1/3 early AM Entrapment (Usa/Mamoru)

[Neo Queen Serenity]

"Uh... well you succeeded on the latter," Usagi replied, but she didn't want to give him any bad ideas by agreeing that's what he had done. She had gone farther than ever before, and even found herself a bit intimidated by how easy it was.

"Oh, I just thought you'd be braver than that," Usagi said pleasantly. "Besides, our control subject might choose not to wear protective gear. Weren't you say about how many honors I am bestowing on you by throwing things at you? Maybe he'd want to be so honored, too."

Usagi smirked as Mamoru chose truth. "Oh? Well, I know just what I am going to ask you. Earlier I was joking about a shoe fetish and you said that you prefer the shoes on the woman... does that mean you have a shoe fetish, or certain types of shoes turn you on? If so, which ones?" Usagi queried with a sweet, light tone of voice, but buried beneath was a tone of utter mischief.

[Chiba Mamoru]

Mamoru’s lips tilted up in a half smirk at her response, but he didn’t dare say anything. He didn’t need to make her annoyed, especially after she was being so forgiving.

“I’m brave, doesn’t mean I like being hit in the head with shoes.” He replied. “I’ll tell you what, if your control subject chooses not to wear protective gear then I’ll be brave as well.” Mamoru grinned and murmured, “You’re right ... I did say that. People would be honored to have you throw things at them.”

He chuckled lightly at her question and said, “Usa has anyone ever told you that you had an evil mind lurking under that innocent face of yours?” Mamoru shook his head before adding, “I believe what I said was that I preferred the woman wearing the shoe, not the shoes on the woman ... very different thing. I meant that I much preferred the woman, not what kind of shoe she was wearing. However,” He pondered the thought a moment before saying, “I like the high heels I think ... though not when you throw them at me. Those things hurt.”

[Neo Queen Serenity]

"Good. Now I just have to find this very ballsy control subject," Usagi laughed. "Maybe I'd choose one of those crazy suitors that had camped out on the lawn. I think I'd have fun throwing things at them." She shook her head and grinned when Mamoru acknowledged that people would be honored if she threw things at them. "You know, in my crash course in how to be a Queen those early months, they went over court procedures in the past... Apparently back in the 17th and 18th centuries, the most favored lords and ladies would be asked into the King's bedchamber and they would undress him and then put him in his nightshirt for bed. And it was apparently a really big honor to be able to pull off the King's stinky socks and carry them away to the laundry, and people would literally get into fights in order to touch the King's stinky socks... I was very terrified and told my tutors and Hikari that there was no way in hell the entire court was going to follow me into my bedroom at night and fight over who got to take my clothes off. Everyone fell over laughing, because I was serious, and thought that meant they wanted to reinstate the ritual or something... I thought I had killed them all, most of them were literally on the floor holding their stomachs."

Usagi snickered at Mamoru's response. "High heels hurt even more if you get stepped on... did you know that the pressure exerted on the stiletto heel is greater than that of an elephant standing on one foot? And they hurt too if you have to wear them all day long day in and out like I do." Usagi shook her head with amusement. "Lucan told me that they're named after a type of dagger, and that he knew of a model in New York who 'beat the shit' out of a mugger using her stiletto heels. I imagine that must have hurt even more than getting them thrown at you."

She stuck her tongue out at him in the dark, until she realized that he couldn't see it. "You forgot to ask me truth or dare now! Oh, well, I choose dare."

[Chiba Mamoru]

“Well just give me the word when you get someone, I’ll come stand there and allow you to throw shoes at me.” Mamoru grinned, but his grin faded a bit at the mention of the suitors. “You and me both ...,” was the muttered response. His good humor returned however at the story Usagi told next. He laughed loudly, wiping tears of mirth out of his eyes as he said, “Gods I love you Usa ... only you would be afraid you had killed someone with laughter.”

He shook his head and lightly said, “I wasn’t aware that they hurt so much to wear. They look nice, but maybe us men should start preferring to see a beautiful woman wearing flat shoes instead.” He nodded at the Lucan comment. “Lucan certainly knows a lot of odd information, but I guess it comes in handy at times.” He reached over and picked up one of Usagi’s thrown shoes and hit the heel against his palm. “I never thought about it, but I suppose they could be used as a weapon in a pinch. I agree having it thrown at me is a much preferable option then to being beat with it.”

Mamoru’s smile turned devilish the moment Usagi picked dare. “Ah finally you choose dare again, which of course means it’s time for me to get my revenge for you laughing at my poor injured dignity. I have to think about this one for a minute. I have to make sure I pick a good one for you.”

He thought quietly for a few minutes, idly tapping his fingers against the floor that he sat upon. Finally his smile grew in the darkness as he smoothly said, “You do realize that I could dare you to kiss me again don’t you, but I won’t ... I’ll be nice and just dare you to sing your favorite song in it’s entirety.”

[Neo Queen Serenity]

Usagi smiled in the darkness as Mamoru laughed loudly and freely. She had never really seen him stitches before, and while technically she wasn't 'seeing' him now, it was good to hear his vigorous laugh, even if she knew he was laughing at her.

"Well, you always enjoyed physics," Usagi reminded him. "and you're a doctor. Think what it does to a woman's body. It makes the butt and bust more prominent, but you're only stepping on a small portion of your foot so the pressure is tremendous and it hurts, even if you put in inserts or whatever." She giggled when he said that men should learn to love women in flat shoes. "Oh, my God. When we were discussing population and birth rate data projections in Japan, I learned that when high heels are in fashion, the world birth rate goes up, and when they're not, the birth rate goes down. So, my personal shopper and my political advisors and my wardrobe coordinators/consultants all sat down for a Very Serious Meeting. Since I've been known to start trends, they decided to have me keep wearing heels regularly, because we want the birthrate to increase in Japan right now, but if I travel to India or China, I am only to be wearing/photographed in flats, because their birthrate situation is different. Politics is in everything, including my shoes!"

Usagi began to grow nervous the more the minutes stretched out, and Mamoru's drumming his fingers against the floor was not helping her. He was going to come up with something really evil, wasn't he?

However, when he finally did give her her dare, Usagi was surprised. "Wow... you took all that time to think of that? That's not revenge at all! Though I can't pick just one favorite song," Usagi pouted. She loved all of Minako's stuff, but she couldn't sing any of that. It might get back to her friend that she had totally butchered one of her singles. She loved the Three Lights' old stuff, but Mamoru probably wouldn't appreciate that either.

Usagi sighed. "Can't I just kiss you? It's not like it's a Big Terrible Thing for me to do, even if you had dared me to do that I wouldn't have minded."

[Chiba Mamoru]

“I never thought about it like that before, but you are right.” Mamoru smiled when she begin giggling at his comment. However his smile faded once more when she mentioned that she had to wear heels regularly to increase the birthrate in Japan. He understood that she was the queen and everyone looked up to her, but in his opinion politics shouldn’t be in everything. At the very least she should be able to wear whatever she wanted to wear, within reason of course. Finally he responded with, “Has it been working then? Have you noticed more women wearing heels lately?” He tried to think back, but honestly he very rarely noticed what kind of shoes a woman wore. True there was always the random person that caught his attention momentarily, but he usually dismissed them soon after.

He shrugged lightly and murmured, “I thought of plenty of evil things I could do to you, but then like I said I decided to be nice.” Amusement colored Mamoru’s tone as he added, “Did you want me to pick something evil Usa? I’m sure I could accommodate you if you really wanted me to ...”

Mamoru’s grin returned at her next words. Did she seriously think he’d pass up the opportunity to kiss her? “Usa you do recall what we were doing a little while ago right? o you really think I’d prefer a song over a kiss? I’ll let you change the dare on two conditions. It’s not just a little peck on the cheek, that’s not a dare material. It has to be a real kiss or it’s no deal and if you ever come up with a dare I really don’t like I can ask for a new one ... otherwise start singing.”

[Neo Queen Serenity]

"They're definitely in style, but then again I see a lot of people wearing odangos now, too," Usagi remarked. "I can't take credit for heels, of course. And I have no idea on whether it's working to raise the birth rate in Japan, it's really just one little thing that goes into a big problem. The biggest issue will be changing discrimination against pregnancies in the workplace-- the laws are in place, of course, but it's changing attitudes that's going to be hard."

Usagi stuck her tongue out at him in the dark. "Well, I'd rather you be evil if you're going to use this opportunity to hold over me about how magnanimous you were to me, because that's just a passive-aggressive form of being evil."

She nodded at his conditions. "Fine with me, but you can only use your 'I-don't-like-this-dare' card once, and if the second dare I come up with you don't either, you have to pick between the two just like I did now, you can't just keep asking for new ones."

Satisfied, she crawled back over to him and sat down so that she was facing him, her body touching his side, but she wasn't all over him. Usagi began to feel slightly nervous, and she didn't know why. Maybe because it was a dare, she felt obligated to make it good, or something. Inhaling deeply, she leaned forward, and actually ended up bumping noses with him. Giggling a little at her mistake, she pulled back a bit, raising her hand to touch his face, so she'd know just how far away he was in the infinite blackness.

However, the moment she did, she felt a wave of emotion crash over her. He was so near, and yet she could only hear or touch him. She was blind in the dark, and it almost made her want to draw even closer. Her fingers brushed gently over his face, pushing back a lock of his silky black hair from his eyes. Usagi wet her lips, tracing down his jawline and letting her other hand raise to his shoulder. She leaned in, a frisson running through her as she met his lips with hers. At first she kept them closed, easing into the kiss and then parted them, allowing it to deepen. The game faded to the background as she lost herself in him again.

[Chiba Mamoru]

“While I haven’t really payed attention to what kind of shoes people have been wearing, I’ve noticed the increase in odangos actually,” Mamoru remarked thoughtfully, “though none of them wear them as well as you do.” He nodded in agreement when she continued with the discrimination against pregnancies. “You’re right, even with laws in place it’ll be hard to change the people’s attitudes. People rarely like to change how they think very easily.”

Mamoru smirked at Usagi’s response. “I never said I would hold it over you. I simply said I wanted to be nice. Can’t I be a nice guy once in awhile?”

He nodded and murmured, “Agreed, that all sounds fair to me.”

Mamoru listened as Usagi crawled across the floor and grinned when she settled down next to him. He remained still, allowing her to take her time and do whatever she wanted. Mamoru waited patiently in the dark, smirking just a little when she bumped noses with him. He resisted the urge to snicker at her, simply waiting to see what she would do. He didn’t have to wait long when he felt her touch his face.

He shifted a little as the intensity of his emotions surrounded him in reaction to her gentle touch. Mamoru forced himself to stay still, refusing to rush Usagi in her explorations. His pulse quickened and he began breathing just a little more deeply as she traced his jaw and then leaned in to actually press her lips to his. Though he trembled just a little with the effort to not take control, Mamoru continued to remain still as she eased herself into the kiss.

Mamoru didn’t react until she had finally parted her lips, only then did he take over. His hands slid to her hair and released her odangos, allowing her blonde hair to tumble down her back. Cupping her head, he kissed her gently, then again, his lips barely touching hers. His tongue ran across her bottom lip, tasting, tantalizing, then he kissed her deeply. He took his time this time, unlike earlier when things had gotten out of control. The desire for her still ran strong through his veins, but this time he kept it slow and tender, exploring her mouth carefully instead of with the wild abandon of before.

The game, the elevator, even the fact that they were waiting on someone to rescue them was no longer important to him. He barely thought about them as he lost himself to this moment in time.

[Neo Queen Serenity]

"Thank you, I would certainly hope so. Actually it's a little annoying, because I see people with crooked odangos or misshapen ones, and I keep wanting to correct them and it's really awkward. I know imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and all... but I'm kind of a perfectionist when it comes to odangos," she laughed. "Yes, it is difficult to change how people think, because you really can't change it at all. You can only influence people and trust that truth will speak to them, and enforce the laws that are in place. The best way to do that is to serve as an example."

She smirked back at him in the darkness. "You? Mamoru-baka, a nice guy? I don't believe it!"

Usagi let out a soft sigh against Mamoru's lips, allowing him to take over. These were not the chaste kisses of the past, nor the unbridled passion of earlier. He obviously knew what he was doing, and so she relented to him, hands sliding up his neck into his hair, even as he pulled the pins from her buns, sending her hair cascading down.

His gentle kisses, and then the deep one, only served to lure Usagi near, and she found herself pressed against him. Almost of their own accord, her lips broke from his, pressing a soft, tender kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then she kissed along his jawline to his neck, nibbling gently. The taste of his skin sent a thrum through her.

"Mamo-chan..." she murmured, feeling the heat of her own breath as it pulsed against his skin when she spoke. Usagi didn't know where that came from, but she hardly even noticed that she had spoken in the swell of desire and emotions that overtook her.

[Chiba Mamoru]

Mamoru snickered in amusement as he imagined her going up to some random person in the street to correct their odangos. The image was too funny. “Perhaps you should put out an edict on the official way to create and wear odangos in your hair,” he murmured teasingly. “I guess all you can do is wait and hope that they will get the idea. If all goes well, maybe the youngsters will learn better then their parents and eventually the world will change for the better.”

He sighed in mock disappointment. “So we are back to name calling and here I thought we had agreed not to call me Mamoru-baka ever again if I refrained from using the nickname I gave you Miss Odango atama. As for me being a nice guy, you were the only one to ever complain . . . other people seemed to think I was nice enough.”

Mamoru was very dimly aware that he should pull back once again, they were going to fall prey to their desires and go farther then they wanted if they weren’t careful. Only as quickly as the thought rose, he was overwhelmed by the intensity of the heat rising between them making it very difficult to think. As she pressed against him, her warmth seduced him and overrode whatever good sense he had remaining.

He sucked in a ragged breath as she kissed the corner of his mouth and then began kissing her way along his jaw line down to his neck. Gasping a little at how good it felt, he let her continue her nibbling for a few moments before gently tugging her mouth back up to his once more with a groaned “Usako . . . ”

Mamoru pulled away from her slightly so that he could kiss the curve of her jaw and the softness of her neck where her pulse beat, while strong hands possessively over the wealth of her unbound hair while he kissed the curve of her jaw and the softness of her neck where her pulse beat.

[Neo Queen Serenity]

Usagi laughed. "I just can't create a law about people having to wear odangos the right way, I would have to wait for it to come through committee and then I would put out a decree on how to wear them... Though honestly I would have to veto such a thing if it crossed my desk, it would infringe on people's civil rights. That would be a sad, sad day if I did..."

She smirked. "Oh, I'm sure there are other people who would contest your Mr. Nice Guy act than just me. I have witnesses for all those mean mean things you said to me in the past."

Usagi heard his gasp as she tasted his skin. It sent another thrill through her, and she wanted to make him gasp like that again. Moments later he was dragging her mouth up to his, murmuring her name... she wanted to make him say it again. Usagi's fingers found themselves loosening the knot of his tie, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt and she smoothed her hands over his chest, feeling the heat coming off of him.

Moaning softly, she arched her back as his hot lips touched her neck, her pulse jumping back at him beneath the skin. This time, she was the one to pull his head up, fingers beneath his strong chin, and claim his lips for her own, her tongue demanding entrance.

[Chiba Mamoru]

Mamoru grinned broadly. “Then you’ll just have to bare the annoyance I guess. Unless you want to send out your royal hairdresser to teach the world’s population how to correctly create and wear the queen’s hairstyle. She could teach a class, make a fortune even, and then there would be no reason for people to have crooked or misshapen odangos.” He knew he was being silly, but it was kind of fun to be something beyond his usual serious demeanor.

“Ah, but could they claim that I was ever mean to anyone other then you? Face it Usa. Most people viewed me as a nice guy until recently.”

When she loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, and smoothed her hands over his chest, Mamoru tensed before quivering beneath her hands. Her own moan only had him working harder to cause her to do so again. He was somewhat surprised when she pulled his head up and claimed his lips for her own, but he was more then ready to comply with her demands, the searing heat of her tongue touching his causing him to groan once more.

Mamoru shifted underneath her so that she was again straddling him. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer, groaning as her breasts pressed against his chest. As she was now straddling his lap, the sizable bulge in his pants was once again cradled between her thighs.

He pulled away from her mouth after a few moments, to resume kissing and nipping his way down her neck hungrily. His free hand purposely cupped one of her breasts, flicking the nipple through the material of her dress. He rocked upwards with his hips in an unconscious bid to thrust against her more intimately, even if they were both hampered with far too many clothes.

[Neo Queen Serenity]

Usagi laughed at Mamoru's suggestions. "I am my own royal hairdresser! I let them brush my hair and blow dry it, but when it comes to odangos, it's all me, baby. Though it would make a great auction for the clinic, a class for select individuals on how to wear odangos... Maybe I'd have to train someone," she laughed. "Maybe I'd have to teach it myself... I could put it down as a 'private speaking engagement' on the tax returns."

She shook her head at him, a smile still on her lips. "I think many people didn't know what to make of you, Mamoru. You didn't tease them like you did me, but you kind of keep to yourself. Lots of people idolized you, I think, but maybe nice isn't the word I'd use. Mysterious might be more like it."

He groaned. Twice. Usagi delighted in the sound, running her hands over the sculpted planes of his chest, admiring his body with her fingers in the darkness.

Her head tipped backwards, exposing the length of her neck to Mamoru's hungry nibbles and tastings. Usagi gasped sharply as he flicked her nipple, trembling at that sensitive touch. Once more, she felt wet, and found a sense of urgency was descending upon her.

"Mamo-chan," she demanded in a mumble, moaning louder as he bucked his hips, feeling his hardness pushing against her through the fabric of his trousers. She found herself turning, lying on her back now, and reaching an arm around him to pull him down to her, one leg wrapping around his. Usagi kissed him deeply again, frantically, her hands fisting in the material of his shirt and tugging it out from his pants.

[Chiba Mamoru]

“You’d probably get more for your auction if you taught it yourself. More people would want to win, some of them just to be able to spend some time with you.”

Mamoru shrugged lightly and said, “Just because a guy is mysterious does not mean that they weren’t nice. I didn’t engage in conversations much with them, but when they did speak to me I was always polite. They wouldn’t have claimed that I wasn’t a nice guy.”


His breath grew even more ragged when she ran her hands over his chest. He growled in delight when she tipped her head back exposing the length of her neck. When she gasped sharply in response, Mamoru’s kisses became more urgent, his nips longer bites as he made his way down past her neck to the valley of her breasts. He growled a little in frustration at the material of the dress, but nevertheless he licked, nipped, and nuzzled every inch of skin that was exposed to his questing mouth above the collar of her dress. His hands became more insistent as they roamed down her body, once more managing to tug the hem of her dress up past her hips.

Mamoru followed her down willingly, his weight settling partially over her, one of his hands once more sliding between her legs. This time his good sense did not reassert itself, as he was far too dazed by the desire that raged through him now to even be aware of the consequences. The only thing he was aware of was the woman under him.

“Usako . . . ” he growled before returning his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue deep into hers demanding a response. He kissed her deep and long and hard, while he applied a shocking pressure to her mound with his hand, fingers slipping beneath her panties to even more intimately stroke and hold her.

[Neo Queen Serenity]

Usagi smiled. "You do realize it's possible to be polite and mean at the same time? Nice... nice is a bit more... warm, than just polite." She was splitting hairs now, but she enjoyed the back and forth banter.

Usagi shuddered, panting as he tasted her breasts. They kept straining against her dress, wanting to be free and his to have. She struggled a bit, pulling her hands back from him order to tug the dress down, slightly. The seams protested but she couldn't possibly figure out how to use her own zipper now.

She returned his deep kiss, arching her back under his and pressing her womanhood into his hand. Her tongue dueled for dominance with his, and her fingers now found themselves threaded through his belt buckle, pulling out the long strip of leather and casting it aside. Her hands returned to him, squeezing his buttocks through the material of his pants. She was so lost in that she did not notice the elevator beginning to descend again, and then its slowing as it reached its destination. She only stirred as she heard the elevator doors open, and then a light was shone in on them. Usagi pulled back from Mamoru in shock, blinking at the brightness after being in the dark so long. She heard a male voice, and froze under Mamoru.

Oh, God... Oh dear God, no... Her eyes quickly adjusted, and she saw two tall men and a cat. Lucan, Luna, and Khalid.

No, no, no, no, NO! This was a nightmare! A very bad dream! She would just close her eyes and then she would awaken in her own bed. Mamoru was touching her THERE! And her hair was down, and her dress was... well, it was on her, but she certainly wasn't wearing it! And they were on the floor, and he was on top of her!

Usagi tried to move, but underneath Mamoru, that was well nigh impossible. She just stared at their 'rescuers.'

"IS NOTHING SACRED ANYMORE?!?!"