It's finally here! I'm so sorry to make you all wait this long for the ending but it's here! Now, this may not the be the last we see of this world, I don't know, but this is The End of the wacky neighbor AU I wrote on a whim so long ago. This chapter isn't as explicit as I originally thought it might be, but it's not G-rated either, so ... happy medium? ha ha.

let me know what you think! And check out my newest project, a collection of UsaMamo stories called Moonbeams and Lemon Dreams, the first chapter is a take on a curious trope, which three other fanfic writers are also trying their hand at.

Thanks to all my frands and my master beta (sorry for stealing from ykw) as always

Usagi stumbled out of her door, barefoot and yawning, cell phone clutched in her hand, hair a messy waterfall down her back. Mamoru stood by the elevator, blinking in surprise.

"That was… fast," he managed, slipping his phone into his pocket just in time, as he suddenly found his arms full of warm, sleepy girl. When they'd reluctantly parted ways after their mutual confession the previous evening, she'd told him to text her when he left for work, he didn't realize it was so she could make sure to get a hug goodbye.

"S-so early," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she looked up at him.

"It's eight o'clock," he pointed out as the elevator announced its arrival.

She snuggled her face into the starch of his shirt with a sigh, and his hands found their way to her pajama-clad waist. "Usako…" His voice was a gentle prodding but she paid it no mind and brushed a bare knee against his khakis.

"G'morning Mamo-chan," she mumbled, then lifted her face to look up at him, chin against his chest, eyes soft and half-lidded and laced with long, gorgeous lashes.

He ended up sending the elevator down empty. Twice.

Mamoru's ten hour shift turned into an eleven-and-a-half hour shift, and it was late when he dragged himself back out of the same elevator, shooting a longing look at Usagi's closed door. They had plans to see each other in the morning - his day off - because she knew he'd be coming home late and exhausted.

But still… part of him longed to knock and see if she was still awake, picturing her lounging on the sofa watching late-night tv with half-lidded eyes. He wondered if he'd hear the murmurings of the television through the wall of his bedroom, if an after-work phone call would be too forward, too rude, even if he knew she was already awake and so close. Shaking off his pathetic thoughts - he'd only just seen her, they'd only just gotten together, she'd been his girlfriend (the word still sent a shiver of disbelief down his spine) for less than 48 hours - surely he could be patient and wait until the light of day to see her again.

He didn't bother to turn on the light when he entered the apartment, just went through the usual routine: hanging up his coat and medical ID, emptying his pockets into the metal dish on the cabinet near the genkan, and setting his phone down on the counter. He was standing in the kitchen, loosening his tie and deciding between a glass of water or something stronger, when the knock came at the door.

Usagi started babbling as soon as he opened the door, even as she ducked under his arm and into the genkan. "I know it's late and you just this minute got home, but - I mean it's not like I was waiting or anything," she said, even though she was, well, not specifically (that is, she was working on her manga and just happened to be listening for the elevator, too, it's not like she couldn't do both at the same time). "I don't have to stay, I just kinda wanted to see you- I mean, say good night and all…" She dug the toe of one sneaker into the heel of the other one, not quite removing her shoes, unsure if the step would be presumptuous or not.

She knew Mamoru must be tired, his hair was slightly mussed and his tie was undone, as were the first few buttons of his shirt. Usagi didn't realize she'd pulled her lower lip into her mouth until her teeth grazed against it.

Finally able to get a word in edgewise, Mamoru answered, "You can come in, if you want." He hadn't moved much further back into the apartment yet, and although they weren't touching, Usagi was gleeful in his nearness. She removed her shoes and made to prance past him, but paused when his hand lifted to her face. The caress of his thumb along her cheek, his fingers along her chin, was tender enough that it made her eyes flutter closed even as her heart beat faster. In response, she lifted her chin for a kiss and he obliged, brushing his mouth against hers, warm and urgent and wanting.

With a delighted squeak that Usagi barely bothered to swallow, she bounced to her tip-toes and grasped his shirt in her fists, pulling him down slightly pushing herself up, her lips opening enthusiastically under his, the force of her movement almost knocking him off balance. His hands found their way to her waist, his palms a gentle centering presence, both steadying and exciting her with their warmth through the thin fabric of her dress.

She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, letting one hand curl through the silky hair at the nape of his neck, fingernails running along his scalp. They kept kissing, long and deep and barely time in between for breathing, her tongue stroking his, then slipping into his mouth to taste him, warm like chocolate. With a soft grunt he lifted her up, off the floor, and her legs wound around his waist automatically, hissing a bit as his belt buckle scratched the tender flesh of her thigh, his hands flexing around the shape of her buttocks as he held her.

And then he'd carried her to the bedroom, and she was laid among the expensive sheets that smelled of him, the dusky orange of the city light through the windows, the shadows dancing off windows and mirrors, his room. And he was next to her, raining kisses on her cheeks, her neck, his fingertips tracing her arms, her hair, murmuring her name like he couldn't believe she was real.

"Come on…" she managed to murmur, mouth against his throat, lips aching with the need to keep tasting him, protesting the distance as she pulled away. "You must be tired…" His hand trailed along her arm as she sat up, his skin warm and tempting like the soft sheets of his bed. "I can come back tomorrow…"

His fingers curled through her hair, his eyes looking up through tousled bangs, heavy-lidded and dark. "You could stay."

And god, she wanted to. Leaning for a kiss, she melted into warm lips and salt skin and those trembling, worshipful fingertips… "Won't you think…" she breathed, pulled back a bit to look at him, "I'm pushing you too fast…?" She was always the steamroller, always the proverbial hare in the fable, rushing and jumping and crashing and burning. This was so important, so precious, so special and delicate and real and what if-

Mamoru caught her face in his hand and kissed her again, long and soft, in a way that made her stomach drop. "Nine years, Usako," he reminded her, then, against her mouth.

His teeth pressed against her lower lip and she opened her mouth to the sweep of his tongue, and let herself fall back into his cradled hold, lowered onto the bed beneath him.

This time, there was no embarrassment or awkwardness when his arousal pressed into Usagi's belly, and she was free to revel in the aching pleasure that came from sliding herself against it, and the strangled moan that she could elicit from his throat. She melted into the warmth of his bed, this same place she'd slept alone all those nights ago, as he pined outside the door, the place where now the weight of his body pressed along hers as she arched up to him, his hands on her breasts, on her thighs, sliding across her belly… his breath coming in hitches and soft moans with each new trail along her skin. Inexplicably and maybe inevitably, Usagi finally felt complete.

The next morning Mamoru was halfway through his second cup of coffee and the Asahi newspaper when Usagi walked out of his room, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She was naked except for her panties and, like a modern day Lady Godiva, her hair fell across her chest and down her back. He looked at her like he'd never seen a woman before - she was the most breathtaking thing he'd ever seen.

"'Morning," she said, then blinked at him. "What?"

Usagi felt the slightest bit annoyed he was already fully dressed (and showered, too, it looked like… wasn't this his day off? Weren't they supposed to wake up together and spend the morning in bed?) when she was a mess of no clothes and mussed-up hair and smudged makeup.

"N-nothing," he said, clearing his throat and looking down at his coffee mug. "Asanuma is coming by in a bit."

"Asanuma?"

"I'm really sorry," he said, looking at her pleadingly, "I didn't want him to, but he was supposed to return my key ages ago and he's been putting it off for some reason and…" Mamoru spun his phone toward him on the counter and shook his head disbelievingly, "... he's in the neighborhood today and stopping by in a few minutes."

Usagi didn't seem upset; in fact there was a gleam in her eye that Mamoru might have found concerning, except that then she nuzzled up for a good morning kiss (or two, or three…) and oh, her hair felt so good slipping along her bare skin… The harsh sound of the buzzer was like a cold shower, and Mamoru silently cursed Asanuma even as he politely pressed the intercom to invite him in the building.

Soon enough, Mamoru was making small talk with his younger friend in the genkan, hoping his body language was enough to keep Asanuma from coming in and making himself at home, when Usagi emerged from where she'd darted into the bedroom with an "eep!" at the buzzer a few minutes ago.

"Asanuma! I thought I heard your voice!" Usagi clapped her hands in delight, a dimpled grin across her lovely face. "Hi again!"

Turning to face her, Asanuma's jaw dropped and his face instantly turned beet red. Mamoru's mouth fell open, too, slightly, at Usagi's choice of garment.

She'd apparently decided to make her appearance in Mamoru's shirt, buttoned to the top, which fell to just above her knee (longer than the mini-dress she'd worn over the night before but still somehow it felt so much more revealing).

"Tsu-tsukino-san, uh. Hi." He bowed and she returned the greeting, twisting a strand of loose hair around her finger. Asanuma's eyes darted from Usagi, to Mamoru, to the bedroom door, and back again.

"Thanks for returning the spare key," Mamoru said, as Usagi walked behind him into the kitchen and poured herself a mug of coffee - something which Mamoru had literally never seen her drink in her entire life.

"S-sure…" he looked like he wanted to say something else, thought the better of it, closed his mouth, and then looked at Usagi again, who was blowing on her coffee with a wrinkled nose. "Are y-"

"Yup."

"Okay, then. Well. Um. Bye."

"See you soon, Asanuma," Mamoru said. Usagi blew a kiss.

He turned to look at her after the door closed. "Do I want to know what that was about?"

Usagi abandoned her coffee and sat on the sofa, slinging her long legs over the armrest and watching the colorful fish swim by in the tank. "Nah, probably not."

He shook his head. "Motoki is gonna be so pissed he wasn't the first to know."

In hindsight, Mamoru considered, it really shouldn't be a surprise that in bed, Usagi could be loud, uninhibited, made to scream his name, head thrown back against his headboard, blonde hair strewn across his sheets, a sheen of sweat across her skin, voice as piercing and demanding and vibrating as when she yelled at TV dramas or squealed in delight over food, only this time it was aimed at him, and begged in breathless, deafening timbre to not stop, never stop, oh god, Mamo-chan, YES...

If it bothered 11A, he never said anything about it.

There was, however, the issue of 11C.

"Oh! Welcome back," Mamoru said, formally. He bowed and Tawase Yui bowed back, the many beads around her neck clicking together as she did so. "How was China?" He took his key from his pocket but didn't yet unlock his door, continuing to make small talk in the hallway.

"It was very nice, thank you. Just what I needed for inspiration." Tawase smoothed her bohemian maxi dress with her hand.

"Okay, done!" Usagi stumbled out of Tawase's apartment, in cutoffs and a tank top, wiping her forehead. "You are all unpacked and organized, and I'll be by tomorrow morning with your dry-cleaning and a black coffee. Then we'll be back at the studio for storyboarding?" She had her cell phone out and was tapping in it, brows furrowed.

"Chiba-san, this is my assistant, Tsukino. She's been apartment-sitting for me while I was traveling," Tawase said to Mamoru, and Usagi looked up and noticed he was there for the first time, blinked in surprise.

"Yes, we've meet," he said. From behind Tawase's back, Usagi shot him a 'what was that?' expression - she loved her boss, but Tawase could be a bit odd. How could she figure Usagi could live next door to someone for six months and not have met them?

"I hope she wasn't a bother," Tawase continued, politely. "She might be less quiet than I am."

"That is true," Mamoru said and Usagi's mouth dropped open in an offended little 'o'.

"I suppose I should've given my neighbors more warning," Tawase sighed, "since Tsukino is so young, perhaps you could have been on the lookout for parties and boyfriends accidentally setting the kitchen on fire…"

"To be fair, the fire was put out very quickly," Mamoru said.

Usagi buried her face in her hands.

"Well, thank you for taking care in my absence," Tawase said, bowing one last time and saying her goodbyes to Usagi before closing the door behind her.

Usagi turned daggers to Mamoru. "You're dead to me," she said, tossing one ponytail over her shoulder as she pressed the elevator button. Mamoru pocketed his key again, laughing and walked over to his girlfriend's side.

"C'mon, what would you have said?"

"Well I wouldn't have mentioned the fire!" she whirled and pouted.

"Is this something dessert will fix?" he asked, a smile pulling on his lips.

"It better be a dang good dessert," Usagi added, turning around again and crossing her arms.

"Should we order in?"

Suddenly Usagi's face went slack, and she looked at Mamoru in horror. "You have to move to a new place."

"What? Why?"

"Mamo-chan, you live next door to my boss. Your bedroom wall is her living room wall."

The elevator came and Usagi stepped onto it. Mamoru followed, considering.

"You could just be a little quieter, you know," he said.

"Is that what you want?" she asked him, looking up challengingly.

"Oh, god. I have to move."

The elevator doors closed on Usagi's smug nod.