And here you go, as promised, a small epilogue to say goodbye to this fic! Thank you to my Superbeta Uglygreenjacket, and thank you to everyone who has supported me on the way! All those people in my reviews and my comments: I cannot thank you enough, and it was an absolute pleasure writing for you! Thank you so, so much!

Here you go!

The Unintentional Seduction of Chiba Mamoru
Epilogue

"And this?"

"Uuhhhmmmmmm…"

"But they said—"

"It doesn't!"

"Huh." A grunt. Then a slightly changed position on shifting sheets. "This?"

"Hmm no, not really."

"How about here?"

"Eh, more to the—"

"Here?"

"No, more to—"

"What, left?!" he said, moving his fingers to the left as he propped his other arm up by the elbow, pillowing his chin on his hand by her face. "You never go—"

Her eyes flew open wide and shitdamn this was— "Ah, yes. Yes, there!"

"Huh."

Left it was.

His face was all gorgeous, wondrous amusement mixed with bewilderment; the twinkling fairy lights above her bed illuminating this man on top of her way too prettily from behind. And then he had the absolute gall to change it again—

She grabbed his bicep. "Ah, no. Not like that."

"Lighter?" he asked, and changed it up immediately without waiting for affirmation.

She gave it anyway.

"Lighter." Her happy sigh was instantaneous, really.

"Good?" He smirked down at her, face so deliciously pretty, hair falling into his eyes.

"Hmmmmmmm," she hummed, because really, this was kind of bliss.

"What when I do thi—"

"Oh GOD, oh shiiiiiiit—"

"I guess that's a yes."

"Shiiiitfuuuu- Oh god, Usako don't—" he choked, "don't stoooo-ahhghh."

She giggled and it made it worse. (Or better, really.)

"How abou—"

She grabbed his hips perhaps way too hard, fingers cramping because oh wow, what?!

"YES!" she cried, wide-eyed. "Oh god, pleaasee, yesmmm-ah!"

But he flinched.

"Shhhhiiii— ouchouchouch," he cried, and yanked himself out of her with a force to her utter and desperate dismay because fucking god— "Uh, no, sorry. Not for me, ah."

"What about this?" he asked, breathless and pretty and hard and— uh, no.

"Uh, no, no, no," she cringed, pressed against him to get him off. "Just go back to before—"

But he came right back, determined. "Hm, how about this then?"

"Ughhhh," she growled into his shoulder. "Why can't you just go back to what you did bef—"

"I'm just trying to follow the manual!"

Really, her growl was absolute feral frustration. "Fuck the podcast, Mamo-chan!"

"Actually, I'm trying to fuck you—" he smirked way too playfully as if he wasn't currently the most frustrating person in the world because what he did before was really good dammit she was almost there.

"MAMO-CHAN!"

"... But it's not a representative trial if we don't follow the instructions!"

The look she sent him was perhaps a bit too wild.

"... Mamo-chaaaaaaa—"

"Ok, ok, ok!"

"—aaaanughhh, yes. Yes, that. THAT, yes."

With a grunt, he contorted her a bit much.

Nope, this one was definitely not on her happy list. This was doing nothing for her. "Mamo-chan, this is exhausting."

"You're a superhero, Usako."

She sighed. "Can you go back to being afraid of breaking me?"

He rolled his eyes, but flipped her over.

Nah, this one really wasn't all that good.

(It was made even worse when he bent her again and she cried out in abject horror when the movement caused her poor little Tux doll to tumble right off her bed. No, no. Nopedy-nope.)

"I don't think this is it. Are you sure?"

"Hm, maybe if we—"

He moved his leg and it lifted her butt, and he pouted in a way that was ridiculously cute. She had trouble not to snort.

"No," he said, lip jutted forward, hands grabbing her ass and moving her. "This is supposed to make you come super fast…"

She rolled her eyes, but lifted her butt obligingly nonetheless.

"You said this podcast also talked about bananas in guy's asses don't you think— oh WOW."

"See?"

"So," he grunted, out of breath and collapsing on his back, and reached for his drawer in the dresser by her bed. "Did we like this one?"

She gave him a look, but it turned into a grin. "I can't believe you're still doing this so neatly."

He shrugged, naked shoulders looking so pretty against her fluffy pillows, pen already in his notebook. "I'm thorough."

Her face was all eyebrows. "Oh, believe me, I KNOW."

He threw her a wilting look right back, those pretty lips so wonderfully red and puffy from all the things she'd done to them and it was throwing off the pretty glare on his face. "You usually don't complain about THAT."

But she stretched her legs out and flung herself on top of him, his eyes immediately leaving the notebook, pen raised and stilling when they instead flew to her dropping, jiggling breasts. He was such a guy.

She stroked her hands up his chest, parallel and flat, until she reached his middle, grabbed the notebook and the pen, and flung it off over her shoulder.

"Hey-mphh."

And then she attacked.

She couldn't keep the affectionate smile out of her insult, the loving lilt, but she couldn't help it anyway.

"You're such a nerd," she cooed.

He just smirked, rolled his hips, thrust in THAT angle.

"MmFuck," she grunted.

That obnoxiously attractive smirk simply grew a little wider on his lips. "We wouldn't know that one without—"

She rolled her eyes. This man, sometimes. To think she was ever jealous of wherever he learned this shit from. "I swear to god if you-ughh oh gawwwd."

Shit-eating. That smirk was shit-eating.

"Mmmdidn't say it was a bad thingoHmm."

Who would have ever thought she would ever have this much fun learning… anything, really?! But now that they were learning this stuff so openly together?

She was having fun. She was having a whole lot of fun. It was sickening, really.

But he was very, very right. Their desires were an endless well, they were only at the start, there was so much left to learn, so much left to explore and compare and find out about her boyfriend's (!) (eek?! YAY?!) body and her own, and some of it honestly so very surprising.

Like when he'd for the first time and completely mindlessly gotten to her via one of his preferred modes of transportation - via rooftop and magic tuxedo - and slipped into her window without a second thought.

How he hadn't guessed that kink she would never know. But he'd been so absolutely surprised.

And she'd stared at him so wide-eyed, flush disappearing down into her thin, thin tank top, and then she'd started to beg him to fuck her into her mattress still transformed and well... He had.

It really shouldn't have come as such a surprise to him that sex between Tuxedo Mask and Usagi was something they both... had enjoyed. It was the original crush after all. And had, after that night, enjoyed quite a bit more often, weird as it perhaps was. But hey. It really fulfilled a fucking surprising hoard of apparently mutual fantasies. And sometimes, regardless of whether he was currently inside of her or not, she made him detransform and transform and detransform at seemingly random and he groaned so pitifully and she got so WET and she knew he knew she was shamelessly making him act out one of those dreams of hers. Or kind of all of them.

(Also, well, that flutter on your skin during a transformation? Apparently, it was something that was very... stimulating to her while he was inside of her. Who'd have found out that, if they hadn't tried it a lot? She was getting on board with being thorough – and they'd also learned that this only worked when he transformed naked, or at least with his dick already out so this transition back to no civilian clothes would not be... not completely ouch.)

And after that kink was out of their system and they tried it out the other way around... and well, Mamoru did like Sailor Moon after all in a very carnal way.

Also, those stupid fukus were really hard to move out of the way. He did like to try, though. But Tuxedo Mask had an easier time accomplishing that than Mamoru did and really, who was she to complain?

Really, this was all kind of hundreds times better than she'd ever have imagined, because beneath that tux was Mamoru and… and… Mamoru was kind of perfect, wasn't he? Because he was.

And because he was so perfect, when she got home from work that day, he was already sitting on her bed like he belonged there and nowhere else (and he did). And he looked so good: fairy lights switched on, bare feet crossed at the legs and peeking out from those pretty, pretty, black skinny jeans, flipping through a book, Coco Curry take-away boxes on a tray beside him along with her shiny new red-and-black Tuxedo Mask themed chopsticks he'd bought her last week.

(Really, he got way too much delight out of buying her all the Tux merch there was.)

It would have all been perfect too, once she crawled into her bed and against his side under his already so conveniently lifted arm for her (without even looking away from his book, really, he was getting too used to this), had he not spoken such blasphemous words.

"Senshi meeting at Hikawa at 9," he mumbled, turning a page.

She groaned into his armpit and he chuckled and slid his Sailor Moon bookmark in place before snapping it shut (yes, she bought him shit too now in retaliation).

"What if I wanted to stay in with you instead?" she asked in her cute-sy voice and snuggled closer.

He looked down at her with a small smile, and damn did she love his reading glasses.

"We don't have to leave for another two hours," he said, and ran his hand through one streamer of her hair.

She pouted. "Hmmm, but that's no good."

She only let him go because he was reaching for the tray of food, and opened up the styrofoam.

Perfect man who fed her.

"Luna said it's a new lead on the Princess," he said, tray now on his legs, and pushed his fingers under the flaps of the second box.

This one was all cheesy, cheesy, cheese curry. Hers. Her insides curled in yum.

"Bah," Usagi huffed anyway. "There's 'new leads' all the time and we never find her. Let's skip, please?"

He quirked a smile through his stern look, and stirred the rice – because she always made such a mess on the bed and so now he had to do it, (because yes, he was fucking perfect.) "Usako…"

Full pout on. "I had a hard day and I want to cuddle," and with that, she lifted his shirt and nibbled on him.

Good thing he had such good superhero reflexes and never dropped precious food even under attack.

He laughed. "You don't want to cuddle, Usako."

"What if I do?"

He raised that unfairly pretty eyebrow and held her cheesy food out for her.

She took it and started shoveling.

"What can I do so I can have sex with you instead of going to boring meetings?" she asked with her mouth full like the sexy, seductive beast she was.

"You could go to a supermarket and announce it loudly," he said all smirkiest of smirks like the jerk he fucking was.

She glared. "I can't believe Rei told you that." She stabbed her food. "It wasn't even that bad. You were teasing me with all that not-kissing, and I wanted to have sex. Which I still do, and you could have gotten the memo, by now."

He shrugged, grin turning even more obnoxious. "I believe the exact term I was told you used was 'ramming'."

She pursed her lips and shoved her mouth full.

"We could go for milkshakes on the way?" she begged instead, mouth full once more.

He looked much more dainty and pretty. Eating like a prissy nerd even with pink Sailor Moon chopsticks from a styrofoam bowl.

"If you want?"

She cringed. "Motoki's gonna think I'm a floozy till the rest of time, won't he?"

"Yup." He popped his p with a toothy grin.

Usagi sighed into her bowl.

"Well," he shrugged. "It was your decision to tell him it was Tuxedo Mask you wanted to confess to originally."

Not her brightest moment to say that. In her defence, it HAD cleared everything up for the girls when she explained that Mamoru was Tuxedo Mask. She forgot she couldn't get to step two of the admittedly very good story with Motoki. Now he thought Mamoru's dick had made her fall out of love with a superhero.

(Well…)

"I did confess to Tuxedo Mask," she pouted into her curry.

"Hmmm," he hummed as if it was a purr, and leaned close. "Confess to him again?"

She rolled her eyes, pushed at his shoulder, and he kept grinning, even when he attempted to steal her food to move it out of the way.

Well, he couldn't always be perfect, could he?

He stood at the stovetop with his little espresso maker (that lived in her kitchen because it belonged there) in a wrinkled T-shirt, droopy pajama bottoms that were getting thin from wear, and bed-head.

Minako crossed her arms when she appeared in the doorway dressed to the nines, glimmering lipstick and dramatic sunglasses that covered the giant purple bags under her eyes.

Early morning shoots really made her testy.

"You guys missed the meeting last night," she glared.

"We did," he said, lifted the espresso maker, poured its contents into a Totoro mug, and brought it over to his breakfast.

Minako rolled her eyes at him. "You know, if I'd put two and two together and realized this meant I'd have to see you first thing in the morning for the rest of my life, I wouldn't have pushed her to do this."

He grinned, big and fat, and shrugged at her as he lifted his spoon of actually healthy fruity nutty cereal that he'd bought at the foreign delicatessen store in hopes of bribing Usagi into giving up the atrocious unicorns and now no one ate it but him in this house.

Minako scribbled something on the fridge.

"For the rest of your life?" he quipped around his spoon. "You do realize at one point Usako and I are going to move in together and then you—"

She whirled around with a pointed finger. "Not gonna happen!" she growled, then kissed the fridge— or the paper tacked to it, leaving behind a big fat lipstick mark.

He grinned wider.

"She's living with me, stop talking or I revoke your visitation rights!" She hollered over her shoulder on her way out. "And speak to Luna once Usagi gets up, we really do have a good lead!"

He chuckled around his spoon, content.

So yeah, here it is! One more or less open-ended epilogue as tiny as the prologue was, leaving you with the last point I wanted to make in a fic about the teaching sex and seduction trope: that when it comes to sex, the only way to learn together is to actually learn together, and to try out what works for you over and over again! There are no magic moves ultimately, in the end you have to try stuff out; it's only in what ends up fitting to the people and how open you learn to be together in communicating what works and what doesn't. So yeah guys, be happy and safe and have some consensual and healthy and unapologetic pleasure and try something new you maybe haven't tried before (with yourself, or with someone you want and who wants you back!) cause you all deserve it! Mwah! It was a blast writing this for you!

On a slightly related note: Sex Education Season 2 came out two weeks ago-ish on Netflix. I binged it in a few nights and just got finished yesterday and damnnnn do I love this show. So, ya know, if you like sex ed in your entertainment, and some Brits talking pleasure, and one nerdy inexperienced boy researching the shit out of sex and making some Very Bad Decisions, I can recommend that show lol.

Anyway, I hope you liked this story, and for those of you who've started this after it was done writing, I hope you will like it, too, whenever you will read it, and I would love to hear what you think of it! I promise it motivates me to write something new!

Mwah!