"What?"

He breathed deeply, and he hung his head in order to avoid her eyes "The girls and I planned this whole thing for your birthday. I wanted to give you something special, so they helped me plan this night for you. The original sleepover you had planned was never real. They just made that up so you'd have the night free when they cancelled."

"So, you all lied to me?" her voice sounded angry.

"...Yes," he cringed.

"And purposefully hurt me by cancelling the sleepover?"

"...Yes, but…"

"And then you were DUMB enough to leave evidence of your sweetness out in the open?"

"Yes, but...," wait what had she said? "Huh?"

"That is one of the nicest, sweetest things anyone has ever done for me," and for the second time that night, she just had to kiss him. But this kiss was softer, less hungry, only serving to attempt to convey Usagi's feelings for the man she'd soon call husband.

When she broke off the kiss, a teasing look came into her eyes, "So, I see you didn't take sexytime completely off the table, huh? But only for my benefit?"

The obnoxious, arrogant smirk she was so fond of curled his lips upwards as he spoke, "Well, you know, Usako, you do have a tendency to not be able to keep your hands off me. I just didn't want you to be disappointed. I was only thinking of you, you see."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Yes, those are the facts."

Usagi, smiled a little too sweetly at him, "Well, then I guess there's no need for you to sleep in the same bed as me, tonight," and with this statement, she dropped his shirt from her body, and stood before him in all her naked glory. "Goodnight, Mamo-chan."

It took a few seconds for both of his heads to work together, but when his legs began to respond, he hurried after her, "Now, hang on, Usako…"

Much later, as the two lay tangled up together, Usagi began to finally drift off to sleep, but just before she did, in the very back of her mind, she heard him say, "I love you, Odango Atama. Happy birthday."

Two days later, Usagi found herself sitting amongst her friends at the fruit parlor. After convincing them they owed her a milkshake for the emotional trauma they'd inflicted upon her when they cancelled the slumber party, the conversation turned to gossip as it usually did.

She sat back and listened mostly, slowly sipping her strawberry milkshake, content to simply soak in the presence of the four women she considered to be her sisters.

This content feeling only grew when Makoto turned her attentions to Usagi, asking as innocently as she could muster, "Sooooo, Usagi-chan. Did Mamoru hold up on his rule that you couldn't, ya know, get it on?"

"Oh, Mako. You know full well he didn't. Have you seen me?!"

"Well, in all fairness," Rei countered, "you are usually the one who jumps his bones, Usagi."

"Hino, Rei, you take that back, right now!" Usagi yelled, red-faced, arms crossed against her chest.

"Ladies, ladies," Mina cut in, "let's not beat around the baby in the bath water."

"Mina, that's not even-," Ami attempted to correct, but was cut off by Mina's hand covering her mouth.

"What's really important here, are the results of Mamoru's manicure" Mina continued, "so Usa, did he try to get you to paint them black like we thought he would?"

Usagi snickered, "Silly, Mina! You never give men a choice! You of all people should know this." She waited for Mina to finish rolling her eyes dramatically before continuing, "He was actually really great about it. Didn't complain once...that is, until he realized the next morning we hadn't bought anything to remove his ruby red nail polish with."

All that could be heard after, was an expanse of giggling.

End