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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Jul 4, 2009 20:46:58 GMT -5
Mamoru’s expression grew smug when he felt Usagi respond to his touch. His smug smile only grew when he felt her shiver as he murmured in her ear. She certainly didn’t seem to be objecting to his chosen method of distraction and so he gladly continued his games. There really was no harm to any of this provided they didn’t take things beyond harmless flirting, unless of course she decided to slap him.
Still cupping her face gently, he caressed her cheekbones with feather light strokes before trailing his fingers down her throat. He continued sliding his hands down her past her shoulders, hesitating just a little before sliding down the sides of her chest, fingers lightly grazing the sides of her breasts. He finally stopped his hands at her waist once more where they curled about her tightly.
“Hot chocolate isn’t really what I was thinking of Usa. What I had in mind were games meant more for ... an adult then hot chocolate would be.” Mamoru continued to purr lightly in her ear.
He rolled his eyes just a bit when he heard her dare. She was right, he really should have realized that she would dare him to do that. After all she had been talking about it for awhile now. Tightening his grip around her he murmured, “and what happens if I should fail to be able to accomplish this dare hmm?”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Jul 4, 2009 21:10:18 GMT -5
Usagi's adam's apple bobbed as she swallowed when Mamoru gently trailed his fingers down her throat. Obviously he knew the effect he was having on her, and she just allowed herself to enjoy it. Mamoru hadn't really been like this before, and she was curious about the new sensations and touches he was giving her-- even if they weren't technically supposed to be doing this.
Her jaw dropped as his fingers lightly brushed over the sides of her breasts, and she suddenly felt them stiffen a bit. Once more she was actually glad it was dark, if there was light he would be able to see the hardened peaks of her nipples straining against the fabric of her dress. It didn't take much for her, he was so gentle and deliberate. She let out a long sigh, dreamily listening to his purring into her ear. It took several moments for his words to process, she was just drifting on the buzz of his sultry voice so close to her. "Something more adult than hot chocolate?" Usagi finally replied once she had manage to get enough neurons to fire to put together not only a coherent but slightly clever reply. "Hmm. I guess that means you also have a bottle of vodka hidden on you put in the hot chocolate, am I right?"
It was Usagi's turn to roll her eyes. "I dared you to try;. So that's all you have to do, is sincerely try, and then the game moves onto me." Smirking a bit, she maneuvered off of his lap so he could get cracking on that dare. "Go on," Usagi challenged, a slight taunt in her voice.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Jul 5, 2009 2:12:07 GMT -5
Mamoru briefly wondered if he should pull back and stop these games. He didn’t want to do anything that Usagi would regret later, especially since she had earlier told him that she didn’t want to be friends with benefits. Technically speaking neither did he, Usagi meant more to him then that. Still she hadn’t really resisted and it wasn’t like he was planning on going much farther then just teasing responses out of her. He certainly didn’t want to pull back and have her think he wasn’t interested, but he also didn’t want her to start thinking later that he hadn’t listened to the conditions she had set out earlier.
He settled for brushing the undersides of her chest once more before simply smoothing his hand against her stomach. Pressing a light kiss below her ear he murmured, “Clever girl I hadn’t even thought of that, but hot chocolate with vodka is still a little more innocent then I was referring to my dear ...”
Mamoru sighed mournfully and replied, “The things I do to keep you entertained ...” However, the moment she had maneuvered herself off of his lap again he attempted to accept her challenge especially when he heard the taunt in her voice.
“Evil girl ... don’t you dare laugh at me” he muttered lightly. After a few good tries he almost managed to pull it off but in the end he gave it up as impossible and muttered, “As I told you earlier Usa, I’m simply not flexible enough to put my leg behind my head.”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Jul 5, 2009 15:34:28 GMT -5
This time Usagi let out an audible soft gasp as Mamoru brushed the underside of her bust, and she squirmed slightly on his lap. He could be quite effective when he wanted to be-- and she was amazed at how easily she responded to him. She found herself leaning into the hand he rested on her stomach, nodding in the dark when he said something a little more adult than spiked hot chocolate. "I'm beginning to understand," she simply mumbled back, unable to come up with anything remotely clever now.
Usagi giggled when Mamoru bemoaned his efforts to keep her entertained. He told her not to laugh at him, but she couldn't help it, falling to the floor of the elevator and rolling as she listened to him attempt to put his leg behind his head. It just sounded so funny, and she wished she could see it for real, though the mental images were fine.
"Sounded like you almost got it, though! You should keep trying, maybe one day you'll get there," Usagi howled, holding her stomach as she beat her heels against the floor. Letting out a sigh, she stretched out for a moment.
"Okay, my turn now. And before you ask the question, I choose dare too." She wanted to see what he would come up with.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Jul 5, 2009 18:20:45 GMT -5
Mamoru immediately stiffened and bit back a groan when Usagi began to squirm a bit on his lap. That wasn’t a good idea at all, he couldn’t afford to lose control of this game. Not if he wanted to keep his sanity, especially since he didn’t know how long they would be stuck down here with no cold showers in sight.
He tightened his grip around her waist in an attempt to hold her still while his other hand slipped lower until it rested lightly against her thigh moving over her skin in a feather-light caress, deliberately continuing to provoke her senses. While he both attempted to hold her still and continue his games, his mouth found the corner of hers and in a tone that was pure seduction murmured, “It’s not really a good idea to keep wiggling around in my lap Usa, definitely a pleasant kind of torture but not a particularly wise one.”
Mamoru frowned when he heard Usagi begin to roll around the floor laughing at him. It was a good thing that it was dark, he had the feeling she would be laughing even harder if she could actually see him attempt her dare. His pride was certainly taking a beating tonight. A little miffed when she began beating her heels against the floor he grumbled, “Alright then miss you should keep trying ... let’s see if you can do it. It isn’t as easy as one might think so I dare you to do the same thing.”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Jul 5, 2009 19:59:46 GMT -5
He kept going! Usagi's breaths were coming shorter and faster now, especially as his hand found its way to her thigh, brushing over her bare skin (it really was a little black dress). Her own hands found their way to rest against his chest, as she was feeling something akin to vertigo.
"Torture? You're talking to me about torture?" Usagi gasped as his hot lips hovered near hers. She squirmed more in his lap, but it was involuntary. She couldn't help it.
"Dare me to put my legs behind my head?" Usagi replied with amusement, sitting up and tossing his jacket back at him. "Alright. I'm game. Give me a just as sec to get ready, I have to pull up my dress, don't want to rip it." She raised herself on her knees, gently tugging the black satin up, once more glad it was dark so he couldn't see her exposed undergarments. She pulled off her heels and chucked them away into the blackness, though one of them sounded like they made contact with something or someone that was alive instead of a part of the elevator. "Oh my God!! Mamoru, did that hit you? I am SO sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear!"
Once she was satisfied that Mamoru was not grievously injured by her bad aim, Usagi sat back down and slowly began to raise her right leg, curling an arm around it and grunting a bit with concentration as she manuevered it. It slipped the first time but she managed to finally tuck it behind her neck, though her hip flexors were protesting the movement. Letting out a trill of triumph, she lifted the left one and also tucked it behind her head. Now she had a crick in her neck, but she was triumphant!
"Ha! I did it!" Usagi exclaimed. "Here, feel!" she reached out and managed to find one of Mamoru's hands in the dark, after groping around a bit, and guided it to the place where her legs crossed in the back.
"Dare completed! Now, Mamoru-- truth or dare?"
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Jul 6, 2009 0:52:50 GMT -5
Mamoru’s expression grew smug once again as he heard Usagi began to pant. He shifted underneath her till she was settled more comfortably on his lap. As unwise as this probably was, he was really beginning to enjoy it. He knew it couldn’t go on forever or they might wind up going farther then they intended. He couldn’t allow that. However, even as he was thinking those thoughts Mamoru couldn’t help continuing with his games.
He continued with his light caressing of her thigh, allowing his fingers to slip just beneath the edge of her dress’s hem. He even daringly brushed the inside of her thighs once or twice. She was right he was enjoying torturing her. Mamoru slid his other hand slowly from her stomach up her side, purposely lingering at her breast again and lightly caressing her through the material of her dress.
Mamoru gritted his teeth when she continued to squirm about in his lap. If she didn’t stop it, she was going to find out how much she was not the only one being affected by these distractions. “Usa,” he groaned softly, “I told you it’s not really a wise idea to squirm so much ...”
He blinked in surprise when she told him she was going to have to pull her dress up so that it wouldn’t rip. Mamoru had a vivid enough imagination to be able to imagine the scene before him in the dark and desperately wished that they lights were on. Of course his imaginings were interrupted when a shoe came flying out of the darkness and hit him squarely in the forehead. He groaned once more, though this time for an entirely different reason. “Usa ... I can’t believe you hit me with your shoe again. I thought we had moved past that ...”
Mamoru listened to her moving about in the darkness, grinning just a bit when she let out a trill of triumph. Obviously she was doing a lot better then he had done. He didn’t have to really imagine it much longer as he had proof that she had accomplished his dare when she grabbed his hand and guided it to the place where her legs crossed in the back.
“Very good work, you obviously are more talented in the flexible department then I am.”
He gently helped her bring her legs back over her head. Not that she really needed him to do that, but hey it gave him more opportunities to run his hands over her smooth skin.
“Very nice indeed,” he murmured softly before adding, “I told you I’m tired of truths right now so I’ll choose dare again.”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Jul 7, 2009 0:12:21 GMT -5
Usagi whimpered softly with need as Mamoru kept going. She didn't entirely know what all of these new sensations were, but she knew they were slowly eroding all rational thought. She gasped, louder this time as he touched the insides of her thighs. Her legs shook a little, and she had to resist the urge to clamp her thighs down on his hand. He was driving her crazy, especially when his hands wandered back up and teased at her breast through the thin satin of her dress. She was beginning to feel slightly wet, and squirmed even harder, even as Mamoru kept telling her to stop.
"If you want me to stop squirming, you'll have to stop touching," she grumbled at him, still trembling slightly in his arms. What was he doing?! And why-- only God knew why-- she couldn't seem to get herself to tell him to stop?
"Sorry, sorry, sorry! It wasn't on purpose!! Besides," Usagi giggled teasingly. "It's not my fault you're always getting in the way of the trajectory of my shoes. My shoes must have some kind of missile guidance system based on you, or something. They lock onto your coordinates and hit you every time. I think they like you. Too bad you're not a shoe fetish person, so many other guys would get off on that," she joked.
"Just don't suggest that I do have a secret talent in gymnastics," Usagi replied with a laugh, referring back to their earlier conversation. "Put me on the parallel bars and I'd kill myself."
Usagi's brain fogged over again as Mamoru slid his hands along her legs, gently helping her lower them to their correct position. And yet, when he said 'very nice' she was beginning to think he wasn't talking about her completed dare...
"Dare, huh?" Usagi's voice was slightly husky, so she cleared it. "Well, I dare you to... I dare... I dare you to, um..."
Rip off her clothes and ravish her? Yeah, no. "...I dare you to sing 'I'm Too Sexy' by Right Said Fred, WITH corresponding choreography." She only wished she wasn't going to miss out on this choreography. "If you don't know the lyrics, I can tell them to you," Usagi said sweetly. This was going to be good. This was going to be classic blackmail material, right here.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Jul 7, 2009 1:47:10 GMT -5
Mamoru's control was slipping and he knew it, as fun as this was it probably hadn’t been the best idea he had ever had. He heard Usagi’s whimper, the gasp, and felt her legs shake all in response to his touch. In some dark corner of his mind the rational side of him urged caution, it would be best to draw away now before things went too far. He didn't want to push her too fast into something she wasn't ready for, especially since he wasn't certain how she really felt about him these days.
The only problem was every time she responded to even the smallest touch, it only made him ache to touch her even more, to caress and explore. When she began squirming even harder in his lap, it only made him want to throw her to the floor and devour her.
He felt her trembling as she grumbled at him and he did try to exert control once more, but he simply didn’t have the strength or maybe it was the will to do so not without a clear sign that that was what she wanted. Mamoru casually slid the hem of her dress up an inch or two more as he continued caressing her thighs with the one hand, her breast with the other. Once again he moved his mouth to her ear, nipping lightly at the lobe there before saying in a husky whisper, “You're driving me crazy Usa. I can’t honestly say I want to stop, but say the word and I will. It's your call ...”
With that he brought the hand on her breast up to cup her face so that he could kiss her and it took every ounce of strength he had to keep the kiss gentle, easy, when all he wanted to do was slake his ravaging thirst, then come back for more.
Mamoru grinned at her in the darkness, not really caring that he had been hit with a shoe. In fact he found it kind of humorous in a way. “One of these days we will have to see if your shoes really do have a missile guidance system based on me. As for having a shoe fetish, I much prefer the woman wearing the shoe.”
He smirked a little and taunted softly, “I said flexibility, not skills in gymnastics dear, being flexible can be a good thing though ... image all the things you could do. Perhaps you could even pull off that stunt the woman on that romance book was doing on the ship if you put your mind to it.”
Mamoru’s smirk faded when she actually gave him his dare. “You want me to sing and dance the ‘I’m too sexy’ song?” He fell silent a moment, amazed at the evilness she possessed under that sweet innocent look she pulled off so well. Finally he muttered, “What’s the point of doing the choreography if you can’t see it? Couldn’t I just sing the song?”
Even as he was objecting, Mamoru was climbing to his feet. He had agreed to play after all and playing meant not objecting to whatever dares she gave him. “Very well, I’ll play along. Don’t worry, I actually do know the lyrics ...”
He sighed fretfully and muttered, “This time no laughing or I promise I will think of something equally as evil for your next dare...” With that Mamoru began to sing the song and as commanded strut around the elevator with in the corresponding choreography.
‘I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my
'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little tusch on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
And I'm too sexy for this song’
When he had sung the last word, Mamoru returned to his previous seat against the elevator wall with as much dignity as he could and calmly asked, “Truth or dare Usa ...”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Jul 7, 2009 2:34:22 GMT -5
Usagi was sure that in addition to forgetting how to think, she had forgotten how to breath. She was beyond feeling cold, she was actually quite warm now. In fact, clothing was beginning to seem optional. Mamoru was confusing her. He was talking about stopping, while nibbling on her ear lobe and putting his hand under her dress! Stop was beginning to sound like go!
Perhaps the last bit of sense in her tried to force her lips open, trying to tell him to slow down because she didn't know what she was doing. But that last bit of sense vanished as soon as he claimed her lips. Usagi's eyes fluttered shut. She had been drinking. She had been teased. And suddenly, not just his hands but his lips were upon her, and she couldn't control what happened next. Her hands pushed up against his chest, and she leaned forward into him, deepening the kiss, and straddled him in order to maintain that position. She needed some kind of relief, anything, and she found herself lost in that moment, overwhelmed by his scent and his taste... His hands on her.
"You're volunteering to find out if my shoes like you that much?" Usagi guffawed in the darkness. "Okay, I'm game. We can have an experiment. I can chuck shoes at some other guy as the control, and then chuck them at you, and we'll see who gets hit the most." She raised an eyebrow as he remarked he preferred to have the shoes on the woman for the fetish. Was he admitting to having a shoe fetish? "Oh?" Usagi asked, but didn't response further. She could ask that eventually when he finally chose truth instead of dare.
Usagi giggled as Mamoru referenced that romance book. "I thought you didn't want me posing for romance novel covers with other men? Don't tell me you want me to share my flexibility now?"
She snickered when he asked why he had to do the choreography. It just made it that much more devilish, even if it was in the dark. Plus, she could use her imagination. It was funny, the longer she spent in the elevator, the more 'visual' images she could make just by hearing things, and feeling the vibrations in the floor. It heightened all kinds of different senses.
Though Mamoru gave her another warning not to laugh, Usagi ignored it, bursting into giggles each time a thump was louder than the others, signalling some kind of very interesting movement on behalf of Mamoru. She couldn't even believe he admitted to knowing all the lyrics to the song! That meant he listened to it enough to memorize it. More blackmail material!
She dissolved into another fit of laughter as he finished, but applauded loudly. "Bravo! Bravo! Magnifica! Une oeuvre d'art vraie!" she cried dramatically, with an exaggerated European accent.
"Truth!" Usagi chirped when he asked her the question. She had better avoid dare for a round or two, since he said he'd punish her if she laughed.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Jul 7, 2009 16:46:19 GMT -5
The moment Usagi straddled him and deepened the kiss all remnants of Mamoru's control shattered. His good sense was a thing of the past as was his ability to think clearly, his logic that had never failed him in the past was gone. He groaned and responded instantly, nibbling and tasting until his breathing was harsh and ragged and his blood pumped through his veins like liquid fire. His hands began to explore her curves with much more intent and purpose then the feather-light caresses he had been giving her. Straddling him as she was there was no way that she wouldn’t be able to feel the unquestionable proof of his desire thrusting against her.
His hands became more insistent upon her, sliding the material from one shoulder to kiss the hollow underneath it. Mamoru kissed and nipped his way back up her neck to retake her mouth in a kiss far more hungry and raw then the previous one had been. His tongue driving into her mouth, expertly sliding against hers to coax more responses out of her.
Mamoru’s hardness throbbed painfully at the taste of her, strong fingers continuing to brush and caress her breasts through the fabric of her dress before slipping lower once more. It was only when he had tugged the hem of her dress up past her hips, his hand caressing between her legs, fingers dipping boldly just under the edge of her panties that his reason managed to reassert itself in a moment of crystal clarity.
He froze instantly as he realized exactly what he had been doing, namely taking advantage of Usagi’s innocence and naivety. She wasn’t use to handling this kind of stimulation and she had been drinking earlier, making it that much harder for her to resist. He had teased her into responding without a thought to any kind of consequences, going against what she had expressly stated earlier. She had clearly stated that she didn’t want to be in a friend’s with benefits kind of relationship, which was exactly what this was turning out to be.
Mamoru very carefully removed his hands from their intimate location. Somehow he managed to drag his lips away from hers and push her to arms length though she was still straddling his lap. Thunking his head against the wall behind him, Mamoru sat there breathing roughly and trying to get himself under some semblance of control so that he could apologize, dearly hoping that he hadn’t succeeded in ruining whatever chances he might have had.
“Yeah, we could try that some day ... though you might not find anyone willing to stand there to be the control.” Mamoru grinned in the darkness before frowning at her next words. “I did not say that I wanted you to pose for the covers of those romance novels.” His smirk returned as he added, “I don’t share well, I’d much prefer you to only use that flexibility for me ...”
Mamoru flushed in the darkness as he listened to her laugh and applaud. Why had he agreed to play this game again? He had the feeling that some of this might come back to haunt him one day in the future. If any of this got out to his friends he’d never live it down.
However, when Usagi answered his question with truth Mamoru couldn’t help grin again. “Clever girl, but you’ll pick dare again sooner or later and then I’ll be able to get my revenge.”
Mamoru fell silent for a moment, trying to think of a good question for her. Finally he asked, “Alright then Usa ... tell me what was your most embarrassing moment in all of this year?”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Jul 8, 2009 0:01:15 GMT -5
Usagi's hands slid up his chest. She lost herself in the passionate kiss, opening her lips and letting him, her tongue playing with his. Somehow, her hands found themselves tugging his tie out from his vest and loosening the knot. She moaned as his hot lips descended up on the dip in her shoulder, and she lower her head to kissing all along the ridge of his neck, nipping lightly at the skin. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, nothing but the vivid touch his strong fingers and lips, bringing her to new heights. Her hardened nipples strained against their fabric restraints-- because her dress was beginning to feel increasingly restraining. She only smiled against his lips in relief as he tugged it upwards to her hips, exposing her legs and buttocks to the cool air.
Usagi moaned louder, bucking her hips slightly as his hand made contact with her most sensitive area. A frisson ran through her at that intimate touch, and she pushed against him harder, needing that contact, needing more-- for what, she didn't know, but she was ready to follow him to wherever it was... She could feel his hardness beneath her and it only made her want it more...
And then, suddenly, the sensations were gone, and she was pushed again, blood roaring in her ears as she listened to Mamoru's heavy breathing.
Usagi licked her lips, the brief pause restoring some measure of sanity to her brain. She flushed deeply, suddenly realizing where his hand had just been! This was closer than they had ever been before, and they weren't even together anymore! She had always wanted more, always wanted his kisses and his touch, because it felt nice... She imagined lovemaking would be a slow, tender affair in a room full of candles. She never imagined it would be this wild, uncontrollable... She always thought she would be able to stop, to know when to stop...
"This is wrong," Usagi finally managed to get out, listening to her own panting. "We need to... we need to quit."
Slowly, she peeled herself off of his lap and stood up on shaking legs, trying to return to her corner of the elevator, though she stumbled more than sat down. She could barely walk, all she could feel was her need below. It took everything in her not to throw herself at Mamoru and simultaneously throw her morals out of the window. She tried to remind herself that she'd regret it afterwards if she lost it now, but she barely believed the thought, she wanted him so badly.
"Who said I'd need to find someone? I'm Queen, I'd just order someone to stand there," Usagi joked. "Mm-hmm," she merely responded as he said he didn't want her to pose, or share her flexibility. Well, he might have to get used to the idea of sharing, she intended to see anyone who caught her interest, after all.
"Most embarrassing moment?" Usagi echoed, trying to think. "Oh, that's difficult. There have been so many. And I'm not sure what kind of embarrassed you mean. I'd say my first real television interview, because they cut that up to make me look so bad, but technically that's been more than a year. Or I could even say the coronation dress rehearsal where I tripped on the carpet runner and did a total facefault for all of the upper echelons of the new government, but that's also technically not been in this last year... It's so hard. I think... I think it was that former member of the Diet who wrote that awful book alleging so many things about my time there. When I saw him doing an interview maybe ten months back, I was so upset that I locked myself up in the bathroom for three hours. Poor Hikari kept begging me the entire time to come out, but I wouldn't because I kept crying, I was so mortified. It was such a hatchet job. He was eventually discredited, but it was hurtful at the time because I had really looked up to him, you know? And I think he wanted revenge because my coming to power meant he wasn't a part of the system anymore. And because I knew if I tried to fight a public battle in the press it would be a bloodbath, I'd only attract more sharks. Yeah, that's the worst, because I was embarrassed for weeks, not just one time. Everytime it was brought up in a press conference I seriously just wanted to crawl behind the podium."
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Jul 8, 2009 1:13:56 GMT -5
Mamoru remained silent awhile longer except for his ragged breathing, still trying to cool his ardor as well as think of the right words to say. How did one go about apologizing for nearly taking advantage of someone? He wasn’t certain but if he hoped to come out of this as still a friend then he better think fast.
He heard her say something about this being wrong and that they needed to quit and could only nod in agreement even though she wouldn’t be able to see it. He listened to her make her way back to her corner of the elevator stumbling to sit down and felt twice as bad.
Mamoru ran a hand over his face before sighing heavily and saying, “Usa ... I don’t know what to say other then I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I honestly hadn’t meant for things to go that far. I should have known better. I take full responsibility for everything and ...” He swallowed regretfully before adding, “Please ... forgive me?”
He smirked at her in the darkness before saying, “That wouldn’t be very fair to the poor guy now would it, though I imagine you are right. If you really wanted someone to stand there all you’d have to do is order them to do so.”
Mamoru nodded, even though she wouldn’t know it. He remembered all of those times, though he hadn’t realized how much some of them had affected her. Another thing to scold himself on, if he had been a better fiancé he might have noticed and taken more steps to at least comfort her. When she finally stopped talking he murmured, “I remember that. I only wish I could have done more to help you through it. I’m sorry you had to go deal with that ...” He wouldn’t say it made her a stronger person after having to deal with it because one; she would hate that kind of response and two; he didn’t really believe it anyway.
He fell silent a moment before adding, “So ... you didn’t ask whether I wanted truth or dare.”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Jul 8, 2009 1:28:00 GMT -5
"Everything you said applies to me as well," Usagi muttered into the darkness, cursing her boundaries. What good were they, anyway? All her body wanted was Mamoru inside her right now. It was a feeling she had never really had before, and it was extremely hard to control. She would have to be more careful with him... and yet, at this moment she didn't want to be careful. Yet it was hard to believe that he had touched her like that, kissed her like that... Her sweet, dependable Mamoru. The memory of his manhood thrusting against her as she sat in his lap almost made her beg him to take her again.
"You're forgiven, it's not like I said no," Usagi replied. "Actually a few moments ago I doubt I knew what no meant."
She shrugged. "I'd make him wear protective face gear. No one would get hurt."
Usagi sighed lightly. "Don't be sorry, it was going to happen sooner or later, it's part of the territory, I suppose. Baptism by fire."
She raised an eyebrow as he reminded her she hadn't asked him truth or dare. "I supposed you'd simply tell me, and also that you'd choose dare, you said you're tired of truth. So, truth or dare?" Usagi asked.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Jul 8, 2009 2:22:23 GMT -5
Mamoru shook his head in denial, though he didn’t actually voice his thoughts knowing she’d probably object. He still believed that it had been his responsibility, he had been taking advantage of her, therefore it wasn’t her fault. His feelings were only made stronger by the fact that he was still sitting here wishing that he hadn’t had to pull back. The memory of her taste and feel only had him wishing for more. He was still very much hungry to feel himself cradled between her thighs with her writhing beneath him with pleasure.
He relaxed a little when she said that he was forgiven, but laughed a little mirthlessly when she said that a few moments ago she doubted that she knew what no meant. “Usa, a few moments ago I hadn’t been thinking much beyond pleasing you to the best of my abilities and taking you to heights you haven’t experienced before.”
Mamoru snickered softly and said, “Am I to assume that I wouldn’t be wearing this protective face gear? Wouldn’t I be getting hurt in this experiment of yours?”
He nodded briefly even though she couldn’t see it and murmured, “Still I wish I could take the experiences away from you, but you are right ... I can’t so perhaps it’s best not to dwell on it.”
Mamoru shook his head quickly and replied, “No I can’t take the chance that you wouldn’t give me another evil dare like the last one so I’ll take truth this time. It can’t possibly be as painful as the last thing you asked me to do. At least I hope so ...”
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