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Oblivious	By : Alyndrya Category: Sailor Moon > Het - Male/Female > Usagi/Mamoru Views: 13668 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Oblivious ***Soft Smut***

Author: Alyndrya (Princess Destiny)

Email: princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com

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Rating: NC 17+

Couple: Usagi And Mamoru

Summary: 'One Hour Challenge #107: Response Fanfic. A blast from a Youma has hit Sailor Moon and now she's invisible! She decides to torment her worst enemy, thinking he can't see her, but he can! She decides to follow him back to his apartment and the two discover a sexual desire between them. Now Mamoru has to help Usagi become visible, while trying to hide the fact that they are becoming intimate from her Senshi. They'd kill him!

Chapters: 2/?

Status: Unfinished

Year Completed: 2012

Size: 123 KB

Comments: Hi everyone! Here is part two, and it's really long. LOL. I just spent several hours writing it up. Wow, it's hot. Another reminder that this Fanfic is a lemon and not for kids. Things really heat up for Usagi and Mamoru in this Chapter. I hope that you like! This is far more graphic than I've ever gone in a Fanfic. I will do the full lemon scene this time! I will be writing the final Chapter of this before going back to 'A Kiss In The Dark', but I may not get this final Chapter out till next weekend.

Reviews would be wonderful! It means so much to an Author to hear how you liked their Fanfic, and what parts of the Chapter drew your attention. :) Also, if you spot discrepancies, or think that we can improve somewhere, that feedback is very welcome also.

OBLIVIOUS

By Alyndrya

[ princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com ]

Chapter Two

The upperclassman paused when he had striped off his shirt and was standing there in only his slacks. He went over to the bath and turned on the water, adjusting the knobs and feeling the water to make sure that it was the right temperature. He could feel the blonde's eyes roving over his form and suppressed a shiver.

This was far more daring than diving into battle as Tuxedo Kamen! At least with the Youma, he knew what he was facing. He could dive into battle, save Sailor Moon and help destroy the alien monster from another dimension. Tsukino Usagi's reaction to him getting bare-assed naked, when she wasn't aware that he could see her, was another thing entirely. Would she be lustful, or angry, or upset...or worse, disgusted?

And why did he care?

It had been an stupid impulse, created by pure mischief to go and have a bath when she could see. Mamoru had known that she would follow him, even if it was only curiosity. And he wanted to see her all flustered, mouth gaping. After all his gawking at her bosom all afternoon, she owed him that much! The blonde girl was still there in the doorway; he could feel her acutely. And he wondered if she would find his body attractive. It was a guy's worst nightmare to be laughed at by a girl he liked-

The dark-haired man paused, brows drawing together. He didn't like her, right? But he had the hots for her, and that was pretty damn obvious. Come to think of it, Usagi would find out pretty damn quick just how his body felt about her, once he was in the bath. But it was too late to back out now.

He was very curious to see what Usagi's reaction was to his strip-tease, but she had already caught him staring at her through the afternoon, and would get suspicious again. It was taking all his courage just to do this in front of her, and he wondered for the fourth time in as many minutes, if he was crazy.

He found out that his worst enemy is invisible and stalking him-wearing a very indecent article of feminine clothing-and he lead her home then took a bath with her watching? What was wrong with this picture? He began muttering darkly under his breath.

Usagi's mouth went dry and she found her eyes widening impossibly at the delectable sight of all of Mamoru's warm, muscled skin. The more he revealed, the more unreal the situation became. Her heart sped up, she found herself unable to look away, and she even silently thanked the Dark Kingdom for making her invisible. "Oh my god." She croaked, reaching for the door frame to keep herself upright. She seriously thought that her legs were going to give out from under her.

When he got down to his underwear, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before sliding the material down over his legs. The dark-haired man had to bend slightly over to do this, affording her an amazing sight. She slumped to the tiles then, gawking unashamedly.

When Mamoru heard the sound of Usagi falling to the floor behind him, he both smirked and fought back instinctive embarrassment. He only just caught himself before he turned to see what her expression looked like. He was officially nuts, and they could cart him off to the loony bin. Not only was he giving the Odango Atama a view of him no one had seen since his childhood, but he apparently had a very bizarre and unwanted attraction to the airhead! Just what he needed after a long day.

"Shit. Shit, he's really naked, and I'm watching and...I don't even like him!" Usagi wailed, clutching at her hair in aggravation. "This is very, very wrong! And-and...stupid!" She babbled on as she watched him step into the bath and sink down into the warm depths of the water, affording her a tantalising glimpse of the very well endowed male genitalia between his legs. Whoo, he was built big all over! And she was officially a gibbering idiot! Seeing such an impressive male specimen sans clothing kind of did that to a girl.

The blonde fanned herself with one hand, eyes still glued to his form. He sank out of sight for a moment, and emerged all wet, hair slicked back. Droplets of water trailed down over his flesh and she followed it with hungry eyes, unable to help herself. Mamoru was, egad, a really buff stud, to coin a phrase! There was absolutely nothing flabby about this guy, and she couldn't believe the beautiful body he had been hiding under that green jacket.

The dark-haired man heard her talking to himself and fought back a grin. He had never heard Usagi swear before, and she did it so well. She had also brought up the very thing that had been bother him. They didn't like each other. But somehow, between his nakedness, and her risque clothing, they were now attracted. Lustful even. He had not mistaken the look in her eyes when he had glanced at her in the mirror. Her eyes had looked completely poleaxed. The girl couldn't even stand on her own two feet after ogling his body!

It was sort of flattering really. And yes, a turn on. Thank god she hadn't been disgusted with him. Nope, if he was reading things right, then his nemesis was turned on. Practically drooling, in fact. And man, that made his chest puff with pride.

Knowing that she was watching, he picked up the bath sponge, squirted some body wash onto it, and slowly began to soap his body down, starting with the skin not under the water. Mamoru ran it down over his neck, then over his collar bone and then over his chest. He hoped he wasn't being too theatrical, but since she was watching, he might as well give her the full show. Just knowing that she was looking at his every move made him harden in desire.

Oh...my...god. The blonde almost had heart failure, and every time she closed her mouth, it dropped open again at something he did. Mamoru would have been totally humiliated-as in forever-if he had known that she was watching his nightly ritual. A frown drew her brows together as she watched him draw the sponge achingly slow over one side of the chest, and then the other. She had no idea he was so sensual! The dark-haired man seemed to be enjoying every moment of his bath, and he was even smiling slightly.

Against her better judgement, and probably because her legs were moving before her brain had shifted into gear, she started crawling over the tiles towards him. Usagi didn't even know what the hell she was doing right about then, but she wanted to see more! The closer she got, the more skin she saw. More of his chest came into view, and then she was almost touching the side of the bath, and could see down to his waist. She swallowed hard, and looked down, inching a little further. Her blue eyes shot up to see if he was looking at her, even if he couldn't see her, she felt uneasy.

Mamoru's smile strained across his face as he was the Odango practically slither across the tiles to his side. He couldn't look directly at her, of course, but he had the distinct feeling that her eyes were roving over him like a starving wolf. Sort of like Usagi on a day when she was hungry and had spotted a burger Motoki was making at the Crown Arcade. It made him a little uneasy-and to his eternal mortification, turned on. In fact, if she got closer and looked into the water, she was going to get an eyeful of just how happy he was to have her near.

He frankly couldn't get the image of her underwear out of his head! A pink filmy thing that hid no curves, and emphasised those amazing breasts. The upperclassman almost swore as he came more erect. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he fervently wished over and over in his head for her not to look down.

Usagi swallowed hard, and then got onto her knees and sank back onto her heels. She could now see everything if she wanted, but she was having a hard time even looking down below his chest. Okay, so she had looked at his very nice belly button, but her eyes caught sight of something in the water that shouldn't have been poking up, and she quickly shied away. "I umm-this is sort of embarrassing, Mamoru, but I seem to be rather attracted to you. All of a sudden. Where the hell have you been hiding that body?!" She burst out, going from mortification to anger in a few seconds flat. "You're lucky I know that you can't see me, or I'd have knocked your lights out. Honestly, how could you take a bath in front of a girl...even if you can't see her, you should still have standards!"

Her eyes fell downward, and she gaped. "Hard-hard...holy shit, is that what I think it is?" Her eyes went absolutely huge in her face at the site of all that hard erect skin between his legs. It was standing so much at attention that the tip was out of the water. Even as she watched, it twitched and she recoiled in horrified fascination. The blonde had read a lot of books, and seen movies, but nothing had prepared her for the sight of a penis.

Oh god, he couldn't help when his body had responded to her big blue eyes gazing down at him like that. He was so hard it was killing him. And Mamoru suddenly wished he hadn't pulled this stunt. How the heck was he supposed to explain that? Of course, Usagi might not know that having a stiffy in the bath wasn't a natural thing. Okay, so he had been practically groping his own chest while sponging it...

The Senshi of the Moon whimpered at the hot rush between her legs and in her belly. Her body had responded to the sight of him all aroused. She tentatively reached between her legs and placed her hand over her private place, feeling the incredible heat emanating from there through her underwear. Was that normal? Was this whole situation normal?! "I don't know how to handle this." She moaned, turning her face towards Mamoru's. He was staring stonily at the end of the bath, his jaw locked. What on earth?

She was touching himself! Son of a bitch, Usagi had just felt herself through her underwear. He had seen her do it from the corner of his eye, and had quickly snuck a look while she was occupied. Was she trying to kill him? Unknowingly, of course.

And then to his complete shock, the blonde girl reached up and cupped her breast right through the camisole. He gawked at her, knowing that she was looking back at him in surprise, but unable to look away from her chest. Mamoru cleared his throat that seemed to be tight and uncomfortable, and glanced up at the roof as if seeking inspiration. She had to leave. Now! Before he totally lost it and attacked her or something.

But no, Usagi continued to caress her breasts, alternating between them and making the most delicious sounds he had ever heard. His body tightened, and his teeth gritted together. It was then that he noticed that he was stroking himself. In time to her caressing those glorious mounds. Fuck!

Usagi almost fell face-first into the bath when she noticed Mamoru's arm moving. Despite herself, she leant forward to get a look. To her supification, his long fingers were wrapped about his shaft, moving up and down. "You're jerking off?!" She almost howled, jumping to her feet. Never mind that she had just been feeling up herself right in front of him. How dare he?

"But it's...oh my god. You're really big, and our hand is moving...and...I feel sorta hot and dizzy," She mumbled, eyes glazing over. The sight of him doing that to himself made her want to do the same. She wanted it to be her hands moving on him. Moving on herself. No, she wanted his hands on her! "This is unbelievably erotic." She moaned, sure she was asleep and dreaming. Or no, she had bumped her head in battle and was hallucinating. Chiba Mamoru jerking off in front of her, and she just watching like a love-sick moron?

The Senshi of the Moon groaned and ran a hand over her face. She should just leave the room right now- He moaned just then, the sound so tantalising that she moaned back in response. She looked down again and couldn't look away. Usagi collapsed onto the edge of the bath and stared in fascination and lust. The coolness seemed through her underwear and it felt so good that she moved a little. When the friction felt amazingly good, she moved again, eyes half closing. She watched him stroke himself faster, eyes slitted and head thrown back, and she rubbed herself urgently along the smooth cold of the bath edge, seeking some kind of relief. "Mmm," She breathed, reaching for her breast again. It had felt good when she touched the nipples.

This was so wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She needed-something. A pleasure just out of reach. She had never felt anything like this before. No guys had really even turned her on, and Usagi was amazed that it had been the jerk who finally touched all the right buttons. "I shouldn't-shouldn't be touching myself like this in front of you, but I ache. It's wrong, when I know that you can't see me here like some voyeur, but I can't seem to stop myself." She whispered, staring at his face. Her own cheeks were flushed and she was torn between being hideously embarrassed, and completely lustful. She had never felt this way before, but she knew it for what it was.

Jesus christ, she was going to give him heart failure. Mamoru came out of a haze of pleasure to see her, not only with her eyes on him masturbating, but doing it herself on his bath! The blonde looked so edible right then. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark and hazed with desire, and the trail of moisture she left behind on the bath as she moved back and forth.

Before he could think, he threw himself forward with a dull roar, his wet arms closing around her. She shrieked in his ear as he dragged her body into the bath and on top of him. Water crashed up around them and onto the floor, and he barely heard as her knees knocked painfully into the side of the bath before her slight form was seated right on top of his erection. He could feel her heat through her underwear, even in the warmth of the bath and his brain stopped working.

One minute Usagi had been close to reaching an orgasm while watching him doing the same, and the next his face was right up before hers, eyes wild. His arms grabbed her right off the side and she slammed into his body, the water choking her as it splashed everywhere. Her knees hit the side of the bath and she winced before curling her legs up, sitting sideways on his body. On him. She could feel the rigid length of him pressing against her, as if seeking entrance and her body heated up all over again.

Before she could blink, or ask how and why, his lips were crashing down onto hers. It was uncomfortable for a moment, until he softened the kiss and then proceeded to devour her lips like a starving wolf.

Mamoru was kissing her like there was no tomorrow, unable to get enough of her. His lips nipped at her, and licked the bottom to ask for entrance. He was delighted when she hesitantly opened her mouth, and his tongue slid inside, caressing hers. "Mmm." He groaned, arms tightening about her firmly, mashing her soft breasts to his chest. She tasted so sweet and delicious, he couldn't get enough. He knew that he was licking and sucking and moving over her lips like he hadn't seen a woman in a thousand years, but once his lips had touched hers, it was like his body took over.

Usagi's arms moved up over his shoulders and settled at the back of his neck, twining in the wet strands there. She didn't want to think that just a while ago they had been enemies, or that this was something she would never have in a million years had thought would happen. All she knew was that his lips on hers felt like heaven, and she wanted more. Her hips began moving over his thighs wantonly, rubbing herself deliberately against his hard length. She wanted to feel him there, more of him. Inside... She ached! And he tasted delicious. Like wood smoke.

His hands slid down over her back, feeling the soft skin under the wet silkiness of her pink camisole. She was rubbing herself on him like she couldn't help herself and he was so close to coming that he knew he couldn't hold it back. Didn't want to. Even if this was Odango Atama and not long ago they hadn't even liked each other. "Usagi...Usagi..." He murmured against her lips, unwilling to back away. His senses were slowly telling him that they shouldn't be doing this, and that he had well and truly given himself away when she had thought he couldn't see her.

It was her name that brought her out of her haze. She pulled back slightly and stared at him through dazed eyes, gradually focusing. Her body was screaming at her to move, to do something to relieve it's ache, but real life was seeping in. His voice, sounding so dark and husky, saving her name. "We-" She croaked out, moving her head back as his lips swooped back down. They grazed her chin and then he also moved back. "Have to stop. Have to think." Usagi managed to get out, willing him to cooperate.

His brows drew together at her words, and her withdrawal from him, and Mamoru realised just what was going on. As if the bath had suddenly turned ice cold, the lust was thrown from him in an instant. This was Usagi. The girl he didn't like. And she was not going to be happy that he could see her after all the things she had said and done. He saw the exactly moment that she woke up from her desire, her blue eyes going huge with shock.

"Mamoru-shit. Oh damn it. You jerk!" She shouted in his face. Her arms came down from his shoulders and she thumped him hard on the chest, before scrabbling for the slippery side of the bath. She started to haul herself up out of his grasp, and almost tumbled over the side of the bath. His hand under her arm stopped her from having a very painful landing, and after she righted herself, she yanked herself clear of his hand and glared. "You can see me!" She cried, outrage and anger filling her. It was closely followed by a crippling humiliation and she fled the room.

Mamoru sat there in a bath like a complete fool for a few minutes, trying to gather his wits. And then he pulled the plug and stepped out.

After drying himself he left the bathroom and glanced down the hall towards the lounge. He hadn't heard her leave and so assumed she was out there, soaking wet and furious. Thinking it better that he not go out in only a towel after the fiasco, he rushed to his bedroom to get dressed.

Usagi stood in the kitchen, dripping wet and shivering. She had been in the lounge when she realised she was getting his floor wet. Too miserable to consider that she didn't give a damn about his bloody white, expensive carpet, she had moved into the cold of the kitchen area. Her arms were wrapped about herself, and she wished she had never followed Mamoru home. Never thought of him to taunt when she had realised she was invisible, and wished that she had never even turned up to battle. "Why can he see me? Why didn't he say anything?" She whispered, eyes going to the lounge. He hadn't come out yet. Was he as embarrassed as her?

By the time he finally emerged from the hall, his blue eyes wary, the Senshi of the Moon had drawn her calm about her. People might think she was an airhead, but she actually had an inner strength that sometimes amazed her. She drew on it in battle when she was terrified, and she needed it now more than ever. She was an intelligent girl under all that, and Mamoru, damn him, had gotten right under her armour. She thought of the things she had said to him in the Arcade and fervently hoped that he couldn't recall exactly what had come out of her mouth.

"We need to talk," Mamoru said quietly, eyeing her. She wasn't in hysterics, or throwing things in a fit of anger, so that was a plus. His eyes went over her form hungrily before noting just how damp she was. Like a wet kitten. He smiled fleetingly at the thought and saw her eyes ice over. Whoa, where had Usagi been hiding this temper and passion?

"If you're quite through gaping at me, could you please get me a towel?" Usagi said ominously, crossing her arms over her breasts. She knew her wet camisole was practically transparent when wet, and damn him, he looked happy about it! "Some clothes maybe?" She went on sarcastically.

He blinked and backed off a little, hands up. "Do you want to change in the bathroom-er no, how about my bedroom?" The dark-haired man floundered around, mind still not functioning well after such a heated encounter. From her expression, he saw that both suggestions of a changing room was not pleasing her. Of course not, both reminded her of him and he was not her favourite person right now. He winced. "I'll get those-things."

When he strode away, her eyes slid down to his backside. She noted how snugly the new slacks fit, and then looked away in annoyance. He was a jerk! And he was going to get an earful of her displeasure, just as soon as she was dry and comfortable. Of course, the thought of wearing his clothing was only making her hot and bothered all over again.

Mamoru returned with a towel and one of his large t-shirts, then he left the kitchen to let her change.

By the time she had put on his shirt and towelled her hair as dry as it could get, she realised that the sun had set in the sky. Usagi felt a twinge of guilt and worry about her family, before she decided to take the problems one thing at a time. She left her clothes in a wet puddle on the floor and stalked into the lounge, back straight. "I can't call my parents to let them know what's going on, and you can't call them." She announced, pointedly plonking herself on the couch across the coffee table from where he was sitting. As if telling him that this was her side, and that was his, and if he crossed it he better watch out!

The upperclassman sighed and focused on her eyes. He noticed that she was also not looking below his face, and realised with amusement that the were both too aware of each other now for comfort. She was obviously having as much trouble not looking down at his body as he was with hers.

"You think this is funny?" She demanded, leaning forward.

"Yes-I mean no. I mean, I thought it was funny that we're both in this situation...horny and wanting to jump each other's bones." He said with brutal honesty. He watched in avid fascination as her face flooded with colour.

Usagi's eyes turned stormy. "Can we not talk about that? I have a major problem here, and the novelty has worn off."

"The invisibility thing?" Mamoru nodded and looked thoughtful. This he could deal with. Her not being visible to anyone but him. Anything to take his mind off of the memory of her body sliding against his own, their lips and tongues- Bad Mamoru! "Right," He went on in frustration, running both hands though his hair. "Would you mind explaining this?"

"What's to explain?" She said sourly, crossing her arms. His shirt went down over her thighs it was so big, but she still felt really naked. Which was weird considering she had been around him all afternoon in her underwear. Her lips twitched slightly. "I would think it's pretty self-explanatory."

Was Odango smiling at him? No, at something she had been thinking. But at least she wasn't panicking. Or punching his lights out for molesting her in the bathtub. And wow, she was using big words. Then again, she was sixteen now. "You suddenly turned invisible and decided to turn up at the Arcade in underwear, then targeted me for some reason." He said patiently, eyes narrowing on her face. "How?"

"I got hit by goo," She blurted out, looking away. "I got in the way at a battle between the aliens and the Sailor Senshi and ended up like this."

That was strange. Mamoru didn't remember seeing her, or anyone conscious at the battle. There had been plenty of people unconscious, of course. Perhaps she had been gooed before he had arrived and was laying down somewhere out of sight. He winced. Damn it, he knew that Tuxedo Kamen should have made an earlier appearance. "Sorry." He muttered, looking away also.

"Excuse me?" Usagi frowned and stared at his averted face, wondering if she had heard right. Why on earth was Mamoru apologising to her? It wasn't his fault. No, it had been hers for being so careless. "I got home and washed the stuff out, and started to get dressed when I found out no one could see me. Mom looked right through me, and almost mowed me down because she didn't know I was there. And she and Shingo couldn't hear me talking to them. Then all the way to the Arcade, I almost got knocked down by people who didn't see me, and cars who didn't think someone was crossing the street."

She had figured it out that quickly? He was impressed. And a chill had gone through him at the thought of a car running her down because the driver couldn't see her. Usagi had taken a really big risk, obviously on pure impulse, if her clothing was anything to go by. "But I can see you." He pointed out. His eyes went to her chest. "And I can see what you were wearing earlier."

"Yes," She said dryly, running a slender hand through her hair. "I would have changed, but I didn't know if the clothes I put on were not visible either. Since I can also see myself in the mirror, which is really odd."

Their eyes locked for a moment. What was their common link?

"You weren't there too, by any chance?" She queried, trying to figure it out.

Mamoru looked back warily. Why was she asking if he was at the battle? Did she know something? "Of course not." He lied through his teeth. She had sounded very intelligent all through their conversation, and earlier in the Arcade, totally blowing away his preconceptions of her. She acted like a ditz, but the girl actually had a brain! Who would have guessed?

"Then we have no common link that I can find. I was hit by goo from a Youma, and you weren't even around. It's not like we're-close. So why...?" Usagi sorted through it, speaking as each thought crossed her mind. Was it her imagination, or had guilt flashed briefly through his eyes?

"Right," The dark-haired man's voice was rather strangled. He didn't like lying to her when she was in such trouble and needing his help. But he couldn't just blurt out that he was Tuxedo Kamen.

The Senshi of the Moon watched him carefully for a long moment before going on. He was hiding something. She didn't know what, but her senses weren't wrong. "So," She said slowly, ticking the points off on her fingers as she spoke. "I can see, you can see me, but no one else can see me?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Mamoru frowned at her. "So the problem now is, what do the two of us have in common that make us so special?" His blue eyes narrowed. "And while we're on the subject, would you mind explaining what you were doing near a monster from another dimension?"

Usagi blushed and looked at her feet, wondering what to say, but all that popped into her head was a snappy come-back. "Sure, Mamoru," She said slyly, glancing up into his eyes. "Just as soon as you explain why you're such a pervert."

His mouth dropped. "Excuse me?" He gasped out, staring at her. He was not a pervert, damn it! Mamoru groaned as he remembered the show he had given the blonde in the bathroom and it was his turn to flush in embarrassment. "Oh..." His voice trailed off.

"Yes, 'oh'," She crossed her legs and eyed him expectantly, unable to wipe the memory of his amazing body from her mind-or the way his hands had moved over all that smooth muscled skin. A familiar sharp jab in her lower abdomen and a wetness between her legs brought home that she was getting aroused by recalling his infamous behaviour in his bath when he had known full-well she was watching. A girl who had been relatively innocent till just a half an hour ago, was moving rapidly into adulthood with thanks to him. "What did you expect me to say when you were in the bath coping a feel of yourself?" She demanded.

Okay, so she was totally glossing over the fact that she had been groping herself in front of him. Usagi was just as guilty as he.

"I uh..." He said, eyes dropping to the carpet in much the same way as she had when questioned about the Youma. What exactly had he been thinking about, touching himself like that in front of a sixteen year old girl? His enemy, no less. But that was a moot point now. Tsukino Usagi had seen as much of his bare bod as a girlfriend would have. No one had seen Chiba Mamoru that stark naked since he was a young kid in the orphanage and had to share the shower. "It was impulse." He finally mutter, chagrined to hear that his voice was rather sullen.

And her touching herself and rubbing along the bath right next to him hadn't helped in the slightest! A look at her slightly-guilty expression told him that she was also recalling her own actions and was mortified by it all. So he decided to be the gentleman and not bring it up.

He would never, ever in his whole life forget the sight, however!

The Senshi of the Moon held her anger and embarrassment for a moment longer, and then a grin fought it's way across her face. He looked up just then and saw it before she could stop. "I suppose we're sort of even then, since you've seen a heck of a lot more of my body than any other person-ever." She told him, rolling her eyes. She gestured down at his shirt and shorts, reminding him that she had been wearing a very revealing cami until he had pulled her into the bath and made the material practically transparent!

Mamoru chuckled, his expression lightening. Oh yes, he had seen a whole lot of Odango Atama in those wonderful minutes after dragging her on top of him. He had been extremely horny at the time, and hadn't considered that he wasn't supposed to see her-or that she was wearing a camisole that would be as good as not there when wet. His length grew hard at the memory of her amazing breasts suddenly in sharp relief, her pink nipples sticking up towards him as if asking for his touch. She had been cold in the bathroom, and he got that bit, but the way she had been touching herself gave him a big clue that his nemesis had been thoroughly turned on.

She would be amazing in bed... And god, she kissed really well! He hadn't been able to tell if she was experienced at all because after her initial startlement over his aggressive kiss, she had responded in kind. He had to mentally slap himself to bring him back to the main problem at hand. Later on, he could think about the change their relationship had taken. And maybe even act on it.

"Well, Odango, we are at an impasse," he drawled, leaning forward and licking his lips. His blue eyes raked over her form from head to toe. "We've both seen each other at our worst...or best, I could say. So what are we going to do about it?" He would leave that decision entirely up to her.

Usagi sucked her lower lip between her teeth and eyed him warily. Mamoru had this wolfish look about him that made her very uneasy, but also sort of turned on. Never before had she really appreciated his dark, gorgeous looks. And man, was that guy hiding an amazing bod under his clothes.

She really should have been considering what the hell to do about her invisibility, but she found that all her concentration had gone out the window.

"Dunno," She said shortly, slumping back into her chair and glowering at him.

Mamoru blinked in surprise at her expression, seeing anger and uncertainty in her eyes, along with a linger trace of attraction for him. Even as he watched, her eyes went over him, from his head to his feet and then back again. Usagi had never checked him out before today in the bathroom, and he found that he was not averse to her change of mind. He too had never considered her as someone he could kiss, or touch, or maybe have as a girlfriend. But she was still Odango Atama! He glowered back at her without realising.

The two were silent for a few minutes, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

"How about this Usagi," He said finally, sighing. "We'll discuss this thing between us later. But right now, we need to find out how you became invisible and reverse it. You said a Youma had done it, so I'm wondering if there won't be some worse effects on the way."

"Like what?" She said, suddenly worried.

"It might have poisoned you, but only the first effect is being invisible. You could get sick." He said quietly, concerned for her welfare. "You need to be up-front with me and tell me how and when it happened."

Oh god, then he would know she was Sailor Moon. Her friends would kill her, if Luna didn't get to her first, and Mamoru would most likely be disgusted or something. No wait, he would even believe the girl he fought with most days was the heroine. She was too lazy, and a pig over food, and a cry-baby to be a Senshi. Right? "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She said tiredly, closing her eyes. Hadn't she said those very words to him earlier in the day?

"I'll suspend my disbelief," He retorted dryly, getting smoothly to his feet and going around the table. He knelt on the foot at her feet, and reached out for her hands. She was staring at him so sadly that he felt his heart clench. Oh no, just when had he started caring about what she felt? This wasn't good. Was it possible that there was more than just attraction between them?

Usagi fought the urge to pull her hands from his and fixed him with a stern look. "Your being nice-it's scaring me." She told him bluntly.

He gave her an incredulous look and held her hands more firmly. "Quit it with the smart answers and tell me what I need to know."

"And if I tell you I'm a Sailor Senshi?" She blurted out, horrified that the words had even passed her lips.

Mamoru's first reaction was to drop her hands like they were hot coals and his eyes turned to ice. Here he was trying to help her and she made jokes?

"I would transform and prove it, but unfortunately I left my broach with my other clothes." She went on in rush, seeing his expression. Before he could get up and walk away from her-and that thought made her want to cry-she quickly made a gesture. Out of thin air, her sole Rainbow Crystal dropped into her palm. "See, I have this."

The dark-haired man's knees gave way and he fell back onto his backside with a thump, banging his back hard into the coffee table, but barely feeling it. His eyes were fixed on the red Rainbow Crystal in her hand with a completely flabbergasted look in their depths. A thing that she had brought out of thin air right in front of him. "Holy shit, Usagi," He breathed, knowing it was the real deal.

Odango Atama...was a Sailor Senshi!

To Be Continued...

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Comments: The next part will be out next weekend, unless I get some time to write during the work week. O_o

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