Well, here it is people! The sequel to Temptations! FINALLY! This is going to be a bit more serious, but I'm going to keep it a bit lighter than some of my other stories. And don't worry, there will be plenty of hot and heavy naughty things between our favorite couple. I just kind of decided to do this on a whim, so I could be updating REALLY soon or I might take forever – like my other stories! I'll try and keep you guys updated on my profile, so if you don't hear from me, look there for updates and such. Hope you enjoy! And please review! -Lara1786
Attraction
Prologue:
The memory of smooth flesh meeting flesh, of hot panting and deep breathing were filling Usagi's mind as she squirmed in the passenger seat of Mamoru's car. She really had no idea what she was doing. Mamoru and her had just almost been found my Motoki in a very compromising position and now they were on their way to his apartment – presumably to finish what they had just started. She wasn't even sure what had started all of this. Why were they suddenly so attracted to one another? Why couldn't she forget the way he had felt pressing into her?
'No, don't think about that, Usagi. Figure out what the hell you are doing. Do you really want to have sex with Mamoru?' She turned and looked at the object of her thoughts. Noticing the way his midnight hair fell over his deep eyes in an extremely sexy manner, and how his big strong hands were gripping the steering wheel with what looked like a painful hold.
Yes, she most definitely wouldn't mind having sex with Mamoru. One small problem dwelled in her mind though: she had just experienced her first kiss but forty-five minutes ago. Granted it was with him, but wasn't she moving a little fast?
'Isn't having meaningless sex with Mamoru going to make me feel like a slut after?'
Her gaze was now fixed on her clenched hands in her lap. Vaguely noticing that her knuckles were white from the pressure, she released some of the tension by rolling her shoulders. The ride seemed to be taking forever, considering Mamoru's apartment was only about seven or eight blocks from the arcade.
'How do I know where he lives?' she thought and began to try and recall where such information had come from. 'Oh, I remember. Rei was bragging about having gone to his apartment and had wanted to prove how rich he is by telling us about the fancy apartment complex where he lived. I guess I mentally just logged it away for future reference.'
Funny, now that she thought about it, she had filed a lot of passing information about Mamoru away. Such as when his birthday is, how he took his coffee, that he preferred blondes over brunettes, he was studying to be a doctor, that he visited his parents graves on the anniversary of their death every year, that he volunteered at an orphanage outside of the city, and how he was extremely quiet and almost shy with everyone but Motoki and herself.
Odd, as much as they fought, she still considered him one of her best friends. Thinking back, she remembered one day that she had come into the arcade holding back tears and sobs. Motoki wasn't there yet and so she just sat at the counter trying to forget what had caused her distress. Then Mamoru had showed up and had immediately asked her what was wrong, suddenly discarding his usual antagonizing, and wrapping her up in a hug. He had finally urged her to tell him what had happened, and when she explained to him about a group of girls at school that didn't like her spreading a rumor about her after school 'activities', she thought he was going to punch the wall or something. After blowing off some of his steam, he sat her down in a booth and just talked to her.
Listening to her problems and helping her through them. Hell, he had even offered to help her study after that, but she declined. Why had she turned him down again? Oh yeah, that's right, she didn't think she could handle spending so much time with him. But it wasn't because she thought that they would fought, no, she was afraid that the warm feeling inside of her would begin to consume her if she spent more 'alone' time with him. Ironic, how some 'alone' time was what brought her to this moment of contemplation.
'What do I feel towards Mamoru? Do I…like him? Could all of our fights been a kind of foreplay?' She blushed at the thought of him having been turned on by their arguments. Now she began recalling how her heart always raced when she confronted him and how her palms became sweaty upon seeing him, and how she felt weak in the knees when he gave her a smile.
She knew that she was sexually attracted to him now, that was obvious by her hard nipples and slightly damp panties, but that didn't mean she wasn't still confused by the whole damn thing.
'I mean, when did this happen? Have I been attracted to Mamoru for as long as we've been going at one another's throats?' This thought sent her into another bout of questions. As Usagi tried to figure out her own feelings towards the man seated next to her, Mamoru was doing the same.
He had noticed as soon as they reached the car that Usagi was nervous. The clenching and unclenching of her little hands, interrupted by periods of wiping them on her skirt, was a dead give away. Considering this he re-thought what he was doing. He was now taking a 16-year-old girl back to his apartment to just have sex.
'Okay, so it'll probably be incredibly stimulating and long, sweaty, steamy, hot – Where was I going with this? It doesn't matter, but the point is, she's just barely legal, considering her birthday was only about 2 months ago, and not to mention that she's approximately 5 ½ years my junior.'
So she had basically initiated the whole thing by offering to clothe him, but he wasn't exactly innocent in the whole the act either. He was the one that stripped her of her shirt and bra, which was still MIA. With that thought, he glanced over at Usagi and noticed that her nipples were still erect and very obvious through her white school uniform top. He quickly turned his attention back to the road before he became too distracted and got them both killed.
'Did Motoki notice that before we rushed out of there? If he did, I'll rip him a new one – Whoa. Where'd that come from? Since when did I become so possessive over Usa? And when did she become 'Usa' to me?'
Just as he finished the thought he noticed that they had pulled into the parking lot. He briefly wondered how they got through the traffic safely when he wasn't paying much attention to anything but the girl next to him. After stopping the car in his spot and turning off the ignition, he turned to look at Usagi who was still sitting stiffly in the leather seat.
He didn't know what to do. The previous times that he had brought girls back to his place, they were both under the influence and his age and were usually the ones running things. Not to mention they weren't his Usa. But now after all the urgency was gone – for the want was most definitely still there, evidence of it was how he had a difficult time driving – he was using his brain and not thinking with the one between his legs.
Talking in the car was obviously not a good idea and it just made the conversation all the more awkward. Deciding as much, Mamoru reached out and took on of Usagi's pale hands into his own. He was surprised by how cold it was and quickly took the other and began to rub them to give them a little bit of warmth back.
At the first contact of Mamoru's hand on hers, Usagi jumped a bit, forcing herself from her thoughts. She felt him take her other hand and reluctantly looked up at his face and was surprised when she saw such care and compassion shown there. The look in his eyes made her bones melt and she visibly relaxed into the feel of themoment. Neither realized how long they sat there in the warm car, just staring into one another's eyes. Not really wanting to ruin the moment, but wanting to find out more about what was going on between the two of them, Mamoru broke the comfortable silence.
"Why don't we go up to my apartment. I think we need to talk." His voice surprised him, forit was almost pleading and he was actually worried that she had changed her mind and would ask to go home or something. But all his worry was for naught as she gave a small smile and a tentative nod. Returning the smile, he reluctantly released her hands and got out of the car.
As Usagi made to open her door, she found Mamoru there opening it for her and he even held his hand out to assist her. Finding such an action so gentlemanly and romantic, she blushed and let out a small giggle, dispersing the tension in the air. After accepting his hand neither relinquished their hold on the other and so the couple made their way towards the elevator hand-in-hand.
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