An Eternity of Pleasure

Title: An Eternity of Pleasure (sequel to ‘A Moment of Passion’ found at Fanfiction.net)
Author: JadeHeart
Fandom: Sailor Moon: Sailor Stars (anime)
Pairing: Seiya/Usagi
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Warnings: sexual situations (16 year olds)

Summary: Usagi and Seiya make a commitment to each other and choose to take those first steps together.

Author’s Note: This is the sequel, or continuation if you like, from ‘A Moment of Passion’, based on a moment when Seiya confesses to Usagi on the school rooftop in the rain towards the end of the series.

I had intend to try and write a sexual fic when I started ‘A Moment of Passion’ but I just couldn’t seem to do it so it only had a touch of sexual overtone and then became a little fuzzy. So I kept trying – which is how this sequel was spawned. Personally, I found it quite difficult to write the sex in this chapter as the characters are only supposed to be around 16 years old; and I know this is considered well and truly old enough in most places for sexual activity, but I’m rather old fashioned in my views of sex as a teen.

So it was a challenge to see if I could - (a) actually write sex between the characters at this age, and (b) write it so it wasn’t too ‘adult’ or just pure smut.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this, they belong to the creators of ‘Sailor Moon’, nor am I making any profits from it.

-oOo-


Usagi blew lightly on the hot tea, cooling it a little before taking a sip, feeling the steam brush against her face, warming it.

She drank carefully, unable to not notice Seiya doing the same from the corner of her eye. No matter how hard she tried to not look at him she found that her eyes were constantly drawn back to him. Just having him sitting so close was making her heart beat fast and her body constantly felt hot, hotter than her legs tucked under the kotatsu.

“That’s good!” Seiya suddenly said, making her jump a little in surprise.

“Oh?” was all she managed to say.

He looked at her, head tilted to one side as he leant back against the side of her bed, grinning. “Are you zoning out again? Man, are you spacey at times!”

“I’m not!” she argued back automatically.

The grin never left his face as he reached out and ruffled her hair. “Yes, you are! You are just so weird!”

She swatted his hand away and tossed her head, sticking her nose in the air. “Look who’s talking?” she said loftily. “Who’s the one wearing a girl’s bathrobe, so who’s the strangest?!”

“Er…” Seiya flushed as he looked down at himself then his shoulders slumped. “Okay, I give in. You’re right, I’m the weird one.” He scrubbed both hands through his hair. “Oh, man, I hope I don’t talk in my sleep and Taiki and Yaten hear about this!”

“Do you talk in your sleep?” Usagi asked curiously.

Seiya grinned at her and shrugged. “I don’t know.” He suddenly leant forward so their faces were almost touching. “Do you want to find out?” he said in a low seductive voice.

A shiver ran down Usagi’s spine as his voice seemed to caress her. “No, no, no!” she said frantically, trying to scrabble back but the bed behind prevented her from going very far.

Seiya sat back again, waving his hand to calm her. “Hey, I was just kidding! Don’t freak out.”

“Oh,” Usagi’s heart calmed a little but she couldn’t understand why she also felt a little….disappointed. “Oh, of course.”

Seiya picked up his cup and drank again before setting it back on the table and stretching his arms upwards towards the ceiling. “Ahhhh!” he said with obvious relish.

Usagi couldn’t help but notice the way his robe fell open further, once again fully exposing the smooth torso. Her eyes traced the contours of his body, the outline of the muscles, noting the darker colouring of his nipples in contrast to the rest of his pale skin. She flushed again, feeling the heat begin deep inside her once more, dropping her head to hide her embarrassment.

“I think you must be coming down with something already,” Seiya suddenly said and she felt his hand touch her chin and turn her face towards him. She gazed at him with wide eyes as he looked at her with concern, raising his other hand to slide it under her bangs and hold it against her forehead. He frowned a little. “You do feel hot. Do you have some medicine you can take? I don’t want you to get sick. Where is it? I’ll get it for you.”

“No, I’m fine,” Usagi began.

“You’re not,” Seiya said, still frowning at her and not releasing her face. “I can feel how hot you are.”

“That’s because you’re….” Usagi clapped her hand over her mouth, her face flushing further.

Seiya looked at her in surprise and some confusion. “I’m what?” he asked. He tilted her chin up higher trying to get her to look at him, but she shook her head, refusing to open her eyes which were squeezed shut tightly.

Seiya gazed down at Usagi, becoming intensely aware of the touch of her warm skin under his hands, the brush of her hair against his skin. Her lips were slightly parted, lips that were a soft shade of pink and glistening slightly from the moisture of the tea she had been drinking.

He felt a wave of desire flood through him and he tried to reign it back in. He hadn’t come here for this. He had wanted to just see that she was safe. He couldn’t have left her like that, crying and heart-broken. There was no way he could have walked away from her then, not for anything or anyone.

The fires kept banking within him. No, he had to control himself.

But…. his eyes wouldn’t leave her lips and he ran his tongue over his own dry ones. His breathing had sped up and his heart was racing, making the blood pound in his head. He tried to pull away but he couldn’t seem to make his body do what he wanted. It wanted to remain here, close to her - and it wanted even more.

Just a small taste, he compromised with it. Just a small, soft moment so it wouldn’t frighten her, nothing more. Then he would let her go.

He leant closer, his eyes closing just before contact with Usagi’s upraised lips. He applied only the slightest pressure, just enough to ensure there was full contact, feeling her lips soft and malleable against his, warm and moist. He stayed like that, wishing the moment could last forever, wishing it could be his forever. But it wasn’t and wouldn’t be. She had another who she loved. She couldn’t be his.

Reluctantly he drew back, his lips seeming to quest back toward her, loathe to leave that warmth but he was firm this time, withdrawing from her personal space. He gazed down at her still upturned face, eyes still closed and then slowly those beautiful eyes opened to look up at him. He held his breath praying that he wouldn’t see fear, disgust, or worse, contempt for his weakness. There weren’t any of those emotions, although there was a flicker of something but he couldn’t read what was there.

With a last gentle touch to her cheek he released her face fully and leant back, giving her space.

“Sorry,” he said self-consciously. He glanced away, feeling very embarrassed now, and a little disgusted with himself for his weak will. “I know I shouldn’t have done that. Don’t worry, I won’t try it again, I promise.”

He dropped his head into his hands, hiding his face, afraid now of facing her. “I’m honestly not trying to take advantage of the situation. I meant what I said before. I know you have another and I do understand, and I’m not trying to make things difficult for you!”

He suddenly slammed one fist down on the table making the cups rattle. “Damn it! I’ve ruined everything now! Look, I’ll go. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me some day.”

He half turned to draw his long legs out from under the table so he could stand when he felt a light touch on the hand still clenched on the table top.

He glanced down in surprise to see Usagi’s small hand lying over the top of his fist, fingers cupping his. He looked quickly across to her at his side to see her looking down at their conjoined grip.

“I…” she said in a small voice, not looking up at him but he could feel her hand trembling. “I know you aren’t….a bad person,” she said. “I….There’s nothing for me to forgive.”

He held his breath as she reached out and wrapped her other hand around also, holding his hand with both of hers now.

She still didn’t raise her head but he could see the flush on her cheeks and her voice wavered as she continued speaking. “I….don’t want you…to go.” she said almost too softly for him to hear.

His heart seemed to stop in his chest but he was afraid to do or say anything. He didn’t fully understand what she was trying to say to him but the simple fact that she had asked him to stay with her made his soul take flight like a bird escaping from a cage. He felt almost giddy with joy, and relief.

He remained still, not making any further move to stand and leave but uncertain what he should do next. Usagi’s hands remained clasped around his and so slowly he released his clenched fist, turning his hand over so he could twine his fingers with hers, holding them. He could still feel her trembling, the hand in his quivering and he only continued to hold it gently. He placed his other hand over the top of hers lightly, not trying to restrain her in any way, ensuring that she could remove her hands at any time if she so chose.

“Thank you,” he said softly, trying to lean down so he could see her face.

Slowly she raised her eyes to meet his.

“Thank you.” he said again with a small smile.

She gave a tremulous smile in return and he could see that her eyes were bright, as though with unshed tears. His heart lurched with a feeling akin to pain. He hated seeing her upset, and he hated himself when he was the one who caused it.

“I want you to know you will always be safe with me,” he said, still keeping his voice soft. “I promise I won’t do anything to ever hurt you. I promise you can trust me.”

“I…know.” she whispered.

The tableau held for a moment longer and Seiya felt his resolve begin to waver again. Firmly he released her hands and sat back once more. He would not lose control as he had before. He would not jeopardize everything just because of his wants. Usagi deserved so much better.

“Well, that made me thirsty!” he said brightly, changing the mood completely and reached for the teapot to refill their cups. He knew it was probably almost cold but at least the tension seemed to relax in the room a little.

He glanced across to see Usagi give a small smile which made him sigh with relief mentally. He smiled more fully as he offered the cup. “Drink up,” he instructed. “The tea will help stop you from getting a cold.”

“Thank you,” she said taking it and drinking immediately.

Thanks goodness, he thought as he tipped his head back and drank from his own luke-warm cup. It seemed like things were still okay between them.

He heard a clink and looked up to see Usagi setting her cup down carefully on the table before placing her hands on her knees. “Seiya,” she said quietly. “About what you said….”

“Ah, don’t worry about that!” he interrupted quickly, setting his cup down hurriedly. “Look, just forget about it, okay? We can pretend it never happened!”

“Do…you want to….forget it?”

Her quiet question halted him in his tracks. Huh? He looked at her dropped head, face hidden behind a curtain of blonde hair. Was she…..?

He slowly reached out and touched her head, gently running his fingers through the silken strands. “You have beautiful hair,” he said.

She lifted her head then to look at him and he smiled at her.

“It’s like the golden rays of the sun,” He lifted the strands and let them slide through his hand, falling to lie over her shoulder. Before the last could slide from his grip he lifted it to his lips, closing his eyes as he bestowed a kiss upon it before looking up at Usagi. He could see the blush touch her cheeks as she clasped her hands together.

He continued to hold onto those last few strands of hair as he spoke. “I truly meant what I said,” he answered her honestly. “But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. So if it will make it easier for you, then I’m willing to forget it.”

“I….,” Usagi paused then slowly her hands reached up and wrapped around his still holding her hair. “I…don’t want to forget.” she said, finally looking at him fully although her cheeks were still flushed.

His heart began to beat faster again and he took a deep shuddering breath at the touch of her hands around his.

“Can I….kiss you again?” he asked breathlessly, wondering what her answer would be.

“Yes,” she answered quietly, lifting her chin and closing her eyes.

He gazed down at her, at the way she was offering herself to him and he was for once at a loss of what he should do. He still had doubts; doubts about her feelings for him, guilt for trying to take her away from another man, doubts of what he truly wanted and if it was right. But he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Slowly he lifted his other hand and slid it along her cheek, cupping her face and lowered his head to place a kiss upon those proffered lips once more.

This time he held the kiss, not withdrawing as he had before. He felt Usagi’s lips part slightly beneath his, felt her warm breath against his lips and he lightly touched her lips with the tip of his tongue. He felt her start a little under his hand but she didn’t pull away so he continued. He let his tongue slide fully over her lips, first the top, then the bottom, tracing their outline.

He felt her shiver at this contact and he turned his body more fully towards her so their knees now touched. He now let his tongue flick forward to lightly touch her teeth, felt them part under the pressure of his lips and as they did he slid his tongue further into her mouth, a quick darting touch before withdrawing again. He returned to just kissing her, breathing in her scent and then let his tongue dart forward again, lightly running over her teeth, a fleeting touch across her lips before withdrawing a second time. He heard the soft moan she gave at this contact and he felt his excitement increase further.

Slowly he pulled his legs under him so he too was kneeling as she was. Knee to knee they knelt before each other. Slowly he lifted her so she was no longer sitting back on her heels, doing the same himself. He released his hold on her hair and let that arm steal around her waist, pulling her in tightly against his body. His greater height forced her head back further, exposing the long thin column of her neck and he let his fingers slip down from her face to trail down that length.

She moaned again at this touch and he slowly broke the kiss, dropping soft kisses to her closed eyelids, on each cheek, on the tip of her nose, another soft brush to those wonderful lips, then he lowered his head so he could place a gentle kiss on the soft underside of her jaw, feeling the pulse point beating fast under his lips.

Her hands were now resting on his shoulders, fingers clasping him. As he kissed her neck, letting his tongue trail over the soft skin, he felt her fingers tangle in his hair. He almost froze with this contact, the sensations running through his body almost overloading his mind.

He clamped down on what he was feeling but it was becoming harder and harder. Never had he felt like this, never had he walked such a fine line between control and rampant desire. As he touched Usagi, as he kissed her, all he could keep thinking was that he wanted more of her. He wanted to feel everything about her, he wanted to be engulfed by her, have her belong to him completely and for her to have all of him. And those thoughts just continued to fan the flames of desire and need within him.

He dropped his head lower so it rested between her breasts and he closed his eyes as he held her like that, holding her tightly, hearing her heart beat. Her arms wrapped tightly about him, pulling him closer and he felt the warmth of her breath as she dropped a kiss to the top of his head. He tightened his grip on her at that touch, trying to calm his own racing thoughts and emotions. He realized he had to stop this. If he didn’t now he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold on to his sanity.

Reluctantly he pulled away from her, sitting back on his heels but keeping his hands on her shoulders, loath to relinquish contact with her completely. He gave her a shaky smile, swallowing hard.

“I think…” he said a little hoarsely, “that I had better go.”

He began to release her when she cried out, “But why?!” and reached up to grip his wrists.

He took a deep breath and tried to still his racing heart. “Because….I don’t think you understand what might happen if I stay.” He tried to keep smiling at her, not wanting to scare her but having to try and be completely honest with her. “I….don’t want to do anything to hurt you ever again. So I had better go now.”

“But I want you to stay!” Usagi refused to release her grip as he tried to pull away.

“I…can’t!” he said forcefully, jerking back, breaking her hold and falling sideways against the side of the bed. He dropped his head into one hand, hiding his face, ashamed of what he was feeling. “If I stay I’ll do something we’ll both regret!”

“I don’t care!” Usagi cried and suddenly threw herself against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him. “I don’t care what you do! I want you to stay with me! Please, don’t leave me alone!”

Seiya’s arms rose as though to close around her but instead he clenched his hands into fists and held them away, forcing them back down by his side. His heart was beating furiously, pounding so hard in his chest it hurt. He tried to push away the sensations he was feeling; the silken touch of Usagi’s hair as it lay across his bare chest, almost tickling his nipples, her warm breath caressing his skin, the feel of her body pressed against his, lying between his legs, pressure against his groin making him extremely uncomfortable as the internal pressure grew.

He kept a firmer grip on his emotions, raising his eyes to look at the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut as he spoke. “Usagi, you don’t know what you are asking of me,” he said hoarsely.

“I do, I do!” Usagi wailed against his chest, shaking her head so her hair swished over his flesh raising goose-bumps and making him shiver unconsciously with pleasure.

“Please,” he begged her, the nails of his fingers digging into his palms as he clenched his hands tighter. “Please let me go. I….can’t keep holding back.”

“I don’t want you to hold back!” Usagi said, raising her head to look at him, eyes bright.

He looked down at her, finding her even more beautiful with her hair down and now tangled around both her and him. Another flash of fire raced into his groin and he gritted his teeth together.

“Do you really understand what I’m talking about?” he asked quietly, knowing he was going to have to be very blunt now. He knew that Usagi seemed very innocent in many ways so he was certain that she really didn’t understand what he had been trying to tell her up till now. “Do you understand what I want to do with you?”

She flushed under his gaze and tried to drop her eyes.

“No,” he said, raising a hand and lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I need to know you really understand what I’m saying to you, what I mean.”

She didn’t reply but also didn’t try to hide from him further.

“Do you understand what you are doing to me?” he continued quietly. “I’m a man, Usagi, despite what else I am. I have….needs and desires just like any other person.”

He reached out with his other hand and brushed some hair back from her face. “I love you. With all my heart. I think I’ve loved you from the very first moment I saw you.” He smiled down at her at that fond memory. “And because I love you I want to be with you. In all ways. I want to be able to be with you, in spirit, in mind, and ….in body.”

He saw her eyes widen a little and nodded. “Yes, that is what I am saying. Being here with you like this is hard for me. I want you, Usagi. I want to feel every part of you. I want to love and worship your entire being.” He released his grip on her chin and let his arms fall away again but he continued to meet her gaze. “That is why I can’t stay. If I do I will want so much more from you which you can’t give.”

He turned his head and made to move again when he felt her arms tighten around his waist once more. He looked down at her dropped head once more.

“Do….you really want ….all that?” she asked in a small voice.

“I’m sorry,” he said with complete sincerity. “I…know it seems callous and probably very unromantic and you probably think I’m not a very nice guy now, but I’m just trying to be honest. If it was any other time, if this was any other circumstance where things hadn’t got…out of hand or we weren’t dressed like this….I don’t know.”

He felt tears prick at the back of his eyes as she still didn’t raise her head. “I’m so sorry for being like this. That’s why it’s better if I go now. Before I make things worse than they already are.”

“Don’t,” he heard her say softly.

“Usagi,” he warned again, not wanting to have to try and explain more to her.

He suddenly started as he felt a kiss pressed against his chest. “Usagi!” he gasped, feeling the racing fires flare up and pool immediately in his groin.

“Don’t go,” she whispered again and this time he felt the tip of a tongue ghost over his nipple and he couldn’t prevent the deep groan that escaped him. That small tongue paused for a moment and then continued, touching him gently, almost teasingly, slowly circling around the nub, coaxing it to hardness, flicking over the tip and driving all thoughts from his mind except pleasure.

Those light touches were beginning to drive him wild, making his body jerk at each soft contact, his voice belying his feelings. When Usagi closed her lips around his aroused nipple and suckled he couldn’t prevent himself from arching upwards, head slipping back as he cried out in ecstasy, hands clenched on the floor by his side.

He felt her release him and he sagged back in almost relief. When he opened his eyes he found her staring up at him, eyes filled with wonder, surprise, and a little uncertainty.

“Was that…good?” she asked hesitantly.

He gave her a shaky smile, unable to conjure up any of his usual bravado. “Very,” was the best he could manage at that moment. He reached out and stroked her head. “Thank you.”

He dropped a light kiss to the top of her head and tried to sit more upright. Instead of moving away as he had thought she would Usagi moved in closer, settling directly between his legs, arms sliding up to rest on his chest. She gazed up at him with serious eyes and he couldn’t help but get lost in them for a moment.

One of her small delicate hands slid over his skin to his opposite nipple and lightly touched it. He gasped at the contact, unable to suppress it as he had become quite sensitive.

“Is this what I should do?” Usagi asked.

He reached up and clasped her hand, halting her movements. “You don’t have to ‘do’ anything.”’ he said with a soft smile. “I don’t expect you to.”

“I know,” she said, then glanced down and blushed before turning her head aside quickly. “But you…look….like you….” She didn’t complete the sentence, only blushed harder and Seiya now looked down also.

What he saw made his face grow red also. The robe he’d been wearing had completely parted at some stage, the tie having come undone and so now it lay pushed back on either side of his body. This revealed the short towel that till then had been firmly tucked around his waist but now had also slipped apart. It hadn’t opened to expose him completely but it certainly left nothing to the imagination and the way that it now clung to his body clearly showed the state of arousal that he was in.

“Oh,” was all he could say, turning his head to one side and feeling the heat on his face. With Usagi in his arms he was unable to try and cover himself and it was obvious that she had already seen it so it seemed a little late to do so now.

“Well,” He cleared his throat, trying to salvage some dignity. “That happens, you know. With guys, I mean.” He cleared his throat again. “So don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”

“But don’t you want to…” Usagi coughed slightly and flushed harder. “Do something about it?”

“Well, you know, I can do that later,” he said hurriedly, feeling highly embarrassed to be discussing such an act with Usagi.

“But…I could help you,” she said in a small voice. “If you show me how.”

Seiya felt like his heart had just stopped again as he was immediately assaulted by the vision of what she was suggesting. Usagi was always surprising him. That was certainly the very last thing he had ever thought he would hear from her.

“No, no, that’s fine,” he said quickly. He didn’t want her to try and force herself to do something that she didn’t want to.

Now she did look up at him, leaning against him so their faces were on the same level. “But I want to! I want to do something for you!” she said, and pressed her lips against his in a fierce kiss.

Seiya didn’t move for a moment but then his arms came up to draw her in closer, holding her tightly. One of her knees pressed against his erection and he moaned softly into her mouth at the contact. She moved a little, causing her knee to touch him again and once more he couldn’t hold back the moan. She did this a third time and now he was certain that she was doing it deliberately. She had noticed his response and was now continuing to pleasure him. He couldn’t stop the small smile that curved his lips as he kissed her deeply in return. Well, he was determined to try and give just as much pleasure back.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist and lifted her, slipping one leg between hers and then lowering her so she now straddled his leg. This time as she pressed her knee against his groin he lifted his leg to rub between hers. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp and cry and the feel of her fingers digging into his chest as she bucked against him.

He tangled one hand in her hair at the back of her head to hold her in the kiss and repeated the gesture, feeling her squirm delightfully against him. Her response only served to excite him further. It was so honest and open.

He broke the kiss to trail others down her neck as she arched back as he lifted his leg again, touching her. As she did this, her knee slid further forward pressing without relief against his hard erection and the deep groan wrenched from him was unavoidable as his lips grazed over her skin, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh as he held her, trying to control his response.

The stimulus was becoming too much and he was forced to drop one hand lower to curl around her leg and lift it away, breathing a sigh of relief as the pressure eased and he could think a little clearer.

He returned to her lips, just holding still now and letting only their lips communicate the growing passion. One of her hands made slow circular motions over his chest, lightly bumping over his hard nipple, sending little jolts of pleasure through his body at every contact. Her other hand slid upwards to cup the side of his face, her thumb stroking his cheek, moving further to curl over his ear and into his hair, holding his head in place as she let him continue to kiss her deeply.

He could feel himself begin to shiver, which wasn’t from cold. If anything, he felt far too hot, like a raging fever was ravishing him inside with no relief. Every second that passed made this feeling increase, made him hunger for more.

He gently wrapped his arms around her, checking simply by touch how her legs were position and carefully moved so he could lay her slowly down on the floor on her back beside the table, allowing his body to slide down at her side, always remaining in contact.

He could feel the heat emanating from under the kotatsu and washing over them both. Not that he needed that artificial warmth any longer. It felt like his entire body was on fire all ready and it seemed that when he touched Usagi’s skin that hers was also.

He returned his lips to Usagi’s, kissing her deeply, feeling her hands slide around his neck and pulling him down to her, feeling her lips part now automatically under his, her tongue flicking out to meet his as his chest rested against hers, shuddering at the feel of her covered breasts pressing upwards. He remained lying at her side, trying to ensure that he didn’t frighten her in any way and letting her know that if she wished to stop at any point she could do so.

He tried to lift one hand to touch her face when he was halted in that action. He tugged again but was foiled and was forced to break the kiss to look down at what was causing the problem. He found that the too small robe that he still wore had bundled beneath him, twisting and tangling with his arms, restricting his motion.

He heard Usagi giggle and looked down at her to see her eyes sparkling with humour. “You had better take that off,” she said. “Otherwise you are going to rip it.”

He sat up and struggled to draw it aside, cursing a little under his breath as he did so, as the soft material seemed to cling to itself, determined to not unravel easily. Usagi sat up to help him, sliding it from his broad shoulders, and it wasn’t till he had only one arm still trapped that he realized that his modesty towel was no longer present, leaving him completely naked before Usagi, bar for the necklace around his throat.

He flushed and dropped his hands, trying to cover the upright erection he sported.

Usagi tugged on the robe with a frown when he paused. “What are you doing?” she said with another tug. “Put this arm up.”

He blushed again and then reluctantly lifted the arm in question, still trying to cover himself with his remaining hand. As the last of the robe slithered away with a satisfied, “There!” from Usagi, he immediately brought his other hand down again, hunching his shoulders a little and drawing his knees up.

“What’s the matter?” Usagi asked, shuffling closer on hands and knees so she could look up at him.

He looked down at her and felt his eyes widen. For a moment his thoughts were no longer occupied by his own nakedness and embarrassment as he realized that he could see right down the front of Usagi’s robe and that she was clearly naked beneath it. He felt the stab of desire jolt hard through him as his breath caught, felt his erection twitch against his cupped hands and a drop of moisture smear over his palm.

“Is something wrong, Seiya?” Usagi was asking, concern audible in her voice.

“Ah…” He tried to get his thoughts back together and away from what was before him. “Ah…I’m….” He couldn’t continue. All higher brain functions seemed to have ceased for the moment as purely baser desires took over.

Usagi just continued to look at him and he could see the worry beginning to build in her eyes. Oh, heck, she was going to think that she’s done something wrong in a minute if he didn’t get his act together quickly!

He took a deep breath and tried to speak again. “I’m… just embarrassed,” he finally managed to say. “I’m completely naked here.”

Usagi looked down then and he saw her blush and swallow hard. “Oh,” she said in a small voice, her eyes fixed on his groin. A quick glance down revealed that he hadn’t done a particularly good job of hiding things for the tip of his erection was showing, pressed up against his stomach, a glistening drop of precum shining there.

“Oh, hell!” He hunched over some more as he tried to spread his hands wider to hide all evidence of his arousal. He knew his face must be red for he could feel the heat inside. This was just so damn embarrassing!

“Would….it help if I…..” Usagi began before pausing for a moment and then rushed on. “didn’t have clothes too?”

Seiya’s head snapped up as he looked at her incredulously. What had she just said?! He stared at her in stunned amazement, completing forgetting his current state. He could see that not only her face was flushed but it ran all the way down her neck and the touch of skin seen through the v-neck of her robe. He was suddenly filled with a desire to see if it covered the rest of her body as well.

He hadn’t answered her. He couldn’t answer her. He couldn’t seem to find his voice at all. Yes, he wanted to see her disrobe, he wanted to be able to touch her fully. But wasn’t it wrong of him to say it? He couldn’t tell her that is what he wanted!

He watched silently as she slowly raised her hands to the front of her robe and carefully began to undo each button, one after the other, all the time slowly moving lower with trembling hands.

He held his breath as the material gently folded away, still concealing most of her body apart from a single line of flesh down the centre. She finally reached the last button resting on her thighs and he saw her hands pause then, clenching in the material. He looked up as she lifted her head to meet his gaze and sat there before him as though waiting for him to make the next move.

He gazed at her beautiful face, those eyes that were so open and honest, reflecting every emotion she felt so clearly. A place in the back of his mind was telling him that he shouldn’t be doing this, that he should just walk away, but the rest of him ignored it. He wasn’t that strong.

Slowly he lifted his hands, ignoring the fact that this action left him unshielded. The time for embarrassment was gone now. The time for backing out was over. There was only forward now.

His fingers traced the length of her throat, dipping in the hollow at the base, slowly moving outwards to trace the wings of her collarbone. As his hands touched the edge of Usagi’s open robe he slowly slid the cloth outwards, letting the soft material slither across her smooth flesh, first revealing her smooth round shoulders before gradually slipping down her arms.

He gazed in rapt fascination as the material seemed to take on a life of its own and, like a stagehand drawing back a curtain, it tantalizingly revealed each portion of Usagi in slow motion. He could only stare as it continued to slip lower, slowly gracing over the curve of her breasts and pooling at her hips, revealing her to his hungry gaze.

Now he could see, only too clearly, the rosy tinge to her pale skin. Obviously when she blushed it did cover all her body. His hand slid lower, down to her breast, moving outwards to slip underneath so he could cup its fullness. He lightly brushed his thumb across her nipple, delighted as it hardened immediately under his touch as Usagi gasped and he could feel her body shudder. Her other arm rose to cross over her chest, her head turning with embarrassment.

He reached out and drew her to him, drawing her close until her head rested on his chest as he held her.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered into her hair, placing a soft kiss there, just holding her, lightly stroking her hair. “Everything about you is so beautiful.”

“Seiya,” she breathed, and he felt her arms tighten about him as she relaxed against him.

He let them remain like that, his eyes closed as he rested his cheek upon her head, just for the moment savouring the warmth of her body against his naked flesh, the feeling of her in his arms.