Annoyed author's rant: as you might have guessed from the header this is my rant. i'm replying to a few reviewers who felt the need to criticized my work to the point that it made me angry. these people were not giving constructive criticism which i respect and value instead they were informing me of how THEY wanted my work to be written and how THEY would have done it.
1.first and for most this is MY work not theirs and i will write it how ever i damn well please. so there.
2.someone said that my work was unrealistic in that Mamoru and Usagi's chemistry and love scenes were sudden and that just doesn't happen in real life. what does real life have to do with moon princesses and magical powers? if the reviewer had bothered to wait until this chapter came out they might have found out why they had such sudden and explosive chemsitry.
3.people don't send me flames. i don't want them and i ignore them. constructive criticism fine, where you tell me you might have been a bit hazy on a certain scene but do not email me with complaints about a certain pairing...usually when i have only suggested those to MIGHT get together. don't leave reviews telling me how i need to "tone it down" or make it more cutsy. i said this was angsty from the beginning, don't like it? don't read it. it doesn't kill me to have you hit the back button.
4.this is not fluff. the title is "dark obsession" for crying out loud! yes mamoru is dark, posessive and angsty, no i will not change that. there are reasons why he is over the top in all those respects which will be revealed further in the story line. no i will not make mamoru a little puppy dog and usagi and tough as nails girl. again i've made these characters the way they are for plot reasons. usagi accepts mamoru's attentions for reasons you find out later so breathe everyone.
5.i will not make my characters less OOC or follow the plot of the manga, show or movies any more closely or loosely so please don't demand it as some less than subtle people have.
6.and lastly for everyone who has taken the time to write me reviews whether glowing or helpful thanks. you guys are the reason i trudge through everything from writer's block to have no time because of finals. i've taken the time to write, rewrite and edit this with the help of my awesome editor rosey...thanks rosey! and so leave a review so i know you're reading.
ok my rant's over. sorry to all of those that it was not aimed at. a few sour reviews were just the last straw to an overtaxed week.
Dark Obsession
Violet Goddess
Chapter 7
Usagi stared at him, it would be so easy, so very easy to just give into the incredible temptation he posed. To just let herself drown in him, in this desire that swarmed around her and seemed to link them together as nothing else could. God it would be SO easy and yet she couldn't d o it. She wanted him, she wouldn't even try to lie to herself about something that obvious but she didn't know if she give into it without falling prey to the doubt and guilt that weighed so heavily on her. With a sigh of defeat she fell back against the dark mahogany headboard.
"No." Usagi inwardly winced at how breathy and husky the word sounded, not much of a deterrent for the determined man standing at the foot of her bed, eyeing her like a delicious treat. She watched his eyes darken as they moved over her breasts which lay bare, the sheet that she had clutched to at for modesty long since lost. It was fascinating to watch him watch her, heady in a way she had never expected. He just stood there, his muscles taut with restraint, staring at her. For Usagi who had never been the attention of anyone like Mamoru, anyone as strong willed, as male, it was something entirely new. But when he to move closer, she tensed and her hand flew up to stop him.
"No, Mamoru. I wont do this, not again." She didn't know if he heard her words for his steps never faltered and suddenly she was in his arms, crushed against him. She felt her breasts pressed tightly against his muscled chest and felt a blush creep over her skin. Lord she had been naked in front of him only moments ago but it had seemed different, like she was somehow detached. This was different, this was real and she knew she had to stop him before her traitorous body decided it didn't care about any damn past lives or broken hearts.
"I don't want this." She whispered desperately as his mouth hovered above hers, his hot breath feathering her face softly with every ragged breath.
"The hell you don't!"Her eyes flew to his just as his mouth took hers in a savage kiss. He was relentless in his assault. He wanted her to know she was his and that he would let nothing separate them this time. It scared her that she knew his intent almost as much as the unsaid words that hovered between them. She pushed desperately against his chest, needing distance before the past swallowed them and she was lost for all time to a long dead princess and her denied passions. It was a sobering thought and as she wrenched away from Mamoru, her breath quick and harsh, she felt fear creep into her body.
"I won't Mamoru," she said frantically, shaking her head and moving to avoid the hands that reached for her.
"I won't be her. I'm NOT her. She's dead. She has been for a thousand years." She was moving away from him now, her eyes skittering around, looking for an escape. Whether from Mamoru or the princess she was, she was never really sure.
"Yes you ARE! She was you a thousand years ago. You're the same person Usagi!" Usagi could only shake her head wildly in denial.
"No, I won't be her! I'm Usagi not Serenity! You hear me? Usagi!" She bolted then, trying to dodge around his massive bulk and reach the ornate wooden door and freedom. Her fingers had barely scraped the wood when his arm snaked out and wrapped around her waist, hauling her against his chest. He easily retrained her chaotic struggles but he could do nothing about the tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks.
"I can't do it Mamoru. You want HER, not me. I'm not Serenity, I'm not your princess and I won't ever be. I don't want to be. Can't you just let me go? Can't we just both move on?" She lay limp against him now, exhausted and drained. Everything was happening so fast and her emotions were swirling around her in a mess that even she didn't understand.
Sighing Mamoru stared down at the golden head tucked tightly against his chest. It seemed like one thing after another was falling apart. He had finally found his princess after a thousand years, a thousand years for crying out loud, and she wanted nothing to do with what they had. In a way he understood her. She was terrified of losing her identity, to a person that lived millennia's ago. He supposed he might have felt that way but he felt like Darien, they were the same. It was odd to view memories that he'd only recently discovered but they felt like HIS memories, not those of some long dead prince. That was where he and Usagi differed. While he wanted nothing more than to pick up where they left off she was just trying to keep herself from running screaming in the opposite direction. Maybe a compromise was in order.
"Ok Usagi." She jerked back in surprise at that, her tear bright eyes staring back at him in confusion.
"Why don't we just slow down?" A hand snaked out then to wipe away a tear streaming down her face.
"Slow down?" A sniffle accompanied the question and Mamoru could only smile and hug her close.
"Yeah slow down. We don't have to base our relationship on Endymion and Serenity." His words seemed to soothe her as he felt her relax against him.
"We don't?"
"No." She pulled back then and stared at him, her gaze running over his face as if memorizing his features. She had done that before, at their last fateful encounter and his chest squeezed tight at the thought of losing her again.
"You only want me because I was her." The accusation was spoken with a little less conviction this time. Mamoru cupped his face in his hands and stared into her eyes, his face serious.
"I wanted you long before I knew who you were a thousand years ago and I want you now just as much. It's taking every last ounce of will power not to carry you back over to that bed and see how loud I can make you moan." His eyes had gone nearly black and his voice husky as he spoke. Heat seemed to radiate off him like nothing she had ever felt. She knew it was true. He wanted her but she wasn't ready, didn't know if she would ever be ready.
"I hated you, you know."
"I know baby, I know." He hugged her hard then, but quickly pushed her away from him. She stared at him, hurt and bewildered but he only grinned.
"If you want to keep that delectable little body out from under me you had better put something on." It wasn't until that moment that Usagi realized she was naked.
"You ass! You couldn't have reminded me before this?"
"And miss the chance to look at you naked? No I don't think so." He only laughed and then promptly ducked when a pillow came flying towards his head.
* * *
"You were vague as usually Mariner." The feminine voice echoed harshly off the marble walls of the grand room. Though it was large it was by no means opulent. The space seemed almost barren with nothing occupying it but the lengthy shadows cast by the light cast so waveringly by a single lamp perched atop a simple wooden table.
"Am I ever anything but?" The amusement in his voice caused her lips to curve into a half smile.
"No, not really. Come I have something to show you." She waved him forward towards the small pool of light that the small lamp cast around her.
Mariner glanced down and was unsurprised to find an image of the prince and princess facing each other, tension nearly palpable in the air between them, cast on opposite wall from him like some old home movie.
"They think to stay separate?" He asked incredulously as he watched the scene play out.
"They cannot be serious."
"They don't know, well Serenity doesn't know. I have my suspicions about the prince. He feels the bond if nothing else." Mariner's gaze snapped to Pluto at that.
"Will it be enough?"
"It will have to be. You know as well as I that they don't really have a choice." Her voice was solemn but Mariner caught the subtle hint of amusement.
"Am I to take it that you find this amusing?"
"A little." A small smile curved her exquisite lips as she stared at the wavering image of the couple. They were now locked in an embrace and his prince tried to soothe a very irate Serenity.
"Their bond is reasserting itself. No matter that Serenity might find this disturbing, their souls recognize each other, they know they belong together and that will soon start manifesting itself physically."
"Ahh so that's why you're smiling. You're going to have a laugh at them trying to keep their hands off each other."
"Yeah pretty much." Pluto said with a laugh. It was rare that she was allowed humor in her life. So often her time was spent in life or death situations were every word, every action had immediate consequences for the time line. It weighed on a person. But this, this was fun and the world wouldn't implode if any tiny detail was overlooked.
"Umm Pluto." At Mariner's strained voice Pluto's gaze swung to his face. His _expression was troubled as he stared at the couple destiny seemed determined to bring together.
"Mariner?" She felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach when he didn't immediately answer.
"You do remember the consequences of this bond, don't you? More of Endymion's traits are going to resurface and he's going to be more than a little possessive of the woman he's waited a thousand years for." Pluto's face went pale at his words. She, the keeper of time, the one person in the universe who was never surprised had just bent dealt the shock of her life. She had no clue how this explosive situation would play out. There was only one thing to say...
"Shit."
* * *
She was so close.
Mamoru was sitting at his large mahogany desk that stood as the focus of his big but cozy study. He was trying to put the finishing touches on the plans for a small shipping company he had an interest in to go public. The plan to take the company public involved mountains of paper work and hundred of man-hours to meet the December third deadline. He only had two weeks to finish. Yes he should definitely be working but he wasn't. All he could think about was the petite blonde sitting on the other side of his desk, her prim dress suit with its sensible length skirt. The only problem was that that sensible skirt had now ridden up her slender legs to her milky thigh. Her crossed legs only worsened the problem until Mamoru could do nothing more than stare at the expanse of ivory skin.
He had put her in charge of setting up the party to celebrate his company going public. She was the best in the business and it gave her something to do, but more importantly it gave him an excuse to be with her for hours. Alone. And they had been spending time together tonight was no different. He was supposedly looking over figures to finalize the deal and Usagi was finishing the arrangements for the party. For only having a week she had done remarkably well.
Though they had both waited for more flashes of their past life to appear but so far nothing, it was grueling waiting game that was stretching his nerves to the breaking point. It had been nearly a week since that incident in her bedroom. As he promised he'd stayed away from her, though every cell in his body screamed at him what an idiot he was. God, he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He woke up each night in agony from some erotic dream with her as the star, his body hard as a stone and aching for her. It was painful and yet erotic to have her so close and know he couldn't have her. It might all have been bearable if she had been indifferent to him, had simply tolerated his presence, but she wasn't. He could see the desire flair in her eyes every time they happened to lock gazes, could see the way her body almost mindless sought his out. It was driving him insane. All he knew was that he hoped to hell she came to him soon, because he didn't know how much longer his restraint would last.
Damn it he was just so close! How was she supposed to resist him when he was so near? She could smell his spicy cologne as it mixed with the smoky scents of the fire burning quietly in his cozy fireplace. That was really the only way to describe the room. Cozy. It was damn near perfect and it made her want to scream. Oh yes it was perfect just like everything else that was his.
His house was exactly what she would have wanted had she had the fortune to build it. The Oriental rug, the masterful art, just the feel of the place was enough to make her sigh with contentment. It was like showing someone their dream but then yanking it away saying, 'tisk tisk, this isn't yours'
But beyond even the house and the multitude of rooms so carefully decorated the man himself was what troubled Usagi the most. Mamoru had treated her like a guest. He was always polite and courteous, but there was something more to him. That hungry look that was always in his eyes when he looked at her and his touch that was always so suggestively sensual. It was like watching a tiger lying in wait, patiently stalking its prey. It was unnerving and yet Usagi couldn't stop her blood from racing every time he looked at her, couldn't stop her the shivers of pleasure that coursed through her every time he touched her. It was maddening, their attraction to each other. And instead of lessening as she had hoped it would, it was only becoming stronger. She didn't know how much longer her restraint was going to last.
* * *
What the hell was she doing? She was standing at the end of his bed, in the middle of the night! His room was exquisite, she should have guessed. Everything was in its proper place in the massive chamber as their shadows danced in the wavering moonlight. Usagi shivered slightly at the chill that had crept into the room in the utter stillness of the night. Nothing moved in the house except the quiet ticking an antique clock sitting prominently on the mantel.
Well what was she supposed to do now? Her hands felt ice cold where they hung lifelessly against her silk nightgown. She had been lying in bed, trying in vain to fall asleep, when the urge to see Mamoru had swamped her. She had ignored it at first but it had continued to build and build until she had been moving down the hall towards his room before even she realized what she was doing. Now there she stood, staring intently at the one man who had turned her life upside down and yet all she could think about was the overwhelming need to touch him. He was lying on his stomach, the muscles of his back rippling softly with every breath he took. Usagi wanted to run her hand down his spine, listen to the rasp of her skin against his.
"Usagi?" His voice was husky from sleep and it sent a shiver down her spine. Her eyes slowly met his, guilt and desire warring equally within her. Mamoru slowly sat up when she remained silent.
"Usagi what are you doing here?"
He could barely make out her form in the darkness of the room but he never considered turning on a light. Something was going on and it was something that was suited for the black shadows of night. She never said a word as she slowly walked towards him, just moved with that fluid grace that was wholly hers. It was more seductive than anything Mamoru had ever known and he felt his heart begin to slam painfully in his chest with every step she took. Walking along the side of his bed she passed through moonlight pooling through the large windows. She looked like a moon goddess in the little slip of silk that seemed to cling to every curve, every hollow of her body.
When she stood next to him, her body tantalizingly close his hands fisted his satin sheets to quell the urge to grab her and pull her flush against his heated body.
"Usagi if you start this there is no going back. I won't be able to let you go this time."
His voice came out a near growl as his body hardened with amazing speed as she continued to stare at him, her eyes raking across his face and naked torso.
Suddenly she locked his gaze, her eyes at once clear.
"I don't want you to let me go." At her words Mamoru let out a groan of defeat and snaked an arm around her slender waist, pulling her down on top of him.
"This is it Usagi," his lips barely brushed hers, his breath brushing across her skin.
"You're mine sweetheart." His mouth crushed hers in a savage kiss that was passionate and possessive and tender all at once. He nibbled her bottom lip to get her open for him and as she tentatively opened for him he invaded. Their kisses turned carnal as Mamoru absorbed the heady knowledge that she was there with him, that it was her breathy moans filling the room, and her silken hair that was flowing around them.
Suddenly he was desperate to see all of her, feel all of her against him. With an ease that surprised even him he flipped them over, pinning Usagi beneath him. Leaning back he stared down at his goddess. Her golden hair spilled across the midnight black sheets, her lips were rosy and swollen from his kisses, but it was her eyes, misty and glazed with passion that held his attention. Desire burned hot in her and Mamoru felt a sense of triumph that he made her feel it.
Usagi didn't know why Mamoru pulled away but she damn well didn't like it. She reached to pull him back down for another kiss but his hand snaked out to capture hers. Slowly he raised them over her head, stretching her out beneath his hungry gaze. Holding her stare he reached between their bodies and gripped her flimsy negligee and rented it to shreds with one fierce pull. Usagi's gasp was lost beneath Mamoru's ravenous mouth as he groaned at the feel of her, all of her, against him.
It was hot and out of control and primitive and Usagi reveled in it. There was something so right about this, about them. She felt him calm when he realized she was returning his advances fire for fire. A little of the urgency seemed to seep out of him but only a little as his hands released hers to slid across her body. Usagi arched up into his touch, the exquisite pleasure of his caress almost more than her senses could handle.
"It's been too long."
His voice was muffled as his lips moved across her skin.
"I can't wait much longer." He captured her breast in his mouth as the last word escaped. Usagi mindlessly wrapped her legs around him, her hands fisted in his silky hair to hold him to her.
"Mamoru.... I want you." At her hoarsely whispered declaration Mamoru froze. Slowly, eyes, nearly black with arousal met Usagi's smoky blue ones. The look he gave her was so intense, so stark and predatory that a shudder of uncertainty ran through her. And then he was kissing her again, plundering her sweet mouth with so much passion that the breath left her in a gasp of shock and thinking became impossibility.
Mamoru only took advantage to invade her mouth. By god to hear her speak those softly sensual words so innocently had almost been more than his already tenuous control could handle. He had wanted her from the moment he'd first seen her in both lifetimes and had been denied again and again, but not this time. No, now she was here with him, where she would stay. Wrapping her hair around his fist Mamoru pulled her head back, her delicate neck exposed and her startled eyes staring into his.
"You're mine Usagi." And with that he shifted slightly, her slender legs still wrapped tightly around him, and plunged deep. Their harsh cries mingled together as they both surrendered to each other.
Mamoru moved slowly, trying to give her body time to adjust to him but the feel of her around him, of hands gripping his shoulders as she urged him on was too much. With a groan of defeat his head dropped against her shoulder and he sank into her. Her moan of pleasure rasped against his ear and he could only moved faster, push deeper. He wanted her like this always. Wild for him, crying out his name from the pleasure he gave her.
And as the pleasure consumed him his final thought was that finally she was his and nothing was taking her away from him this time, nothing.
1.first and for most this is MY work not theirs and i will write it how ever i damn well please. so there.
2.someone said that my work was unrealistic in that Mamoru and Usagi's chemistry and love scenes were sudden and that just doesn't happen in real life. what does real life have to do with moon princesses and magical powers? if the reviewer had bothered to wait until this chapter came out they might have found out why they had such sudden and explosive chemsitry.
3.people don't send me flames. i don't want them and i ignore them. constructive criticism fine, where you tell me you might have been a bit hazy on a certain scene but do not email me with complaints about a certain pairing...usually when i have only suggested those to MIGHT get together. don't leave reviews telling me how i need to "tone it down" or make it more cutsy. i said this was angsty from the beginning, don't like it? don't read it. it doesn't kill me to have you hit the back button.
4.this is not fluff. the title is "dark obsession" for crying out loud! yes mamoru is dark, posessive and angsty, no i will not change that. there are reasons why he is over the top in all those respects which will be revealed further in the story line. no i will not make mamoru a little puppy dog and usagi and tough as nails girl. again i've made these characters the way they are for plot reasons. usagi accepts mamoru's attentions for reasons you find out later so breathe everyone.
5.i will not make my characters less OOC or follow the plot of the manga, show or movies any more closely or loosely so please don't demand it as some less than subtle people have.
6.and lastly for everyone who has taken the time to write me reviews whether glowing or helpful thanks. you guys are the reason i trudge through everything from writer's block to have no time because of finals. i've taken the time to write, rewrite and edit this with the help of my awesome editor rosey...thanks rosey! and so leave a review so i know you're reading.
ok my rant's over. sorry to all of those that it was not aimed at. a few sour reviews were just the last straw to an overtaxed week.
Dark Obsession
Violet Goddess
Chapter 7
Usagi stared at him, it would be so easy, so very easy to just give into the incredible temptation he posed. To just let herself drown in him, in this desire that swarmed around her and seemed to link them together as nothing else could. God it would be SO easy and yet she couldn't d o it. She wanted him, she wouldn't even try to lie to herself about something that obvious but she didn't know if she give into it without falling prey to the doubt and guilt that weighed so heavily on her. With a sigh of defeat she fell back against the dark mahogany headboard.
"No." Usagi inwardly winced at how breathy and husky the word sounded, not much of a deterrent for the determined man standing at the foot of her bed, eyeing her like a delicious treat. She watched his eyes darken as they moved over her breasts which lay bare, the sheet that she had clutched to at for modesty long since lost. It was fascinating to watch him watch her, heady in a way she had never expected. He just stood there, his muscles taut with restraint, staring at her. For Usagi who had never been the attention of anyone like Mamoru, anyone as strong willed, as male, it was something entirely new. But when he to move closer, she tensed and her hand flew up to stop him.
"No, Mamoru. I wont do this, not again." She didn't know if he heard her words for his steps never faltered and suddenly she was in his arms, crushed against him. She felt her breasts pressed tightly against his muscled chest and felt a blush creep over her skin. Lord she had been naked in front of him only moments ago but it had seemed different, like she was somehow detached. This was different, this was real and she knew she had to stop him before her traitorous body decided it didn't care about any damn past lives or broken hearts.
"I don't want this." She whispered desperately as his mouth hovered above hers, his hot breath feathering her face softly with every ragged breath.
"The hell you don't!"Her eyes flew to his just as his mouth took hers in a savage kiss. He was relentless in his assault. He wanted her to know she was his and that he would let nothing separate them this time. It scared her that she knew his intent almost as much as the unsaid words that hovered between them. She pushed desperately against his chest, needing distance before the past swallowed them and she was lost for all time to a long dead princess and her denied passions. It was a sobering thought and as she wrenched away from Mamoru, her breath quick and harsh, she felt fear creep into her body.
"I won't Mamoru," she said frantically, shaking her head and moving to avoid the hands that reached for her.
"I won't be her. I'm NOT her. She's dead. She has been for a thousand years." She was moving away from him now, her eyes skittering around, looking for an escape. Whether from Mamoru or the princess she was, she was never really sure.
"Yes you ARE! She was you a thousand years ago. You're the same person Usagi!" Usagi could only shake her head wildly in denial.
"No, I won't be her! I'm Usagi not Serenity! You hear me? Usagi!" She bolted then, trying to dodge around his massive bulk and reach the ornate wooden door and freedom. Her fingers had barely scraped the wood when his arm snaked out and wrapped around her waist, hauling her against his chest. He easily retrained her chaotic struggles but he could do nothing about the tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks.
"I can't do it Mamoru. You want HER, not me. I'm not Serenity, I'm not your princess and I won't ever be. I don't want to be. Can't you just let me go? Can't we just both move on?" She lay limp against him now, exhausted and drained. Everything was happening so fast and her emotions were swirling around her in a mess that even she didn't understand.
Sighing Mamoru stared down at the golden head tucked tightly against his chest. It seemed like one thing after another was falling apart. He had finally found his princess after a thousand years, a thousand years for crying out loud, and she wanted nothing to do with what they had. In a way he understood her. She was terrified of losing her identity, to a person that lived millennia's ago. He supposed he might have felt that way but he felt like Darien, they were the same. It was odd to view memories that he'd only recently discovered but they felt like HIS memories, not those of some long dead prince. That was where he and Usagi differed. While he wanted nothing more than to pick up where they left off she was just trying to keep herself from running screaming in the opposite direction. Maybe a compromise was in order.
"Ok Usagi." She jerked back in surprise at that, her tear bright eyes staring back at him in confusion.
"Why don't we just slow down?" A hand snaked out then to wipe away a tear streaming down her face.
"Slow down?" A sniffle accompanied the question and Mamoru could only smile and hug her close.
"Yeah slow down. We don't have to base our relationship on Endymion and Serenity." His words seemed to soothe her as he felt her relax against him.
"We don't?"
"No." She pulled back then and stared at him, her gaze running over his face as if memorizing his features. She had done that before, at their last fateful encounter and his chest squeezed tight at the thought of losing her again.
"You only want me because I was her." The accusation was spoken with a little less conviction this time. Mamoru cupped his face in his hands and stared into her eyes, his face serious.
"I wanted you long before I knew who you were a thousand years ago and I want you now just as much. It's taking every last ounce of will power not to carry you back over to that bed and see how loud I can make you moan." His eyes had gone nearly black and his voice husky as he spoke. Heat seemed to radiate off him like nothing she had ever felt. She knew it was true. He wanted her but she wasn't ready, didn't know if she would ever be ready.
"I hated you, you know."
"I know baby, I know." He hugged her hard then, but quickly pushed her away from him. She stared at him, hurt and bewildered but he only grinned.
"If you want to keep that delectable little body out from under me you had better put something on." It wasn't until that moment that Usagi realized she was naked.
"You ass! You couldn't have reminded me before this?"
"And miss the chance to look at you naked? No I don't think so." He only laughed and then promptly ducked when a pillow came flying towards his head.
* * *
"You were vague as usually Mariner." The feminine voice echoed harshly off the marble walls of the grand room. Though it was large it was by no means opulent. The space seemed almost barren with nothing occupying it but the lengthy shadows cast by the light cast so waveringly by a single lamp perched atop a simple wooden table.
"Am I ever anything but?" The amusement in his voice caused her lips to curve into a half smile.
"No, not really. Come I have something to show you." She waved him forward towards the small pool of light that the small lamp cast around her.
Mariner glanced down and was unsurprised to find an image of the prince and princess facing each other, tension nearly palpable in the air between them, cast on opposite wall from him like some old home movie.
"They think to stay separate?" He asked incredulously as he watched the scene play out.
"They cannot be serious."
"They don't know, well Serenity doesn't know. I have my suspicions about the prince. He feels the bond if nothing else." Mariner's gaze snapped to Pluto at that.
"Will it be enough?"
"It will have to be. You know as well as I that they don't really have a choice." Her voice was solemn but Mariner caught the subtle hint of amusement.
"Am I to take it that you find this amusing?"
"A little." A small smile curved her exquisite lips as she stared at the wavering image of the couple. They were now locked in an embrace and his prince tried to soothe a very irate Serenity.
"Their bond is reasserting itself. No matter that Serenity might find this disturbing, their souls recognize each other, they know they belong together and that will soon start manifesting itself physically."
"Ahh so that's why you're smiling. You're going to have a laugh at them trying to keep their hands off each other."
"Yeah pretty much." Pluto said with a laugh. It was rare that she was allowed humor in her life. So often her time was spent in life or death situations were every word, every action had immediate consequences for the time line. It weighed on a person. But this, this was fun and the world wouldn't implode if any tiny detail was overlooked.
"Umm Pluto." At Mariner's strained voice Pluto's gaze swung to his face. His _expression was troubled as he stared at the couple destiny seemed determined to bring together.
"Mariner?" She felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach when he didn't immediately answer.
"You do remember the consequences of this bond, don't you? More of Endymion's traits are going to resurface and he's going to be more than a little possessive of the woman he's waited a thousand years for." Pluto's face went pale at his words. She, the keeper of time, the one person in the universe who was never surprised had just bent dealt the shock of her life. She had no clue how this explosive situation would play out. There was only one thing to say...
"Shit."
* * *
She was so close.
Mamoru was sitting at his large mahogany desk that stood as the focus of his big but cozy study. He was trying to put the finishing touches on the plans for a small shipping company he had an interest in to go public. The plan to take the company public involved mountains of paper work and hundred of man-hours to meet the December third deadline. He only had two weeks to finish. Yes he should definitely be working but he wasn't. All he could think about was the petite blonde sitting on the other side of his desk, her prim dress suit with its sensible length skirt. The only problem was that that sensible skirt had now ridden up her slender legs to her milky thigh. Her crossed legs only worsened the problem until Mamoru could do nothing more than stare at the expanse of ivory skin.
He had put her in charge of setting up the party to celebrate his company going public. She was the best in the business and it gave her something to do, but more importantly it gave him an excuse to be with her for hours. Alone. And they had been spending time together tonight was no different. He was supposedly looking over figures to finalize the deal and Usagi was finishing the arrangements for the party. For only having a week she had done remarkably well.
Though they had both waited for more flashes of their past life to appear but so far nothing, it was grueling waiting game that was stretching his nerves to the breaking point. It had been nearly a week since that incident in her bedroom. As he promised he'd stayed away from her, though every cell in his body screamed at him what an idiot he was. God, he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He woke up each night in agony from some erotic dream with her as the star, his body hard as a stone and aching for her. It was painful and yet erotic to have her so close and know he couldn't have her. It might all have been bearable if she had been indifferent to him, had simply tolerated his presence, but she wasn't. He could see the desire flair in her eyes every time they happened to lock gazes, could see the way her body almost mindless sought his out. It was driving him insane. All he knew was that he hoped to hell she came to him soon, because he didn't know how much longer his restraint would last.
Damn it he was just so close! How was she supposed to resist him when he was so near? She could smell his spicy cologne as it mixed with the smoky scents of the fire burning quietly in his cozy fireplace. That was really the only way to describe the room. Cozy. It was damn near perfect and it made her want to scream. Oh yes it was perfect just like everything else that was his.
His house was exactly what she would have wanted had she had the fortune to build it. The Oriental rug, the masterful art, just the feel of the place was enough to make her sigh with contentment. It was like showing someone their dream but then yanking it away saying, 'tisk tisk, this isn't yours'
But beyond even the house and the multitude of rooms so carefully decorated the man himself was what troubled Usagi the most. Mamoru had treated her like a guest. He was always polite and courteous, but there was something more to him. That hungry look that was always in his eyes when he looked at her and his touch that was always so suggestively sensual. It was like watching a tiger lying in wait, patiently stalking its prey. It was unnerving and yet Usagi couldn't stop her blood from racing every time he looked at her, couldn't stop her the shivers of pleasure that coursed through her every time he touched her. It was maddening, their attraction to each other. And instead of lessening as she had hoped it would, it was only becoming stronger. She didn't know how much longer her restraint was going to last.
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What the hell was she doing? She was standing at the end of his bed, in the middle of the night! His room was exquisite, she should have guessed. Everything was in its proper place in the massive chamber as their shadows danced in the wavering moonlight. Usagi shivered slightly at the chill that had crept into the room in the utter stillness of the night. Nothing moved in the house except the quiet ticking an antique clock sitting prominently on the mantel.
Well what was she supposed to do now? Her hands felt ice cold where they hung lifelessly against her silk nightgown. She had been lying in bed, trying in vain to fall asleep, when the urge to see Mamoru had swamped her. She had ignored it at first but it had continued to build and build until she had been moving down the hall towards his room before even she realized what she was doing. Now there she stood, staring intently at the one man who had turned her life upside down and yet all she could think about was the overwhelming need to touch him. He was lying on his stomach, the muscles of his back rippling softly with every breath he took. Usagi wanted to run her hand down his spine, listen to the rasp of her skin against his.
"Usagi?" His voice was husky from sleep and it sent a shiver down her spine. Her eyes slowly met his, guilt and desire warring equally within her. Mamoru slowly sat up when she remained silent.
"Usagi what are you doing here?"
He could barely make out her form in the darkness of the room but he never considered turning on a light. Something was going on and it was something that was suited for the black shadows of night. She never said a word as she slowly walked towards him, just moved with that fluid grace that was wholly hers. It was more seductive than anything Mamoru had ever known and he felt his heart begin to slam painfully in his chest with every step she took. Walking along the side of his bed she passed through moonlight pooling through the large windows. She looked like a moon goddess in the little slip of silk that seemed to cling to every curve, every hollow of her body.
When she stood next to him, her body tantalizingly close his hands fisted his satin sheets to quell the urge to grab her and pull her flush against his heated body.
"Usagi if you start this there is no going back. I won't be able to let you go this time."
His voice came out a near growl as his body hardened with amazing speed as she continued to stare at him, her eyes raking across his face and naked torso.
Suddenly she locked his gaze, her eyes at once clear.
"I don't want you to let me go." At her words Mamoru let out a groan of defeat and snaked an arm around her slender waist, pulling her down on top of him.
"This is it Usagi," his lips barely brushed hers, his breath brushing across her skin.
"You're mine sweetheart." His mouth crushed hers in a savage kiss that was passionate and possessive and tender all at once. He nibbled her bottom lip to get her open for him and as she tentatively opened for him he invaded. Their kisses turned carnal as Mamoru absorbed the heady knowledge that she was there with him, that it was her breathy moans filling the room, and her silken hair that was flowing around them.
Suddenly he was desperate to see all of her, feel all of her against him. With an ease that surprised even him he flipped them over, pinning Usagi beneath him. Leaning back he stared down at his goddess. Her golden hair spilled across the midnight black sheets, her lips were rosy and swollen from his kisses, but it was her eyes, misty and glazed with passion that held his attention. Desire burned hot in her and Mamoru felt a sense of triumph that he made her feel it.
Usagi didn't know why Mamoru pulled away but she damn well didn't like it. She reached to pull him back down for another kiss but his hand snaked out to capture hers. Slowly he raised them over her head, stretching her out beneath his hungry gaze. Holding her stare he reached between their bodies and gripped her flimsy negligee and rented it to shreds with one fierce pull. Usagi's gasp was lost beneath Mamoru's ravenous mouth as he groaned at the feel of her, all of her, against him.
It was hot and out of control and primitive and Usagi reveled in it. There was something so right about this, about them. She felt him calm when he realized she was returning his advances fire for fire. A little of the urgency seemed to seep out of him but only a little as his hands released hers to slid across her body. Usagi arched up into his touch, the exquisite pleasure of his caress almost more than her senses could handle.
"It's been too long."
His voice was muffled as his lips moved across her skin.
"I can't wait much longer." He captured her breast in his mouth as the last word escaped. Usagi mindlessly wrapped her legs around him, her hands fisted in his silky hair to hold him to her.
"Mamoru.... I want you." At her hoarsely whispered declaration Mamoru froze. Slowly, eyes, nearly black with arousal met Usagi's smoky blue ones. The look he gave her was so intense, so stark and predatory that a shudder of uncertainty ran through her. And then he was kissing her again, plundering her sweet mouth with so much passion that the breath left her in a gasp of shock and thinking became impossibility.
Mamoru only took advantage to invade her mouth. By god to hear her speak those softly sensual words so innocently had almost been more than his already tenuous control could handle. He had wanted her from the moment he'd first seen her in both lifetimes and had been denied again and again, but not this time. No, now she was here with him, where she would stay. Wrapping her hair around his fist Mamoru pulled her head back, her delicate neck exposed and her startled eyes staring into his.
"You're mine Usagi." And with that he shifted slightly, her slender legs still wrapped tightly around him, and plunged deep. Their harsh cries mingled together as they both surrendered to each other.
Mamoru moved slowly, trying to give her body time to adjust to him but the feel of her around him, of hands gripping his shoulders as she urged him on was too much. With a groan of defeat his head dropped against her shoulder and he sank into her. Her moan of pleasure rasped against his ear and he could only moved faster, push deeper. He wanted her like this always. Wild for him, crying out his name from the pleasure he gave her.
And as the pleasure consumed him his final thought was that finally she was his and nothing was taking her away from him this time, nothing.