Mamoru was here, Mamoru was here and she was in his arms. They were currently in her bedroom where she had ended the grand-tour of the house, his house now.
Their home.
She had closed the door behind her, looking up at him and holding onto him because he had a lot of hugs and holding to make up for.
Usagi reached up and held his cheek, looking into his eyes.
"So that's the house," she whispered softly. "We can figure out which room you want but... for now you can stay here in mine." She had the master bedroom, after all. She reached up to card her fingers through his hair.
"I'm so happy you're here, Mamo-chan, I've missed you so..." her voice caught and she swallowed as her eyes started to burn a bit. "So much."
Though it hadn't been nearly as long for him as it had been for her, as they'd toured the home together, he started to feel the sense of loss, as if he too had been missing her. Mamoru didn't know if it was their connection or just his sense of empathy, but the cause didn't matter. All that mattered is that the pain of separation could leave.
Holding her close, he noted how perfectly Usagi's slender form fit into his arms. His hand caught her chin, his thumb stroking her jaw. She's breathtakingly beautiful.
"I'm here now." Bending so he could be closer, he pressed his lips to her, stealing a kiss and reminding her of the bond that nothing could break. "I'm here, and I'll do everything within my power never to leave you alone again."
That had already happened far too many times, including once by his own decision. Still, going to America would have still allowed them contact. This? Hadn't.
She kissed him back as well, he had a lot of kisses to make up for too, as far as she was concerned.
"I love you too," she whispered as she kissed him a bit more and shivered as a bolt of electricity traveled down her spine and pooled in her stomach in the way that only he could make her feel. She pressed against him, a bit more desperately, a bit more needily.
"Mamoru.... Mamoru," she would say his name over and over like a prayer. "You still... I've definitely missed your kisses," she smiled against his lips.
He felt like he could kiss her forever. Her taste was addictive, and when those feelings turned physical, there was so much to express. How could one single touch show how much he loved her? It wasn't possible. That was why a singular kiss was never enough.
"I have a lot of them to make up for."
How many kisses did he owe her for all the missing years? It was far too many to count so he'd just have to kiss her in excess to make sure he didn't miss a single one.
Spinning them around, he urged her to the bed. If nothing else, they could be more comfortable while kissing; it didn't feel like it would be stopping anytime soon.
She stumbled a bit, falling to the bed a bit unexpectedly, but smiling as she was on it and pulled him to her to kiss him again, to be kissed by him again and again.
Usagi rested back, her fingers making light circles on his neck as she parted her lips to seek out his tongue with her own. Chaste kisses she could have from anyone, this? This was for him and him alone.
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.
Oh now, there was a view she had sorely missed. Imagining it in the dead of night as she ached for him and tried to handle it herself was not the same as having him above her like that. As his hands roamed her body, she jumped and trembled, parts of her body not having been touched by someone like that in a very long time.
Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled off his shirt and she let out a sound of appreciation.
"Mamoru," her eyes soaked up his chiseled features and reached up, running her fingers along his abs before wrapping around his chest and letting her nails lightly run down his spine and along his shoulder blades.
She knows where it's going too, and she wants it to go there, she wants him. She knows he won't push her or press her any more than she's ready for and she wouldn't push him any further than he's ready, but she has a feeling that won't be any issue tonight.
Her fingers ran along his jaw.
"I want you, Mamoru," she leaned up. "Make love to me," she whispered before kissing him again.
As composed as he may be, her very touch nearly makes him shiver, especially combined with the sight below him. Usagi is impossibly beautiful and as she ages, her beauty only grows. Mamoru could easily get lost staring in her deep blue eyes, and he can't help but watch the way her golden hair catches the light.
As she raises up, his hand slides around her waist to keep her in place so that they can continue the kiss a bit longer. There's no rush to get past this point, either. As good as being with her feels, every step of the process warms him from the inside.
Finally, this one breaks as well.
"I want you, too." Another quick peck. "I love you." Another. "Raise your arms."
He reaches out to lift the shirt or dress over his head.
"Mnnnnn," she sighed in content at those words and lifted her arms above her head, helping to shimmy out of her dress and she suddenly became a bit shy, she hadn't been in a situation like this in literal years.
"Just... go slow," she whispered, shifting her legs along the side of his hips, heat pooling between them.
"It's been... it's been a while, Mamo-chan," she blushed, swallowing. "I may be a bit out of practice."
It seemed as if he couldn't keep his lips away from hers. He stole another kiss before allowing his hand to drift down her body, feeling along her chest and stopping to allow his hand to feel along the curve. This is a part of her body that can bring pleasure to both of them.
"I'll always be careful."
He loved her too much to want to hurt her -- not that he would have tried to hurt her otherwise. But this was something she trusts him to do well. He couldn't betray that. So, even now that she no longer wears her dress, he isn't going to rush into it. Instead, he began to kiss her skin, kissing along her throat.
Besides, as cool as he seemed, he was also prone to embarrassment when it came to matters of the heart. However, in his mind, they had been together recently so he could remember what she enjoyed.
She's not complaining at all the kisses. She kissed him and would have kissed him again but she broke it when his hands roamed her body and began to trace along the skin of her breasts. At his words, she smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as her fingers carded through his hair.
"I adore you," she whispered.
Soft sounds of content and pleasure came from her lips as he kissed along her neck and she tilted her head to give him more room. Her fingers lightly scratched along his shoulder blades. The weight, the heat, the solid feeling of him above her sent a jolt down her spine and she ran her finger along his calf. She moved to lick the shell of his ear.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she purred, hands moving down to the hem of his pants, lightly squeezing his ass through the fabric.
His breath was a hint of warm air on her skin because he wasn't pulling away. While one hand reached down to undo the button of his pants, the other held one breast in place for his mouth to glide over before taking into his mouth. Always skilled, Mamoru goy his pants ready before allowing the other hand to join in pushing them down. His mouth had to leave her chest temporarily but once his pants were pushed away, he was back to worshipping her body.
When he strokes her breasts, only to replace it with his mouth, she groans and arches a bit into his mouth, her skin touching his and eliciting a greater warmth in her.
She whined when his mouth pulled away but she wasn't disappointed when his pants were gone and they were both just in their undergarments atop her bed. But even that was too much fabric in her opinion. While her body jumped and her breath hitched as he kissed her and touched her and made her feel like the goddess she was.
But Usagi wouldn't leave Mamoru unattended. Her hands reached between their body and her fingers traced his length over the fabric and she groaned at the warmth there. It had been awhile since she had had his manhood in her hand. She stroked it through the fabric, before her fingers slipped under and past the hem and she held him in her hand.
Mamoru exhaled loudly when she wrapped her hand around him. It hadn't been nearly as long for him as it had been for her, but it always felt amazing to be in her hand. For a few more moments, he couldn't do anything more than kiss her, to once more memorize her sweet taste.
It's not possible to love someone more than he loves her.
His hand, so much larger than hers, slides along her stomach before slipping into her panties as well. He's as gentle as promised and only a single finger finds its way into her folds.
"Usagi." Another kiss. "Tell me if it's too much."
When a finger entered her, her grip loosened on his length and her other hand gripped the bed sheets. Oh, oh.
"No, not- not too much," she swallowed. It felt so good to have him back. She closed her eyes and she was getting wetter around him just from him entering her.
Usagi began to stroke him again and lightly rolled her hips. "Keep going, please. Please, Ma-Mamo-chan, don't stop there."
"I'm not going to stop, but I don't want to hurt you."
When he felt his finger moving with more ease, he added a second.
"You said it's been a while so we have to be slower." He couldn't hurt her like this. It would be something he'd never forgive himself for. Even if it meant delaying what they both wanted, he'd be patient.
Another kiss. He wasn't able to stop. "But I'll make you feel good. Trust me." His fingers curled up inside of her, seeking the spot that would drive her wild.
Her breath caught in her throat as another finger entered her and played with her and she leaned her head back into the bed.
And then when he rubbed against her clit she let out a long, low moan and her whole body seemed to want to curl around Mamoru and pull him in. She moaned as he kept rubbing against her and she arched her hips, rocking against his hand.
"I do. I trust you, ah... ah, Ma-Mamo-chan," as she rocked against his hand she pulled her hands away grip his shoulders, her nails digging into him as she sought purchase to rock harder.
His fingers moved until he could feel her body ready to accept him. Finally removing his hand, Mamoru kissed her lips, allowing it to linger again.
"Usagi..."
He wanted to move faster, to feel himself surrounded by her warmth, but not if the price is her pain. With the previous preparation, he hoped it would be enough as he adjusted himself between her legs.
Usagi moaned into his mouth as he kept stroking her and she got wetter and wetter around his fingers, rocking her hips against him. When he called her name she almost didn't hear it over the pounding of her heart.
When his fingers pulled out, she mourned the loss, almost, almost reaching down to stop him but then she felt his hard cock and inhaled, blushing but so very eager. She moved to rub herself up and down along his length, moaning and shaking as she felt the pulsing heat of his cock along her entrance as she covered him with her.
"Yes, yes, god yes, please," she begged with a kiss in between each word as she rubbed up and down along his cock.
Normally, it would flow more easily, with their bodies tangling more quickly unless they intentionally took the time to explore and tease. Tonight, he wanted to ease her back into it, wanted to make sure his eagerness didn't result in her pain. She's far stronger than her slender form hinted, but that didn't mean he wanted to risk something special by moving too fast too soon.
But he was at his limit. With her permission and after preparation, he was ready. Mamoru pushed forward, his eyes closing in pleasure as he felt her tight warmth envelope him. Inch by inch, he felt himself swallowed until he was finally resting flush against her body.
"Nnn..Usagi."
Finding yet another connection with their lips, he wasted no time in setting a pace, his hips rolling to withdraw, only to push himself forward inside of her once more.
"Mamoru!" she moaned out his name as he entered her and she panted when he was fully seated and her hips were tight against his.
They were connected again, in a way that only he could provide. She panted as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his hips, crossing her ankles. She whimpered as his hips rolled and he pulled out and in and -- oh god.
"Ha... Mamo-chan," she kissed him and rolled her hips in return, keeping the pace slow as it had been a while. She leaned her head back as a soft hitch came from her throat as she kept rocking to meet him. "It's... so good... Missed you so much, Mamo-chan, nnn... faster, please," she kissed him again.
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Their home.
She had closed the door behind her, looking up at him and holding onto him because he had a lot of hugs and holding to make up for.
Usagi reached up and held his cheek, looking into his eyes.
"So that's the house," she whispered softly. "We can figure out which room you want but... for now you can stay here in mine." She had the master bedroom, after all. She reached up to card her fingers through his hair.
"I'm so happy you're here, Mamo-chan, I've missed you so..." her voice caught and she swallowed as her eyes started to burn a bit. "So much."
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Holding her close, he noted how perfectly Usagi's slender form fit into his arms. His hand caught her chin, his thumb stroking her jaw. She's breathtakingly beautiful.
"I'm here now." Bending so he could be closer, he pressed his lips to her, stealing a kiss and reminding her of the bond that nothing could break. "I'm here, and I'll do everything within my power never to leave you alone again."
That had already happened far too many times, including once by his own decision. Still, going to America would have still allowed them contact. This? Hadn't.
"Usagi... I love you."
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"I love you too," she whispered as she kissed him a bit more and shivered as a bolt of electricity traveled down her spine and pooled in her stomach in the way that only he could make her feel. She pressed against him, a bit more desperately, a bit more needily.
"Mamoru.... Mamoru," she would say his name over and over like a prayer. "You still... I've definitely missed your kisses," she smiled against his lips.
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"I have a lot of them to make up for."
How many kisses did he owe her for all the missing years? It was far too many to count so he'd just have to kiss her in excess to make sure he didn't miss a single one.
Spinning them around, he urged her to the bed. If nothing else, they could be more comfortable while kissing; it didn't feel like it would be stopping anytime soon.
"I'll be sure to pay extra."
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Usagi rested back, her fingers making light circles on his neck as she parted her lips to seek out his tongue with her own. Chaste kisses she could have from anyone, this? This was for him and him alone.
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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..."
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Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled off his shirt and she let out a sound of appreciation.
"Mamoru," her eyes soaked up his chiseled features and reached up, running her fingers along his abs before wrapping around his chest and letting her nails lightly run down his spine and along his shoulder blades.
She knows where it's going too, and she wants it to go there, she wants him. She knows he won't push her or press her any more than she's ready for and she wouldn't push him any further than he's ready, but she has a feeling that won't be any issue tonight.
Her fingers ran along his jaw.
"I want you, Mamoru," she leaned up. "Make love to me," she whispered before kissing him again.
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As she raises up, his hand slides around her waist to keep her in place so that they can continue the kiss a bit longer. There's no rush to get past this point, either. As good as being with her feels, every step of the process warms him from the inside.
Finally, this one breaks as well.
"I want you, too." Another quick peck. "I love you." Another. "Raise your arms."
He reaches out to lift the shirt or dress over his head.
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"Just... go slow," she whispered, shifting her legs along the side of his hips, heat pooling between them.
"It's been... it's been a while, Mamo-chan," she blushed, swallowing. "I may be a bit out of practice."
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"I'll always be careful."
He loved her too much to want to hurt her -- not that he would have tried to hurt her otherwise. But this was something she trusts him to do well. He couldn't betray that. So, even now that she no longer wears her dress, he isn't going to rush into it. Instead, he began to kiss her skin, kissing along her throat.
Besides, as cool as he seemed, he was also prone to embarrassment when it came to matters of the heart. However, in his mind, they had been together recently so he could remember what she enjoyed.
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"I adore you," she whispered.
Soft sounds of content and pleasure came from her lips as he kissed along her neck and she tilted her head to give him more room. Her fingers lightly scratched along his shoulder blades. The weight, the heat, the solid feeling of him above her sent a jolt down her spine and she ran her finger along his calf. She moved to lick the shell of his ear.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she purred, hands moving down to the hem of his pants, lightly squeezing his ass through the fabric.
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His breath was a hint of warm air on her skin because he wasn't pulling away. While one hand reached down to undo the button of his pants, the other held one breast in place for his mouth to glide over before taking into his mouth. Always skilled, Mamoru goy his pants ready before allowing the other hand to join in pushing them down. His mouth had to leave her chest temporarily but once his pants were pushed away, he was back to worshipping her body.
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She whined when his mouth pulled away but she wasn't disappointed when his pants were gone and they were both just in their undergarments atop her bed. But even that was too much fabric in her opinion. While her body jumped and her breath hitched as he kissed her and touched her and made her feel like the goddess she was.
But Usagi wouldn't leave Mamoru unattended. Her hands reached between their body and her fingers traced his length over the fabric and she groaned at the warmth there. It had been awhile since she had had his manhood in her hand. She stroked it through the fabric, before her fingers slipped under and past the hem and she held him in her hand.
"I forgot how big you were," she panted.
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It's not possible to love someone more than he loves her.
His hand, so much larger than hers, slides along her stomach before slipping into her panties as well. He's as gentle as promised and only a single finger finds its way into her folds.
"Usagi." Another kiss. "Tell me if it's too much."
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"No, not- not too much," she swallowed. It felt so good to have him back. She closed her eyes and she was getting wetter around him just from him entering her.
Usagi began to stroke him again and lightly rolled her hips. "Keep going, please. Please, Ma-Mamo-chan, don't stop there."
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When he felt his finger moving with more ease, he added a second.
"You said it's been a while so we have to be slower." He couldn't hurt her like this. It would be something he'd never forgive himself for. Even if it meant delaying what they both wanted, he'd be patient.
Another kiss. He wasn't able to stop. "But I'll make you feel good. Trust me." His fingers curled up inside of her, seeking the spot that would drive her wild.
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And then when he rubbed against her clit she let out a long, low moan and her whole body seemed to want to curl around Mamoru and pull him in. She moaned as he kept rubbing against her and she arched her hips, rocking against his hand.
"I do. I trust you, ah... ah, Ma-Mamo-chan," as she rocked against his hand she pulled her hands away grip his shoulders, her nails digging into him as she sought purchase to rock harder.
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"Usagi..."
He wanted to move faster, to feel himself surrounded by her warmth, but not if the price is her pain. With the previous preparation, he hoped it would be enough as he adjusted himself between her legs.
"Are you ready?"
He is. More than.
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When his fingers pulled out, she mourned the loss, almost, almost reaching down to stop him but then she felt his hard cock and inhaled, blushing but so very eager. She moved to rub herself up and down along his length, moaning and shaking as she felt the pulsing heat of his cock along her entrance as she covered him with her.
"Yes, yes, god yes, please," she begged with a kiss in between each word as she rubbed up and down along his cock.
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But he was at his limit. With her permission and after preparation, he was ready. Mamoru pushed forward, his eyes closing in pleasure as he felt her tight warmth envelope him. Inch by inch, he felt himself swallowed until he was finally resting flush against her body.
"Nnn..Usagi."
Finding yet another connection with their lips, he wasted no time in setting a pace, his hips rolling to withdraw, only to push himself forward inside of her once more.
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They were connected again, in a way that only he could provide. She panted as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his hips, crossing her ankles. She whimpered as his hips rolled and he pulled out and in and -- oh god.
"Ha... Mamo-chan," she kissed him and rolled her hips in return, keeping the pace slow as it had been a while. She leaned her head back as a soft hitch came from her throat as she kept rocking to meet him. "It's... so good... Missed you so much, Mamo-chan, nnn... faster, please," she kissed him again.