Mamoru didn't mean to take her by surprise, but he doesn't want to let her go again. He knows these are feelings she's likely experiencing, but they spent years without even knowing the other existed. When the connection was made again, it's like two halves of the same soul finally feeling complete, like a man in the desert finding water, like finding shade on the hottest of days. Mamoru had felt like something was missing, but he'd always assumed it had to do with growing up without parents. After meeting Usagi, he knew it was her that his heart longed for all that time.

His hand strokes through her golden hair and even with his eyes closed, he can imagine the way she looks, slender and beautiful beneath him. She likely doesn't realize how easily she takes his breath away. When she's Sailor Moon, her strength is more obvious, but there are smaller moments too. When she reaches out to connect with a lonely soul, when she stays strong in the face of adversity, when she laughs and the sun hits her hair in a certain light; Mamoru can name a thousand reasons he loves her.

Now, he wants to show that same affection. His lips stay connected to hers, moving in a slow, unhurried pace as his hands explore her body. It's still innocent enough despite the bed, but he can feel where it's going, where he wants it to go.

Finally, the kiss breaks as he raises up enough to pull his shirt over his head, his dark blue eyes made even darker in the moment.

"Usagi..."