WARNING: This fic contains sexual situations. If you're not about that, turn back.

This fic is set firmly in the 90s anime canon, with the Mamoru who was a devoted but rather passionless boyfriend (especially compared to manga Mamoru).

I wrote this for someone. You know who you are.

To no one's surprise, Minako was the first to lose her V-card, shedding her virginity at 16 like an out-of-style jacket.

Snug in their usual booth at the arcade, Usagi wrinkled her nose, blushing and covering her face at Minako's graphic descriptions of her first time, screeching in horror and hiding with Ami behind a textbook as Minako talked about certain parts of the male anatomy in excruciating detail and used distressing words such as foreskin and pubes. Makoto and Rei merely laughed, egging her on.

"Jeez, Meatball Head, keep it down," Rei scolded after yet another round of screeching interrupted Minako's tale. "If you're too immature for this why don't you go play video games with the other kids?"

"Shut up, Rei," she said, sticking out her tongue.

Rei scoffed, refusing to take the bait. "Thank you for proving my point."

Makoto laughed, shaking her head. "I'll never understand how you managed to face Galaxia but a little cock talk sends you running."

"Mako-chan!" she wailed, blushing uncomfortably at the utterance of the c-word. "Come on, it's gross!"

Rei leaned over. "Just because you're the only one of us who hasn't even reached first base yet doesn't make it gross."

"So what if I—" Usagi froze, then slowly turned away from the three smirking faces across from her to look at Ami, her eyebrows raised in shock. "Ami?! You've gone to first base?!"

The shy girl merely buried her head farther into her book with a strangled squeak.

Minako reached across the table to pat her princess's hand reassuring. "It's OK, Usagi. You'll get there eventually. Who knows, you might even like it," she said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Usagi could hear the good-natured laughter of her friends as she fled their table for the far less distressing embrace of the arcade. When she looked back after settling in front of Ace Racer, her hands firmly gripping the plastic steering wheel, she saw Minako, Makoto, and Rei talking and giggling, while Ami (the traitor) sat with her nose still buried in her textbook, blushing to the tips of her ears.

No matter, she thought, turning to her game. So what if she was immature? If being immature meant being content with the innocent kisses and cuddles she shared with her Mamo-chan, then so be it. She was happy and that was all that mattered. And as for the rest . . . well, she would get there eventually.

"Usagi! Usagi!" Luna shook the sleeping teen as best she could with her small paws. "Wake up!"

Usagi awoke with a gasp, breathing heavily after her intense dream.

"Wh—what's going on?"

"You were having a nightmare," Luna explained as Usagi's breath began to even out.

"I was?" Usagi reached an unsteady hand up to rub her face and found it damp with sweat.

"You were moaning and breathing hard . . . I'm sorry I woke you up but I wasn't sure what else to do."

She shook her head, trying to remember her dream. Endymion had been in it . . . she knew that much.

"Is everything OK?" Luna asked.

"Yeah," she said, sitting up and throwing off the covers. "I'm just going to the bathroom."

Usagi quietly made her way down the dark hallway, careful not to wake any family members. Flicking on the bathroom light, she squinted at her reflection, surprised by how flushed her face looked. But she was even more shocked when she pulled down her pajamas bottoms and realized her underwear was soaking wet. What on Earth had she dreamed about to cause that to happen?

Sitting on the toilet, she tried to remember her dream as she blotted her damp panties with toilet paper. Despite the evidence, she wasn't convinced that she had had a nightmare.

She recalled Endymion's beautiful face hovering over hers and felt her cheeks flush again as snippets of the dream began coming back to her. They had been in their secret meeting place, one she had seen many times before in her dreams. They had been kissing . . . yes, that's it. They were kissing, and then . . .

Usagi's blush deepened as she began to remember her dream more fully. How his insistent tongue parted her lips and delved into her mouth. How she had grasped his hair, pulling him closer as he left her breathless in a way Mamoru's polite kisses never had. How he had lifted the hem of her skirts, running a teasing finger up her thigh. How she had moaned when he . . .

Oh.

Oh god.

Quickly cleaning herself up, she willed her mind to focus on anything but the dream. She splashed cold water on her face until the flush finally died down, then returned to bed, vowing to put it from her mind.

The next day she could hardly look at Mamoru without blushing, but his kisses remained chaste and things soon returned to normal.

That is, until her next even more explicit dream several weeks later.

"You were having another nightmare," Luna explained with narrowed eyes after shaking her awake again.

"Uh, right," Usagi rasped out, trying to subtly remove her hand from her soaked panties, "a nightmare. I'm just gonna run to the bathroom . . ."

This time, it took more than a few splashes of cold water on her face for Usagi to remove the image of Endymion's head between her legs from her mind.

Still, it was a few more weeks before Usagi reached her true breaking point.

She and Mamoru had been enjoying a picnic at the park when they were caught in a sudden cloudburst. Swearing and laughing and shrieking and instantly soaked to the bone, they packed up their lunch and blanket as fast as they could and dashed to a nearby tree that helped shield them from the storm.

Usagi was wringing the water from her pigtails when she caught sight of Mamoru. Time seemed to slow as he threw his drenched head back and pushed the wet hair from his face. Rivulets of rainwater ran down his face and neck and onto his chest, further soaking his practically transparent white shirt, clinging to his toned muscles. Usagi blushed as he ran a hand over his face—so like Endymion's—his fingers momentarily catching on wet lips, imagining her hands and lips taking their place.

"Are you feeling OK, Usako?" he asked after noticing her staring.

"Oh, uh . . . yeah!" she said, quickly returning to her attempt to wring out her hair.

"Are you sure?" he asked, moving closer to place a hand on her forehead. "You look awfully red . . . you didn't catch a chill, did you?"

"I'm fine!" she said, batting his hand away. Unfortunately, his close proximity only caused her blush to deepen, and as soon as the rain stopped, he insisted on taking her straight home to her mother's tender care.

That night, when Luna once again woke her up from a "nightmare" (in which Usagi dreamed that she and Mamoru were doing scandalous things below that tree), Usagi kicked her out of the room, stuck her hand back down her panties, and allowed her imagination to finish what her dream had started.

At 16, Usagi had been content with her innocent, chaste relationship. But at 17, she was ready for more. She wasn't quite sure what she was ready for, but she knew she wanted more than what she was getting. Thankfully, she had absorbed enough knowledge from her friends to know what came first.

Step 1: Get to first base.

Usagi's first attempt to initiate a proper make-out session with Mamoru was during one of their study sessions. That typically meant that Usagi would come over and badger Mamoru into helping her with her homework as he attempted to study, but this time she had other plans.

She showed up prepared, making sure her outfit was extra cute and her lips were extra kissable thanks to her favorite cherry-flavored lip-gloss. Much to her frustration, however, Mamoru was wholly engrossed in his task, barely glancing up from his homework all afternoon.

Finally, after her fourth snack break, she plopped down beside him on the floor, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Usa . . ." Mamoru said, trying to shake her off. "Usa would you stop, please?"

"Why?" she pouted.

"Because I have a really important exam tomorrow and I need to concentrate on reviewing this material."

"Well I think it's time for a break," she said, leaning in for a kiss.

"No, it isn't," he said, firmly pushing her back. "Do you see how much I still have to review?"

She looked at the materials spread across his coffee table as he immediately returned to his studies. Frowning, she considered her options.

"Fine, well, I guess I'll just go then," she said, deciding to play hard-to-get. She stood and gathered her things, making sure to bend over in his direction as much as possible to show off her just how short her short skirt was.

"OK," he said without looking up. "Have a safe trip home."

Strike one

The next attempt was under much more favorable conditions . . . or so she thought. They were spending an enjoyable late-summer afternoon at the zoo, strolling hand-in-hand among the exhibits, taking in the antics of the various animals.

She had decided to up the ante by wearing her new sundress, which, when paired with a cleavage-boosting strapless bra, really showcased her . . . bountiful attributes. Attributes which, unfortunately, Mamoru seemed completely oblivious to. All day he had managed to dodge her kisses, and she was growing increasingly desperate.

"Usako, what are you doing?" he asked after she pressed herself against his side yet again.

"Don't you think it's chilly in this penguin exhibit, Mamo-chan?" she said, subtly squeezing her arms together to emphasize her bust even more. "Can you help warm me up?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Maybe you should have brought a sweater, Usa. That dress is awfully skimpy, isn't it?"

"Or, maybe you could kiss me?" she suggested, batting her eyelashes.

Mamoru's eyes widened. "There are children here, Usa," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Strike two

It took a few weeks for Usagi to work up the nerve for another attempt, but finally the stage was set. They were having a quiet Friday night in, watching a romantic movie while snuggling on the couch.

"Ugh, this is so frustrating! They should just confess their feelings," she said after yet another misunderstanding drove the movie couple apart.

"I'm sure they'll work it out," Mamoru said, grabbing a handful of popcorn and popping a few kernels in his mouth. "This is a romcom, after all."

Sure enough, only a few minutes went by before they were back on track.

"I love you, Natsuki," the aloof male love interest said as they stood in the snow.

"I love you too, Kento," the quirky female lead echoed back, nearly slipping on some ice as she leaned in for a kiss.

Usagi looked up at Mamoru, determination in her eyes.

This was it.

She was going for it.

She took a breath, then brought her hand up to caress his cheek, using it to gently turn his head toward her.

He blinked down at her, but quickly understood what she wanted and leaned down for a quick kiss.

"Mamo-chan," she pouted, turning his head back to her once again, "I need more."

He chuckled, leaning down for another peck, which soon turned into more. She shifted herself toward him, wrapping one hand behind his neck while the other grasped at his hair. He opened his eyes, a little surprised by her forwardness.

Usagi could feel her heart racing as she lengthened the kisses, preparing for her big move. Finally, her lips parted and her tongue darted out, slipping into Mamoru's mouth. He breathed in sharply before grasping her shoulders, pushing her back slightly.

"Usa . . . wh—what are you doing?"

"I told you," she said, pushing him down onto the couch and straddling him, "I need more."

He stared up in shock as she kissed him again, his eyes widening when her tongue once again swept into his mouth. But when her hands began to wander, coming dangerously close to the growing bulge in his pants, he shot up, pushing her off of him.

"Oh, gosh, um, you know what?" he said a little too loudly. "I totally forgot that I had a study group tonight!"

Usagi stared up at him from the couch, looking slightly ruffled and very confused. "Mamo-chan, it's Friday."

"Yep, that's right! Friday study group. Yep."

"But, the movie isn't even done . . ."

"Sorry, they'll be here soon!" he said, grabbing her purse and holding it out for her. "You need to go."

"But Mamo-chan—"

"You need to go," he repeated, still holding her purse out.

She had barely stepped through the front door before he shut and locked it behind her.

Strike three . . . you're out!

She sighed and pulled out her phone as she began her trek home. This was clearly beyond her expertise. Time to pull out the big guns.

Crown tomorrow 2? she shot off in a text. Need boy advice.

The reply came quickly.

Im there. –V

Thank you so much to FloraOne, my beta on this, for your support and enthusiasm of this truly idiotic fic.