For the First Time Version 1.5
By The Cap'n Mon Mon
I do NOT own Sailor Moon, don't claim to, and don't profit with the writing of this fiction. With that said, onward to the story!

Usagi's POV

For the first time, I had finished off a youma without the help of the scouts. The only one who helped me was you, Tuxedo Kamen. You threw your rose just in time to save me, once again.

As I stood there, basking in my aloneness, watching the pile of dust that was once a youma drifting away in the wind, I thought.

I was thinking of many things. Why you help me, who you were, what you are like behind the mask. I thought you had left as soon as the youma was dusted, like you always do, yet, I could still feel your eyes upon me. I felt you watching me intently like a predator watching its prey, waiting to strike. For some reason, I stayed watching the dust blow away in the wind, my right hand crossed under my left hand in front of my very short sailor-styled skirt, trying not to notice you. I guess I was just scared; scared of what might happen if I turned around to see you there, clad in your tuxedo, cape, hat and kamen. For some reason, I knew something was going to happen, but not yet what.

My breath came quickly as I knew you were nearing me, sneaking up on me silently. How I knew you were getting closer I still do not know. My breathing became even more shallow as you slowly moved closer, inch by torturously agonizing inch, until I was almost panting. Then, and only then, did I feel your gloved hands fall like padded weights on my shoulders, trace slowly down my arms, to my wrists, and back up at a tormenting pace. My breathing became hard and ragged as you took your right hand and traced down my jaw, to my chin, and back up, and again in slow, smooth strokes. Your other hand traveled down my side, slowly, around my flat stomach, to hold me by my waist against you, gently not letting me go.

As you continued your torment of tracing my jaw, you said, huskily, "Well done, Sailormoon."

I started to panic. I did not know what to do. You were behind me, pinning me to you with the slightest touch, though I knew you could hurt me easily if you wanted to, feeling the strength in your muscles against my fragile body. I wanted to run, to cry out, or just cry, but then, I somehow found the courage to say, "A-A-Arigatou, T-Tuxedo Kamen."

I was too scared to try to resist you. You were my dream guy, the one who always saved me from trouble, and yet I was scared to death of you. I knew you could hurt me, I was worried you would hurt me, but I was even more worried that you would leave me alone after all these intimate touches. I knew if you did it would hurt worse than if you beat me bloody.

You turned me slowly around to face you, cupping my face in your hands. You lowered your face down to mine, slowly... oh, so slowly. I thought you were going to kiss me, but I was too scared to move to get away from or welcome your lips. You stopped your face an inch from mine and asked me, "Are you afraid of me?"

I thought you had just read my mind, but then I realized I was trembling in your hands. I was shaking from the feel of your breath on my face, as ragged as my own, your steady hand on my cheek, almost trying to make me be weak in the knees, my legs threatening to turn to jelly. I shook harder with this newly acquired knowledge. I was falling apart in the arms of the man I dreamed of at night, yet hardly knew.

You were staring more intently at me though your kamen, as if silently urging me to tell you. You asked me again, even more gently, "Tell me truthfully, Sailormoon," punctuating the words with gentleness, "are you afraid of me?" The way your eyes search mine gives way to feelings of intense joy and shame. 'How am I supposed to answer that?' I move my head down, away from your prying eyes, my lips now trembling with our closeness. 'I am, truthfully, scared to death of you.'

I try to step back from you, but you take arm and wrap it around my waist, pulling me gently towards you again. I do not look up for fear that, if I look in your eyes, I will fall apart.

Your perfect midnight-blue eyes... ones that I could drown in and never want to be rescued. They hold the key to your soul, but your mask hides the entrance. I know you do not want to let me in, but I think you care for me still. You saved me time and time again and now you are trying to be intimate with me; why are you still hiding secrets?

"I...I...I..." I manage to choke out, looking down at my feet. I tremble even harder from fear and your seductive presence. You take your cape and entwine me into your embrace and I take in your scent. Just as I thought, roses. This feels almost... familiar, safe. Maybe even... right?

"Do you not want to answer me now?" you ask, sensing my discomfort. Can barely shake my head 'no' and you are holding me tighter, telling me that it's okay. "You don't have to answer me right now, Sailormoon. Although, we might want to continue this somewhere a little more... private."

"What do you mean?" I ask, scared stiff by your suggestion. 'He isn't going to do anything to me, is he?'I knew that if you were going to do anything to me, you could do it without even breaking a sweat, no use resisting.

"I meant," you explain softly, "There might be people coming, and we wouldn't want to be interrupted like this," you motion to our embrace, "would we?" .

"No, I guess not," I conceed. "But where are we going, if I may ask?" I say, gaining a little more confidence in myself, shaking less and looking you in the face.

You smile a raw, lopsided grin, "Wouldn't you like to know?" With that, you take me into your arms and jump rooftop to rooftop.

End part 1