I have been through hell and back these past couple of months
and not once have I touched this story. Forgive me. My exams.
My life. My stress. My birthday -.- Everything caught up. But
here I am with the third installment. God. I am so sorry! >.<
Poo. Can you ever forgive me? :( I am a bad author! Anyway.
Hope you enjoy this next chapter. It’s not as long as the last
one I promise ^^;; MUAH!
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Author: Cher
Email: Usachi_10@hotmail.com
Homepage: http://www.geocities.com/mavercadaver/
Rated: R (For language)
Stark White Christmas
It had been a long day. After her departure from the manor,
Usagi had spent the rest of the afternoon at the hospital where,
after she had checked up on a distressed patient, it seemed that
emergency operation after emergency op seemed to just roll
into her operating theatre.
She had just put her feet up, switched on the TV and sunken
into her couch when she heard a brisk knock at her front door.
She closed her eyes, mentally urging the visitor to leave.
Two more knocks.
Usagi groaned loudly, pushing herself onto two sore feet to
make her way to the front door.
Three more knocks this time, then what sounded like a male
grunt.
"Just a second."
Usagi looked down at her attire. Sweat pants resting on her
hips and a sports crop top. She prayed that it was Makoto or
someone close.
Closing her eyes, she grasped the handle of the door and swung
it open along with her eyes. Her eyebrow instantly shot
upwards.
"Mmmm you look great even in sweats."
Motoki stood, with a lopsided grin, a packet of potato chips and
a six pack of beer.
"Motoki what are you doing here?" Usagi closed the door behind
her as he brushed through to her lounge room.
"I was bored, Mamoru is brooding in his apartment and I can’t
get laid."
She pouted at him, taking no notice of his growing arousal. The
site of her midriff must have been too much for him.
"I’m hurt. I come after Mamoru on the possible lay list?"
Motoki laughed heartily. "What can I say? Mamoru just treats
me like the naughty boy I am."
Usagi rolled her eyes, pushing Motoki onto the couch, snatching
the packet of potato chips from his hand.
"Ok that’s enough, I think those mental images have grossed
me out enough."
He winked at her, "just remember I like to be on top and my
bodies hotter than Mamoru’s."
Usagi laughed, "how could I leave those important factors out."
"Exactly."
He opened a bottle of beer for Usagi, passing it over to her
before grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels.
He needed a distraction from Usagi’s body. He wanted to be her
friend yes. Her good friend, but he couldn’t help but feel
aroused by her. She was, as Mamoru put it, gorgeous.
"How was work?" He didn’t dare take his eyes off the TV as she
took a long swig of the beer. It would have been too much for
him.
"Oh you know. My feet are killing me, my head is pounding and
if I see one more emergency stretcher wheeled into my theatre I
think I’ll give up surgery and live in the mountains as a hermit."
"Christmas time huh?"
"Oh yeah. God I hate Christmas."
"I hear you. The benefits, the crowds, the shopping, the
family."
"Don’t remind me."
They looked at each other before laughing.
"Hey I know reflexology, want me to rub your feet?"
The offer was too good to pass up. Usagi’s feet were literally
throbbing. She grinned at her new friend, standing to retrieve
some massage lotion.
"You are way too kind." Usagi called from the bathroom.
She emerged wearing her white boxers that were short enough
to be classed as hot pants. Thanking the good lord that she had
shaved that morning, Usagi tossed Motoki the towel and the
massage lotion before resting her back against the arm of the
couch and resting her feet in his lap. Motoki chuckled as she
wiggled her cherry painted toes.
"You have no idea how much I’ve been lusting after one of
these." Usagi closed her eyes as Motoki rubbed the lotion into
her sore feet.
"Glad to be of service." Motoki switched positions, kicking off
his shoes and leaning against the opposite arm rest, crossing his
legs beneath Usagi’s feet.
She was moaning when the phone rang. Her eyes shot open
and Motoki chuckled. He was pressing the points that connected
to her temples.
"Lucky, I was scared you were going to orgasm for a second."
Usagi smiled sarcastically. "Ha, ha. I happen to be very vocal
about pleasurable things. You should hear me when I eat
mangoes."
"Now that is something I’d love to see. For now, answer your
phone."
Usagi rolled her eyes. "Yes mummy." She grabbed the portable
phone from the coffee table, "Tsukino speaking."
"I gathered that much when I dialed your number."
Usagi laughed.
"Mamoru, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you were
spending the night with Rei."
Motoki resumed his massage.
"I was, she blew me off. Said she ran into an old college friend
and was having dinner with him or something."
"So you called me?"
Mamoru heard the uncertainty in her voice.
"Yeah. I could do with some mental stimulation. You’re the
only woman besides Mizuno who comes close to my mental
level."
Usagi laughed at this. "Well perhaps you should have called Dr.
Mizuno and arranged a meeting. You could get laid and have an
adult conversation at the same time. Now that’s killing two
birds with one stone."
Mamoru toweled off his hair, still dripping wet from the cold
shower. He had been angered by Rei’s sudden disinterest. He
needed a release for the pent up desire Usagi had stirred in him.
He was looking forward to a night in bed with Rei but she had to
go off with her old friend.
"I could have done that, unfortunately for me however, Mizuno
and I are no longer ‘fucking’."
Usagi moaned as Motoki touched a tender spot. Motoki by now
had gotten used to her sensuous moans and was slowly
controlling his arousal. Mamoru on the other hand had just
faintly heard it. The effects of the cold shower completely
dissipated as he stared at his naked body, his manhood coming
to life.
"That’s too bad. What happened? Did she threaten your male
ego?"
Mamoru laughed. "No there was no threatening of the ego. She
was getting too involved with me. The woman flew from Japan
to New York just to spend a night with me."
"A little close for comfort then eh?"
"You got it."
She moaned again.
He tried to ignore it.
"So what are your plans for the evening? I’m sure you’re all
dressed up ready to shoot out for a night on the town." Usagi
winked at Motoki who chuckled softly.
Mamoru unfortunately heard this too. Jealousy surged through
his body. His fists clenched together. "No, actually I just got
out of the shower. Is someone there with you Usagi?"
"What?"
She moaned once again.
Mamoru thanked god that she didn’t hear the slamming of his
fist against the wall. Or that she couldn’t see the hole in the
wall he had just made, or the small cut that appeared on his
knuckle, trailing blood along the back of his hand.
"You’re not alone are you?"
Usagi frowned.
"No, is that a problem?"
"Who’s with you?"
Usagi grinned.
"Motoki. And you?"
He was tempted to slam his fist into the wall once again,
however he made do with tightening his grip on the receiver, his
knuckles turning white. His teeth clenched together as his jaw
jutted forward. Mamoru could feel the muscles in his neck
twitching. He was furious.
"Something wrong Mamoru?"
"I’m fine." He all but growled.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Perhaps I should go…you sound angry."
"No. I’m peachy fucking keen Usagi. How about you?"
She smiled then. "I’m feeling divine."
"Is that so? I wonder why."
"It’s simple really."
"I’m sure it is."
"Oh yes. Motoki simply gives the best foot massages. He
knows reflexology apparently. Just what I needed after a long
day at work."
She could practically hear his shock.
He felt the relief washing over him.
"It’s a shame you can’t be here, I’d be willing to practice my
foot massaging techniques on you."
Mamoru smirked at this.
"I don’t think I got the invite."
Usagi laughed throatily.
"Oh I was going to send one out but I was under the impression
that you would be spending the night with Rei. Unfortunate that
her college friend was in town. Did she say his name?"
Mamoru shrugged.
"It sounded like a rock. Some hippie name or the like. Probably
a child of the 70’s."
She laughed. He loved the sound of her husky laughter. It sent
shivers through him.
"Jadeite?"
"That’s the one."
"Wow, haven’t seen him since Rupert blew up at him."
Mamoru’s eyebrow rose.
"Do tell."
"It’s a long story. Quite boring really."
Mamoru smiled.
"Don’t bother, I’ve got some work to finish up. I’ll talk to you
later Usagi."
Usagi closed her eyes. She loved the way he said her name.
Like it was a goddess that he worshipped. She shook herself
inwardly. Why did he make her feel so giddy?
"Yes. I’ll speak to you then. Thank you for calling. I hope I
was stimulation enough."
When he laughed she almost jumped. He was sending her
insane. She had never desired a man the way she did him. She
knew this hidden desire was dangerous. He would hurt her.
She knew this. But she couldn’t help but feel that shudder as he
spoke.
"Believe me, you were ample stimulation. It was a nice change
from the perky dimwitted girls asking me what I’m wearing and
the like."
She grinned, "trust me I’ve been dying to know. It’s been on
the tip of my tongue the entire conversation."
He heard the sarcastic tone in her voice. He completely ignored
it. "Absolutely nothing."
Usagi frowned.
"Excuse me?"
His laughter was the only answer. He could hear her shock and
bafflement. He loved it.
"Goodnight Usagi."
"Thank you so much for the mental images." Her tone was dry.
"You’re most welcome. Pleasant dreams."
"You too Mamoru. I’m quite disappointed though."
Mamoru raised an eyebrow.
"Why’s that?"
"I was so ready to tell you that I just got out of the indoor pool
in my white triangle bikini. I’m still dripping wet."
Mamoru slammed his eyes shut, "….."
"Night Mamoru. Sleep well."
Mamoru groaned inwardly, "That’s a challenge in itself."
She was grinning when she hung up.
"You’re going to send that man insane."
Usagi laughed once again. And to think these were the same
two men she was arguing with just days ago.
"No one asked you massage boy, now keep rubbing."
Motoki grinned. "Yes mistress."
Heaven. It was the best word to describe this head on attack of
her neglected body. Two women working on her feet. Two
more on her hands and one on her hair. This is exactly what
she needed.
"This is the life. And it only gets better, next on the list is
shopping. We need a dress, shoes, accessories, jewelry, make-
up…"
"Mako please. Lets just enjoy this for now. I’m not even sure
I’m going to show up to this gala. You know I hate benefits."
Usagi cringed at the look on Makoto’s face.
"You hate everything now-a-days."
Makoto must have seen the small smile creep across Usagi’s
face. She raised a questioning eyebrow.
"What? You’ve met a new man haven’t you?"
Makoto leant closer to Usagi, causing the women working on her
hands frown. She settled back, looking at Usagi eagerly with a
sideways glance.
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps?!?!"
"No. I haven’t. I’ve just made a new friend."
"A new male friend?"
Usagi sighed. Her friends were impossible.
"Yes a new male friend and that’s all we’ll ever be."
"What’s he like?"
"He’s like you with a dick, what do you think?"
Makoto shot her a reprimanding glance.
"Usa you need to speak like a lady."
"Why? I’ll speak however I like."
"Stubborn."
"Who is?"
"You are!"
Usagi simply rolled her eyes. She just wished for once her
friends wouldn’t meddle in her affairs. She was sick to death of
the love advice, the life advice, the fashion advice even the diet
advice.
"Well I was going to tell you his name but if you’re going to be
like that then I think I’ll keep it to myself."
Makoto hung her head.
"I’m sorry. You just…urgh I’m trying to help you Usa and you
throw it back in my face."
"No. No see that’s the thing. Mako I don’t need your help. I
just want to do things my way. Why can’t everyone let me do
things my way. You got the chance. Minako got the chance.
Mother got the chance and Rei keeps getting chances. Please
for once just let me do something by myself."
Makoto smiled a serene smile.
"You’re right you know."
"I know."
"We just don’t want to see you make the mistakes we make."
Usagi winked at Makoto.
"Let me fuck up every now and then. That way it won’t happen
again. Let me learn from my own mistakes."
The grin on Makoto’s face was all the prompting she needed.
"Motoki Norton is his name. Would you believe the jerk off is
studying to be a surgeon. We actually have a lot in common."
"This wouldn’t have anything to do with the ‘surprise’ visit on
Tuesday?"
"Sure does."
"Wow. Who’d of thought. Now you just have to get as chummy
with Mamoru Chiba and you’re set."
Usagi laughed at the thought.
"He’s sleeping with Rei."
"Motoki?"
"Mamoru."
Usagi saw Makoto’s shock. She grinned at this.
"Well shit. I never knew he was getting cozy with your sister.
I’d never have forced you into this if I did. Oh gosh, Rei doesn’t
know about my plans does she? I’d hate for him to get an idea
and break her heart."
A small chuckle was all Makoto’s questioning eyebrow needed
before it rose once again.
"They have a simple arrangement. Their relationship is purely
based on sex. Honestly Mako can you imagine such a thing?
Rei just, God I don’t know she’s so blaze, letting a man use her.
I’d never be able to sleep with a man like that. I’d feel like a
cheap whore."
The woman working on her toenails looked up at this. She
grinned as she popped a bubble of gum in her mouth.
"You probably haven’t had that world shattering orgasm yet
then eh? And if this Mamoru Chiba is half the man he looks on
the TV or the magazines say he is then I’d say this Rei character
is a very lucky girl."
Usagi looked down on the woman who wore a goofy grin. She
laughed heartily. "Perhaps that might be, but Mamoru Chiba is
a selfish, arrogant, womanising man whore."
Usagi watched as Makoto winked at the beautician. "Don’t get
her started on Mamoru Chiba, we’ll be here all day otherwise."
All the women burst into laughter.
Usagi was doing her rounds, she had an operation that
afternoon and had twelve patients to check up on in the space of
an hour before she had a meeting scheduled with the hospital
board then prep for the operation followed by a summary of the
operation which would have to be hand delivered to the board
before she knocked off. Or did the meeting come after six check
ups then another six following.
Usagi stopped mid walk to ponder this. She’d been working so
long she’d almost forgotten her schedule.
Shaking her head in wonder, she trotted over to the wall phone
and punched in her office extension.
"Dr. Tsukino’s office, Naru speaking."
"Sweetie it’s me. I’ve done it again."
Usagi heard the bubbling laughter of her secretary.
"You really need to cut back on the late nights Doc."
"I know, I know."
"Got it, you got twelve check ups, meeting, op, report, deliver
and I just got a message from a Mr. Cheeba?"
"Cheeba?"
"I think so. I can’t read the writing. Here let me say the
message. ‘Care for an intellectual chat? I’ll be waiting for you
at the Berlin Bar at 6pm. Don’t be late. Mamoro Cheeba.’
Sounds like you got yourself a date Doc. Guys got some messy
writing though."
"That’s Mamoru Chiba, Naru. Can you note that into my diary.
If he drops by again tell him I’m on call and I’ll have to see what
I can do. Get his cell phone number would you?"
"Will do Doc. See you in a few hours?"
"A few plus a few more. I’m flat out for the rest of the
afternoon. Take messages for me yeah?"
"That’s what I’m paid for."
"You’re a gem."
She hung up. So he wanted to meet with her. Rei must have
been serious when she said she’d drop everything for Jadeite.
Even an evening with Mamoru Chiba. Interesting. A chill ran
across her neck. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone
was watching her.
Turning suspiciously, Usagi scanned the crowded hallway.
"Behind you dear."
He was standing practically pressed up against her. His breath
tickling her neck. Usagi closed her eyes and counted to ten.
"I’m on call this evening."
"I heard your conversation to your secretary."
"Do you always eavesdrop?"
"Only on beautiful woman."
She blushed at this. He was doing crazy things to her body.
She felt an unknown pulse in her stomach. Had she never felt
this kind of desire?
"Did you do something to your hair?"
They were standing so close to one another that she felt heat
from his body. The hallway was beyond busy. His body was
pressed against hers. Her back resting on the metal shelf of
medical items.
She had to control her legs from failing her as he leant in and
took a long sniff of her hair. Usagi could see the stubble on his strong jaw line. The muscles beneath his navy shirt. She
wanted him so badly.
"I had a treatment this morning. Makoto practically dragged me
to the salon."
"Smells great." He purred this into her ear. sending shivers
throughout her body.
"Thanks."
She raised her hands to rest on his chest and pushed
backwards.
"I’m flat-out this afternoon. Perhaps we can talk tonight?"
"Only if you meet with me."
She frowned. Why did she feel this nervousness? Why did she
feel that she couldn’t trust herself alone with him.
"I’ll have to see. I’m on call. It’s Christmas time."
"Meet with me."
There was something demanding about his tone. She felt like a
child.
"Mamoru."
"Usagi."
She rolled her eyes.
"Fine. But if I get any shit from this, it’s your head on the
chopping board."
That rouge grin was enough to send her insane. She counted to
ten once again.
"I’ll see you at 6 Usagi."
"Yes. See you then."
She walked away shaking her head. Why did he make her feel
so…helpless? This man was doing wicked things to her.
He was staring at the doorway like a hawk. Waiting for her.
Thinking about her. Imagining her in his bed.
He shook his head as images of them fled his thoughts. This
woman was stirring something in him that he’d never felt. It
couldn’t be the hinting of love could it? That is not possible.
Mamoru Chiba doesn’t love. What would happen if New York’s
number one bachelor of the year fell in love.
Chaos. He told himself calmly. He wasn’t falling for Usagi. He
was simply lusting after her because she was one of the only
women who had resisted his charms and hints so far. That and
she was gorgeous.
She was also twenty minutes late. Usagi Tsukino was going to
get it the minute she walked into that door. That is if she even
bothers to show up.
Mamoru couldn’t help but feel that touch of despair at the
thought of being stood up. She wouldn’t dare do that to him
would she?
He tensed as he felt two delicate hands rest on his shoulder, a
hot breath tickling his ear.
"Forgive me. I’m twenty minutes late."
He swallowed.
"Forgiven. Care for a drink?"
"I’d love one."
He gestured for the waiter, grabbing her hands in his own and
leading her to sit beside him.
"Your hands are soft. You got the whole bit didn’t you?"
"Excuse me?"
"You mentioned your friend took you to the salon."
"Oh yes. Hands, feet and hair. The whole bit. I was in bad
shape apparently. I think the beautician was just jealous.
People must have seen me with you."
He laughed at this. She was the only woman that could make
him laugh. What was happening to him?
"Sir?"
"I’ll take a cognac, straight."
"And for the lady?"
Usagi smiled.
"Scotch on the rocks."
"Right away."
Mamoru couldn’t help but feel that sharp bite of jealousy when
the waiter smiled at Usagi, kissing her hand regally. He hated
that another man made her giggle like that.
"I’ll be willing to bet that that kid scuttles back behind the
counter and brags to his friends that he’s tuning me so well that
by the end of his shift I’ll be chaffing at the bit to get into bed
with him."
Was he seriously jealous? He definitely had nothing to worry
about.
"That or he’s leaking pre-cum as we speak."
They both laughed, staring happily into each others eyes. When
was the last time a woman had made him feel so at ease? Had
a woman even made him feel the least bit relaxed ever?
"God, it’s been a long day."
Mamoru nodded hastily in agreement. The Christmas lawsuits
were becoming bland and repetitive.
"Your drinks."
Usagi thanked the waiter with a dazzling smile. He turned to
walk briskly back to the bar where he then proceeded to eagerly
speak with his colleagues.
Mamoru laughed at this, Usagi simply smiling knowingly.
"So tell me Usagi, does your work become as hectic as mine
during the Christmas season?"
Her moan of anguish was all the answer he needed.
"It’s crazy, we dismiss two patients, we sign in four more. I’m
practically working 24 hours 7 days a week and my superior is crawling up my back because I lost the fucken Santa Hat we
were all issued. Nevermind the fact that I’m a surgeon and it is
way beyond procedure to wear a fucken red hat while
transplanting an overweight, diabetic, 47 year old males heart."
"Yeah, it’s pretty much the same scene at the office."
She raised an eyebrow at him while he smirked. Rolling her
eyes, Usagi stirred her drink nonchalantly with her straw,
watching as the ice bobbed up and down.
The silence settled as the pair sunk into their own thoughts.
Usagi noted to herself that he’d taken his tie off. How did she
notice that? She was going crazy.
Both realised that it was becoming quite an uncomfortable
silence.
"So how’s Rei?"
"When do you go on vacation?"
Usagi smiled shyly, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
"You first."
"I said, when do you go on vacation?"
She blinked, when did she go on vacation? "To be honest, I
have no idea. I’m pretty sure I have Christmas day off, maybe
New Years. Not much but it’s something."
He frowned. She worked far too much. Usagi saw his
disapproving frown.
"Urgh. Don’t you start on me too. I chose this career knowing
the time I’d have to put in. Why can’t anyone see that?"
"Because we care about you."
He’d taken her hand as he said this, caressing her fingers with
his own. He was so warm. So passionate. His eyes so deep.
Why was her heart speeding up that way. Why was she
blushing? Why did she care so much about what he’d just said?
She averted her eyes from his. He was making her feel so hot.
"Please, you are the last person to be saying that."
Anger flared into his eyes. She saw it and cringed.
"Why?"
His biting tone didn’t break her spirit.
"Come on Mamoru, a week ago the only way you’d stare at me
was with a glare. Now you’re all over me, no doubt trying to get
me into bed."
She couldn’t help but cringe inwardly when his glare hardened
and his jaw jutted forwards.
"Right. I see, so it’s okay for Motoki to be your brand new chum
but when I try to get the least bit close to you and admit that I
care about you, I’m accused of trying to get laid. Why so easy
on Motoki, Usagi? Got a thing for him do you?"
This time her glare matched his own.
"It’s none of your fucking business. For your information I set
Motoki straight too. You two aren’t exactly the most trust
worthy people with my heart. Don’t even try to fucking tell me
that you care about me while you’re fucking my sister and god
knows who else. Probably the whole female population of New
York."
"So I can’t have a relationship with your sister and still care for
you?"
She shook her head. He was pitiful.
"What you do with my sister is no relationship. You probably
haven’t even had a real relationship in your life."
"So you’re saying I’m incapable of love?"
"I’m saying no such thing."
"Well you damn well might as well have."
Usagi scoffed. This man who had sparked her deepest desires
just minutes ago was now flaring her most heated anger.
"You know I just can’t understand it. Why did you pick me for a
bed mate when you know that I’m completely uninterested…oh
this is rich. This is very rich."
He rolled his eyes.
"Indulge me."
Usagi ignored his sarcasm.
"You know, I don’t understand why I didn’t pick up on it
sooner."
"On what?"
His tone was as cold as ice. She ignored this also.
"You’re keen on me because I’m probably one of the only
woman who has shown no interest in you. I’m a conquest.
Priceless. You really are pathetic Mamoru."
He glared at her, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"I suggest you leave Usagi."
She rolled her eyes.
"Believe me, I had no intention of spending anymore time than I
have to with you. Oh excuse me waiter."
Usagi snatched the glass of wine from the young waiters tray
and threw it in Mamoru’s face. He called out as the wine seeped
into his clothes. Her look of triumph boiled his blood.
"Don’t treat me like your toys Mamoru. I’m too smart for that.
You should have known it. I’m insulted at your conception of
me. I hope you’re embarrassed. I hope you’re ashamed.
You’re a pathetic excuse for a man and the only thing you’re
good at is poking around in vulnerable women."
Usagi turned to the dumbstruck waiter.
"Put the wine on his bill and he’ll be paying you our check
doubled as a tip."
She left with the entire occupants of the bar staring at her in
disbelief. Had she really just said that to Mamoru Chiba?
*~MUAH~*
When everything is gone, there should be nothing to fear. This world will not bring me down, because I’m already here.