Serena had worn a new outfit. A thigh-length denim skirt and a lacy pink tank top.

She had brushed her hair. Twice. It now gleamed down her back in loose waves.

She had brushed her teeth until they were sore. Bad breath simply would not do.

And he still would rather do homework than...well...her!

For the entire hour since she had arrived 'ready and willing might I add!' at his apartment, he had been sitting across from her and reading some book on the human anatomy.

'I could totally help him with that!', she sighed, clearly exasperated. Even more so when all he did was look up for a brief second then go right back to studying.

At the sound of her sigh Mamoru had looked up and then forced his eyes back to the sentence he had been re-reading for the past hour.

His silent mantra kicked up a few notched in volume so that he was practically screaming it to himself, 'Control! Control! Control!...'. What the heck had she been thinking? Showing up here looking like that. Didn't she understand how hard it was for him to ignore all the urges, and believe him there were many, that he felt when he was anywhere around her? That's when he heard her utter the name he had not been called in three years.

"Mamoru-baka", she muttered under her breath. She was absolutely delighted when he looked up at her with narrowed eyes.

"Excuse me?", he asked.

"Oh you heard me!",she yelled, bolting up from her seat.

Sighing, he closed the book and set it down carefully beside him. "And what, may I ask, has brought this on?"

She gaped at him, how could he not know?, "Your stupid self control..",and then added for good measure;"..cape boy!"

"Well excuse me for wanting to protect your virtue!", he yelled right back.

She had to laugh at this one, honestly, you'd think he were still living a thousand years in the past.

"I'm seventeen, I don't need that kind of protection."

He blinked at her. She had a point. "But you're still so young at heart! I wouldn't want to force you into anything you might regret!", he stuttered, thankful that he had found something to argue with.

She huffed, "Honestly baka, I've handled countless youma, defeated Queen Beryl and dealt with Sailor Galaxia practically on my own,", she narrowed her eyes," I think I can handle your silly little hormones!"

Another point. Damn it! Had she prepared this little speech in advance? Mamoru was utterly speechless.

Ecstatic that he had lost the ability to argue, Serena grabbed his collar and pulled him close enough so that her breath tickled his ear, "Now listen to me carefully Mamoru, you are going to follow me into that bedroom, and for god's sake you will grab my upper thigh, nibble my earlobe, and have your way with me. And you will enjoy it!", she hissed.

She released him and flounced into his bedroom, leaving Mamoru completely dumbfounded in the middle of his living room.

She reappeared outside the door and looked at him through heavy lashed, "That's an order Mamo-chan", she breathed to him seductively.

His eyes wide, he stuttered his reply, "Y-yes Princess!", and with that he bolted into the bedroom.

Who needed self-control anyways?