Title: Please Seduce Me ***The Seven Deadly Sins: Lust Month Entry***
Author: Princess Destiny
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Rating: NC 17+ (T on FFnet)
Summary: 'One Hour Challenges' #21, 23, 26, 30, 82, 123, 165, 227, 397, and 468, 470, 493, 628 and 634 Combined: Response Fanfic. Mamoru invites Motoki, Usagi, and her friends to a holiday at a ski resort. Although they're on break from School, Mamoru's finally decided to outright seduce the object of his affection from the last few years-Usagi. Where would be a more perfect setting to seduce her than a secluded cabin in the snow?
Couple: Usagi And Mamoru
Category: Sailor Moon And Tuxedo Kamen
Chapters: 1/7
Status: Unfinished
Year Completed: 2014
Size: 35 KB

Comments:Hi all! I started this back in 2011, when I was just stopping most of my surgery of the last few years and I hadn't written Fanfics for a while. There should be about seven chapters. Since I'd never sent this out and it's very much about lust, it's going to be one of my Lust Month entries. :) If you are interested in joining our Seven Deadly Sins Challenge, please come to my website Destiny's Gateway for details. Anyone can join in.

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PLEASE SEDUCE ME

By Princess Destiny

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Chapter One

'Princess, may I have this dance?'

Usagi's eyes slowly opened, noting that it was morning. She felt amazingly warm and comfortable, so didn't move at all. She had half expected to wake with a hang-over from the party that her room-mates and their friends had thrown. But since the girls had grown up and were at the age to have alcohol, they noticed almost immediately that it didn't seem to work on them as well as other people, and most times they didn't even have a morning after of illness.

After a long moment, her mind went to the dream she had just awoken from, where she was dancing with-someone. Hmm, there it went. Just like usual, she remembered only parts of what happened. She knew there was a Princess and a Prince and a huge palace, and that sometimes there was a battle and people dying, but she couldn't recall their faces or who they were.

It was only after someone groaned softly into her ear that she realized the warmth she was feeling was coming from being completely enveloped by a man's body.

Her dazed sleepiness completely fled her and panic and she stiffened in disbelief. The blonde's heart began to thunder in her ear and she thought back to last night frantically.

Had she gotten so utterly wasted that she'd sacrificed her virginity to a High School guy? No, no, no. This wasn't happening.

The small girl closed her eyes in anguish for a long moment before taking stock of the situation. There was an arm laying across her waist, the hand gripping her left hip. A long muscled leg lay across hers, pinning her to the bed.

One of her arms was trapped beneath the front of his body as he leaned into her and she really didn't want to think what her hand was pressed against.

And...a flush started into her cheeks and burned her skin. His face was was pressing into hers, his nose poking into her cheek. The man's breath wafted gently over the side of her face as he slept, completely at ease with being draped over her.

Usagi turned her eyes sideways towards him to try and see who it was. She saw some hair as dark as a raven's wing in a familiar cut. Dark hair? Damn it, she knew that hair as well as her own! No, it couldn't be.

Please don't be Chiba Mamoru, she begged silently.

But she already knew the answer. As both Mamoru and Tuxedo Kamen, she had often admired his glossy dark strands.

Besides, now that her head wasn't clouded with memories of the past-at least, the blonde thought that they were memories-she could sense her nemesis acutely.

A part of her was absolutely aghast and another was extremely relieved. If it was the jerk, then her virtue was intact. There was no way in hell that she had done anything lustful with him, nor would be have done that with her.

Usagi bit her lip and slowly turned her face, coming nose to nose with Mamoru. Damn, it was him.

She watched in astonishment, wondering how the hell he had gotten into her bed, and thanking the Goddess of the Moon that they were both still wearing their clothes. She did wish that her grey shirt had been longer than her upper thighs, since his long muscled leg was laying across both of hers, the heel curled under her calf as if to keep every inch of her as close as possible.

The bastard thought she was one of his girlfriends and was snuggling in his sleep. His multitudes of girls, the Casanova!

The biggest problem, she mused as her blue eyes traveled over his handsome features, noting his strong yet sensuous lips, long dark lashes and high cheekbones most men would have killed for, was that he was half naked. Mamoru was not wearing a shirt. He was almost bare, arm tight about her waist, his impressive chest pressing into her side. She actually couldn't feel much of her right arm, which was between them. Which was probably lucky considering her slender fingers came to crotch-height.

Damn. Her face went even redder and her heart wouldn't calm down.

Usagi turned her face back and stared up at the roof in bewilderment. Let's see, she had gone to bed before everyone else, when the house had been full of people. The blonde was pretty damned sure she had locked her door so that no one could come in, but that would be nothing to Mamoru's skills as Tuxedo Kamen. He had been a well-known thief in Juuban before focusing all his attention on stealing the Rainbow Crystals from the Senshi and the Dark Kingdom Generals. Lock picking was the least of his skills.

So he'd come in here for some reason, possibly because the couch was taken and the other rooms in the apartment were full, and he'd helped himself to her comfortable bed-and his worst enemy's warm body.

"Wake up, Mamoru!" The Senshi of the Moon hissed at him under her breath, not sure if she wanted him to wake up and see this, or to get the hell out of her room before someone else saw it!

His face moved against her, nose sliding from hers down to her mouth. She froze in horror as his lips brushed the corner or hers and then he was groaning and moving back.

The blonde breathed a sigh of relief, and then sucked in a shocked breath as his head settled onto her firm breasts. He rubbed his ear on them like he would a favorite pillow and she bit her lip hard. No, this was worse! Way worse. "God damn it." She moaned.

Usagi lifted her free hand and hovered it over his hair uncertainly. She decided not to touch his face and she reached for his shoulder before remembering it was completely naked. Gah.

Her fingertips slowly lowered to touch his warm skin, unsure of whether she should even be touching him. It wasn't something that Usagi and Mamoru did. They yelled, they threw things, they got in each other's personal space, but they very rarely touched.

But damn it, he was in her bed, and he needed to get out! She could already hear his amused, mocking voice in her head when Mamoru woke up and found what position they were in and it made her really angry.

Oh, that dark-haired jerk was going to make a big deal out of this, she was absolutely certain!

Without thinking, the blonde's fingers trailed delicately down the warm flesh of his arm, feeling the hard muscles underneath. She had never touched a guy like this before and admittedly she was very curious.

Usagi encountered something hard above his elbow and curiously, her pads stroked over the hilt of a dagger with the symbol for Earth, then down the sheath. The leather was warmed from his skin, and she traced the strap from the hilt across his arm till it curved under. It was similar to her own dagger, which she was wearing about her upper thigh.

The Senshi and Tuxedo Kamen had not fought the Dark Kingdom for three years now, after defeating Beryl at the north pole. They had never found their beloved Princess, but the Silver Crystal had been formed, and luckily, Sailor Moon had been able to weald it due to the Crescent Moon Wand.

They had stolen the Rainbow Crystal's from General Zoisite and Kunzite in a brilliant strategic attack that had been entirely due to the keen mind of Sailor Mercury and her computer. Without prompt, the crystals had all come together and formed an absolutely breathtakingly-beautiful stone that had promptly flown into Sailor Moon's Moon Wand as if it had always belonged there.

From there, Tuxedo Kamen had advised a truce between himself and the Senshi, and all secrets had been revealed.

The expected fireworks between Tsukino Usagi and Chiba Mamoru had almost caused a rift in their new bond, but surprisingly the two had gotten over their legendary animosity in order to face the alien invaders. They had never gotten along, but saving the world was something so much more important than themselves, that they had abruptly shown a comradeships that stunned their fellow fighter's.

Mercury had almost fainted dead away at the abrupt about-turn and Tuxedo Kamen and the Senshi of the Moon, when they decided to accept their fate and had brought a unified leadership that had previously been missing in their battles against the Dark Kingdom.

The two had become as one, and the defeat of the evil Queen and her court had come about in an almost anticlimactic end.

The world had been saved and the Senshi, to their utter astonishment, had been retired. No one else had threatened the world, and the citizen's of Japan released a collective sigh of relief, the aliens and the girls in short skirts with flamboyant powers had become a distant memory. It would never forgotten, but somehow without the constant reminder, become a sort of urban legend.

The Senshi had become normal girls again, to a point.

Oh, they went to High School when they graduated and made many more friends because there was no longer a reason for secrecy and solidarity, but a warrior was a warrior.

Luna, Artemis and Minako had insisted on combat training twice a week and each had a kit in their sub-space pocket for any contingency.

They also took to wearing weapons.

Usagi, Mamoru found comfort in a blade, always strapped somewhere to their body, Makoto preferred a metal staff that could extend like Tuxedo Kamen's cane, and could condense down to the size of her hand and be concealed on her person, and Ami found that she enjoyed the feel of a small sai.

It could have been an overboard preparation, but considering they had been invaded by aliens from another dimension, and their attempts at draining people's energy had morphed into the out-right need to slaughter the Senshi and Tuxedo Kamen when they had invaded their Kingdom via the north pole, maybe it was justification.

Either way, none of them could fight the sense that something else, at some stage, would require the Senshi and their protector to come out of retirement.

Once a warrior, always a warrior. Even if they had the semblance of being normal, hormonal, High School students.

Which brought Usagi back to the abrupt realization that she had woken up with the guy who could be her worst enemy, or even best friend, in her bed.

And she was groping his muscled arm as if she had every right to...like he was her boyfriend! Oops? Blue eyes narrowed and her glanced down at Mamoru's silky black hair, her fingers stopping their languorous stroking movements across his skin. Good god, she hoped he never found out what she had been doing to him while he was asleep.

"Mamoru! Wake the hell up." She growled at him, slapping the arm about her waist.

The dark-haired man chuckled. "I am." He replied slyly. "I have been for quite a while."

The blonde's eyes widened and a flush spread across her face. He was awake?! For how long?

Mamoru's arm tightened about Usagi's slender waist in a possessive grip, as his head slipped back so that he could look into her face. She was blushing as brightly as a tomato, eyes wide and anxious.

He had awoken many minutes before to the absent, yet sensual, sensation of his upper arm being stroked by warm soft fingers. He had immediately remembered just whose bed he had crawled into the night before after a few drinks, and was utterly delighted to find his head cradled on amazingly soft breasts, his legs thrown over both of hers, and an arm slung over her waist.

The scent of flowers uniquely identified the Odango Atama and he had realized with amazement, that she had absolutely no idea of what her hand had been doing to him. No, she had been completely lost in thought.

The fact that she hadn't screamed bloody murder and ordered him out of her bed the moment she had woken up to find him there was extremely interesting. And completely arousing. Perhaps Usagi wasn't as oblivious to the sexual tension between them, after all?

Usagi's free hand shot up into the air and away from his body as if it had betrayed her. She was unable to move the other arm, as if was pressed between their bodies. As their eyes met, and the deep blue of his glinted into hers with a decidedly mocking expression, she felt the familiar anger coming to her defense. He was not attractive! And her heart was thundering in her chest because she was furious at him. Yeah, that's right.

"Get out." She gritted through her teeth.

Mamoru grinned at her in a rather sinful manner, and his cheek rubbed against her chest in a brazen manner. "Why? It's comfortable here." He protested lightly. His eyes closed and he waited for the explosion that was sure to come.

The blonde's eyes almost hit her hairline as she realized that Mamoru had settled back down into the plush softness of her chest and appeared to be all set to go right back to sleep. "Mam-o-ru!" She screeched at him, yelping against when he pulled her closer by the waist.

"Shh, you'll wake everyone else," He advised, hiding a grin. "You don't want anyone else to see us like this, right?"

Usagi's lips pressed together firmly, eyes spitting wrath. He was a dead man when they got out of this situation. How dare he sleep on her breasts, wrapped about her like some perverted octopus? As if he had every right to put his hands, and legs on any part of her body he wished!

Just then, his ear brushed her nipple, and to her horror, she felt it come erect. He had to be feeling that. "Mamoru, I have a knife." The blonde growled, reaching up and grabbing a handful of his hair. She was surprised how soft it felt as she jerked his face up towards hers.

"You do? It's on you right now?" Mamoru asked with some interest. His head rose and he slowly scrutinized her shoulders, free arm and then inevitably her amazing chest, covered in only a light gray shirt. He did a mental check down her body where he was touching, but couldn't feel anything on her waist, or legs or other arm. "Where?" He whispered, face moving close.

She glared at him accusingly as his eyes practically stripped her naked. "On my thigh."

His hand slipped down from her curvatious waist over her hip and down the leg closest to the other-side of the bed. It couldn't be the thigh closest to him, because he was practically humping it, knee curved about her two legs so that she couldn't escape. He trailed over the end of her gray shirt, which rested on her upper thighs and felt her stiffen.

The hand wrapped in his hair tightened their grip threateningly, just daring him to touch something he shouldn't.

"Hmm, not there." Mamoru taunted, fingering the end of her shirt and brushing the backs of his fingers over her thighs.

He teasingly touched the elastic of her underwear and she bucked, almost throwing him off.

"I'm so going to kill you, you pervert." Usagi shouted, sitting up and bouncing his head down to her lap. She boxed his ear hard in retribution.

Mamoru sat up and shoved the blonde down, a hand coming across her chest just under her breasts and pinning her to the bed. "Uh uh, Usagi. I'm not going anywhere till I see your knife."

She blinked, mouth gaping. The jerk was seriously holding her down to the bed while his hand roamed under the covers, coming dangerously close to her underwear. "Let me the hell up, Chiba." She demanded, in complete disbelief.

He was feeling her up!

Mamoru had never treated her like this before. They had pretty much had the same relationship for the last few years, before and after she had learnt that he was Tuxedo Kamen. Her beloved hero, the guy she loved to hate.

They ignored each other at School, even when they had the same classes, and only socialized at lunch when their friends all came together.

Rei, Ami, Makoto, Minako, Naru, Motoki, Mamoru and herself all at their lunch together. It was their little clique, formed primarily because of the Senshi. Due to Nephlyte, Naru knew exactly who her friend was and Mamoru had advised Motoki when he had almost passed out from blood-loss due to a wound he had sustained in battle.

Over time, Usagi had to admit, perhaps Mamoru and her fight's had slowly turned in another direction. Oh sure, they still fought like cats and dogs, but the attraction that had been between Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen had sort of carried over into their personal lives. They had absolutely never acted on it. And probably never would.

But right now, he was crossing that line. In a big way.

Mamoru found the knife and felt along it's familiar length. It was the same as his and had also been generated by the Mercury computer. Practically invisible to a metal detector and indestructible. It hadn't been made on Earth, by terran metal's and couldn't be broken.

"The same as mine, huh? Nice." He smiled up at her annoyed face and then he hesitated. He had all but groped her already, so what was one more little thing? The handsome man new he would never, ever be given the chance to touch Odango Atama this way again. She wouldn't let him.

Usagi's gaze was locked on Mamoru's uncertain one when she felt his fingers moving along the strap to her inner thigh, such as she had done to the sheath on his arm. His knuckles brushed her sex through her panties and her eyes flew open wide in the realization that he had done it on purpose.

The blonde opened her mouth and screamed bloody murder, hand flying down under the covers to grab the handle of her knife. Before the dark-haired man could even blink, he had deftly pressed against his neck, right under his chin.

They both froze for a long moment, before the sound of running feet came.

"So hot, Odango," Mamoru moaned at her throatily, utterly turned on by her familiarity with sharp weapon's and the fact that she had turned it on him to defend her virtue. His head moved up rapidly, scrapping against the blade and his tongue slid along her bottom lip.

Usagi's mouth moved under the warm, wet caress, stunned more than any time in her entire life by his reaction. He was clearly aroused by this!

The two moved apart swiftly as the bedroom door banged open and Makoto, Rei, Ami and Minako rushed into the room, limbs and weapon's at the ready to defend their beloved Leader. Motoki and Naru came in a moment later. They stared all from Mamoru, to Usagi, noting rumpled clothes, drawn knife and Mamoru's drop-dead sexy grin and froze.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Usagi uttered the time-honoured phrase used by every girl caught with a guy in her room.

Naru had both hands clapped over her mouth, cheeks blazing red.

"What the hell?" Rei uttered, hand lowering with knife to rest against her stomach. Her purple eyes glared accusingly at the handsome man. "What are you doing to Usagi?"

"Nothing she couldn't have stopped at any time." He drawled pointedly, head tilting towards the knife she still had raised towards him.

Mamoru threw off the covers, revealing more of his naked, muscled chest and the dark slacks he had worn to the party. All five woman watched in awe as he stepped out of the bed and stretched, muscled on his chest and arms rippling. He was completely aware of their undivided attention on his body as he languidly sauntered past the girls in the doorway and headed out into the lounge.

Makoto unfroze from the sensual haze Mamoru had thrown about the room as he exited, and she groaned in appreciation. "That boy is sinfully sexy."

"Damn straight." Minako and Rei muttered in agreement.

Minako deftly turned to slam the door closed and turned towards her friend. Usagi was still crouching where Mamoru had left her, knife clutched in nerveless fingers. Even as she watched, the blonde blinked, slipped her knife back into the sheath on her upper thigh and sank back against the headboard in a daze.

"What was Chiba Mamoru doing in your bed?" She questioned excitedly, rushing to the bed to bounce down on her knees.

The other three followed to the mattress and sank down around Usagi, who looked like completely flabbergasted.

"He was there when I woke up, all wrapped about me." She said in a daze, not quite believing it all. "I told him to get out and he felt me up, so I drew my knife." Usagi swallowed hard. And Mamoru had liked it. A lot. But there was no way in hell she was ever telling her friends.

"Oh yeah?" Makoto murmured thoughtfully. It looked like Mamoru had finally got the balls to make a move on the blonde. She swore, sometimes the sexual tension was so much between the two of them, she could have cut the air with a knife.

Damn, but that guy was sex on two legs. A pity he was so hung on Usagi, but then, she was had been Sailor Moon. And the whole damn world knew that Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen were together. But she was a friend first.

"You want me to beat him up?" The brunette offered, only half serious.

"I'll beat him up myself if he tries anything again." Usagi growled, un-amused. Mamoru had just been playing with her, she was sure. Their yelling matches didn't happen as much as they had when the Dark Kingdom was invading and they had gone to different Schools. And then their identities had been revealed and things had become awkward when the two of them found that the person they had some vague romantic feelings for were one and the same.

Then they had defeated Beryl in that big battle and he had been so super protective of her while they all healed from their wounds. But their fights had soon sprung up again and it was awkward. So very awkward. Usagi had not known how to treat the man who was Tuxedo Kamen and Mamoru seemed to be having some similar problems with her.

They had been going to the same School for three years now, meeting in classes and at lunch and hanging out with their friends and even more had changed. But romance? Lust? Where the hell had that come from?

Ami smiled slyly. "So, Mamoru felt you up?" She waited in interest for the answer.

Usagi flushed brightly and looked away as all of her friends stared at her in avid facination. "I told him I was wearing a knife, and to get the hell out of my bed or I'd use it on him." That wasn't exactly what had happened, but close enough. Her hands clenched on her lap and she blew the blonde bangs from her eyes with frustration. This was not a conversation she was happy having. But her friends were closer than normal ones, like sisters. If they found out just what had happened, Mamoru was a dead man. She had to be careful.

"He went looking for it and touched me where he shouldn't. By accident." She added hastily.

"Riiiight." Makoto scoffed, rolling her green eyes. An accident? Sure it was. Mamoru was a guy. A healthy, good-looking, hormonal eighteen year old guy. There was no way he ended up in Usagi's bed by accident. And no way he had felt her up by mistake.

"But-why was he there in the first place?" Naru asked curiously. "What about the couch? I slept with Makoto, so it was free."

"Guess again," Minako drawled, crossing her arms. "Ken and Shannon were hot an heavy, on my bed no less, just before you hit the hay last night, Usagi. I was not getting in there until I washed them, so when Mamoru wanted to have the couch, I told him I'd Crescent Beam his ass if he didn't find an alternative sleeping arrangement."

"I would have shared my bed. Ami too." Makoto protested, worried that her friend had to spend the night on their couch, when this was her own home.

The former Senshi of Venus waved a hand about in an unconcerned manner. "Don't worry about it. It was fine."

"So in other words, if those two hadn't made out on Minako's bed, Mamoru wouldn't have dared to sneak under the covers?" Usagi demanded, put out.

Her stomach growled with hunger and she flushed brighter, covering her tummy with her hands. "I guess I'm hungry." She admitted, sliding from under the covers and grabbing a pair of workout pants from a chair. "How about some food, guys?" She asked them brightly, looking in the mirror and straightening her Odango's.

"I'm pretty hungry after all that partying last night." Rei agreed. Her purple eyes rested on her best friend's embarrassed face for a long moment, before she smiled. Mamoru had better be serious about Usagi, or she'd make sure he never bore children. She didn't approve of his playboy ways, or the many girlfriends that he went through. Usagi was looking for love, so if that dark-haired man wasn't serious, there would be fire involved in his punishment.

"Me too." Naru nodded. She hadn't drunk much alcohol the night before, so luckily she had no hangover and was craving some cereal. "I'll make some tea."

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To Be Continued...

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