LOST AT SEA

A Sailor Moon lemon fanfiction by Ivana B. Anonymous

Warning: Beware all stodgy old grumps who enter here.  This story loves
life and loves love and will not hide behind any old bathrobe when there
is glory to be found beyond it.

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        "Ya ha ha!  Umi da, Mamo-chan, umi da!"
        Yellow ponytails made freewheeling arcs of color in the summer
sky.  Usagi ran, half-laughing half-flying, oblivious to the roughness of
the pavement beneath her bare feet, eyes and mind fixed on the glimmering
smooth blueness before her.  Mamoru grunted as he took the beach bags from
the trunk of his car-- he should have known better than to think she'd
help carry any of them.
        She raced to the water's edge, kicking up clouds of sand, dodging
blankets and castles like an expert-- always coming up just half an inch
short of some sleeping sunbather's face.  At the strip of wet, packed
sand, she leaned forward and beckoned to the waves-- "Come on, come in!"
And when they finally touched her toes, she recoiled like a spring,
howling.  "Collld!"  Soon enough, though, she braved the breaking waves
again, wading in up to her ankles and shivering when the swelling of the
waves wet her knees and nearly touched the cuff of her jeans shorts.
        Mamoru watched her, smiling, as he laid out the towel and took off
his shoes.  Like a three-year-old, he thought amusedly.  She's so cute.
Her energy flashed like summer sunlight off the silver pole of a
neighboring umbrella.  She kicked like a Rockette, sending a splash of
water up to glitter rainbows against the hot sun.  Mamoru was glad she was
barefoot, knowing all too well just how painful flying shoes could be.
        After a few minutes of seaside bliss, she ran back to the towel and
began tearing off her clothes excitedly, revealing the cute pink bathing
suit she'd bought at a little boutique some few feeks ago.  So sunnily
innocent in these actions, like a toddler running naked across the yard,
as carefree as anything.  Mamoru felt for a moment like he was in the
Garden of Eden.  "Mamo-chan Mamo-chan you just HAVE to come in the water
with me, it's soo cooool and so much fun, come on come on, come ON!"  She
pulled at his hands impatiently in a tug-of-war with gravity.
        "Cho-- chotto matte yo, Usako!"  he exclaimed in distress, trying
to free his hands.  When he finally succeeded, he rubbed his chin with one
palm, laughing the rueful laugh of a dedicated father trying to control
his little ray of sunshine.  "You know how badly you burn," he chided.
        Usagi wrinkled her nose.
        "Come on, Usako."
        "Humph"ing and crossing her arms, Usagi sat down cross-legged with
her back to him.  "Fine.  But you have to let me do you too."
        "If that's the way you want it," Mamoru shrugged as he pulled the
suntan lotion out from the bag.  Squeezing a little into his cupped hand,
he rubbed Usagi's sholders and the back of her neck, where little blonde
hairs congregated and clumped up white dots of sunscreen.  The words and
actions implied nothing: they were simply natural, full of innocence,
childlike.  Her only reaction to his touch and that of the slippery oil
was a disgusted squirm and an "Ooh, slimy!"  But soon enough he finished,
and she slathered some of the lotion on her own arms and legs as he took
off his shirt.
        "Okay! Your turn!" she sang out, running behind him and clapping
both hands on his back loudly.  Mamoru winced.  But the coolness of the
salve on his back erased the burning sting, and he felt her palms like
wildflowers on his back, circling and cooling him.  And he was not quite
as naive as she, and he closed his eyes to savor the inadvertant sexiness
of the movem...
        "All done!"
        It took a full second for Mamoru to realize he'd stopped
breathing, and another second to remember to start again.  "A... arigatou,
Usako," he stuttered, pulling himself to his feet.  Heedless of his
discomfort, she took off running immediately.  He tripped over himself
trying to catch up to her, laughter in his eyes.  Chasing a rainbow.
        The water was shockingly cold.  Goosebumps flew up his body in
shivers, tiny hairs and two other small, sensitive circles flying up to
stand, painfully, at attention.  But Usagi splashed him, and as they ran
out to deeper waters, he felt his body relax into a warm, enveloped
sensation, as the cool sea invited him into its windless folds.
        He thrashed about, trying to catch her as she shrieked and ran,
kicking hard against the heavy water.  Spreading his arms wide, he did a
huge belly flop into the waves, trying in vain to lock his arms around her
waist and succeeding only in looking like a big, dumb whale.  She laughed
hysterically.  Mamoru made a show of looking hurt.
        After Usagi's appetite for antics had been somewhat appeased,
Mamoru floated on his back, arms spread and eyes shut tight against the
sun's midday dazzle.  Oh, but the waves felt so good beneath him, rocking
him like a baby, beautiful angel mother ocean singing low as she bore him
up and down, up and down, sweet as any cradle.  He hummed in harmony to
her tune.
        So warm, he thought to himself.  Such beauty and peace in
solitude.  Something I never would have known if I hadn't met Usako.
        It was true, though, a funny point-- he wrinkled his brow,
appreciating the irony.  Since he'd been with her, he was much better at
being alone.
        Speaking of Usako, he thought, where has she gone off to?  Opening
his eyes and falling forward, he was surprised at the nothingness his
flailing legs found.  He spun around, disoriented, and finally realized
the ocean had pivoted him and buoyed him out a little farther.  There was
the beach.  And there was Usagi, her back to him, stretching in the sun as
she stood waist-deep in water.  Her pigtails were dark, soaked.  But it
was her.  He grinned with a wicked thought and went under.
        The salt itched his eyes a little when he opened them, but it
wasn't too bad.  Like a barracuda, he slithered across the sea floor,
stalking his prey.  There she stood-- beautiful legs and two clouds of
gold, one on each side.  How was it that her blonde hair was still blonde
underwater, but came up looking such a sickly, foreign shade?  Grinning at
the sea floor, he barrelled into her from behind.
        Her knees buckled as she lost her footing and fall backwards with
a great spray of bubbles and flailing arms.  Dimly, he could hear her
muffled exclamations.  Her body fell on top of his: his head pushed under
and between the cradle of her knees, her shoulders and back landing
heavily against his own, ticklings of cloudy hair at his feet.  But his
lungs were caving in, so he threw her off and came, choking, to the
surface.
        She sputtered up a few feet away, eyes shut tight in irritation
from the scratchy salt and vampire fangs bared.  "You jerk!" she blindly
screeched at her assailant.  "Why don't you watch where you're swimming?
What do you think you're do.." Then, the water drained from her vision.
"Mamo-chan!?"
        "Gomen, gomen," Mamoru shrugged.
        She pouted and turned away.  "Mamo-chan hidoi!"
        He waded over.  "Gomen na, Usako," he said, putting his arms
around her shoulders and reaching his hands down to interlock at her
waist.  Her crossed arms reluctantly shifted to allow him in.  "I just saw
those legs," he whispered into her ear,  "and couldn't help myself."
        She giggled slightly despite herself and settled more comfortably
against his chest. All at once, Mamoru felt his breathing grow ragged.
How warm she was, even soaked in frigid sea water!  And now warm he
started to feel, leaned in so close to that neck.  Did she even know she
did this to him?  He let a hot breath escape him and brush against her
ear.  Her eyes widened a little.
        "I'm really sorry," he repeated.  "Will you let me... make it up
to you, Usako?"
        It was a moment before she replied.  "How?" she breathed.  A
sweetness stabbed Mamoru at the sound of her voice, and the knowledge that
she was feeling this heat too.  So quickly he was holding a woman, not a
girl, in his arms...
        "Will you trust me?" he asked.
        She looked down at the dark water.  His feet outside hers, in a
protective shell.  "...Okay..."
        "Then close your eyes and lie back," he said.  "I'm going to take
you somewhere..."

        It seemed an eternity before she opened her eyes again, but
Mamoru's hands pulling her steadily made the ride that much sweeter.  It
was she who was floating now, squinting against the sun and letting waves
of various sorts carry her in all different directions.  The only thing she
noticed was that the clamor of beachgoers had dribbled away bit by bit,
until the air was clear and silent.  Then Mamoru's lips were at her ear
again.  "Okay."
        She opened her eyes and floundered a bit in confusion before
finding easy footing on the sand beneath her.  Letting the rush of vertigo
flood and drain from her head, she looked around.  Still waist deep in
water, the sun still shining, but those were the only constants.
Everything else was different.
        This was some sort of hidden little cove, sheltered by the curve
of a smooth cave and a sprinkling of large rocks.  A cool green smell
beckoned sweetly from inside the shallow hollow of stone.  Moss and
barnacles glittered on the silver surfaces like jewels.  A slightly chilly
breeze blew, and sunlight gave way to shade just a few feet away from the
spot where Usagi stood.  And, best of all, there was no one else in sight.
        "Mamo-chan..." she gasped, squeezing the hand that still held
hers.  "Where did you take me?"
        "I know this area quite well," he said, his voice dropping into a
relaxed, narrative drawl.  "When I lived in the orphanage, we used to take
trips down to this beach in the summer.  But I didn't like being with the
other kids, so I would search for places to hide.  I was a strong swimmer,
so I made it further than the others could follow me.  And I found this
place.  Nice, huh?"
        "Then we're not... on the beach anymore?"  She shivered.
        "Nope.  It's about a half kilometer offshore, I think."
        Wonder.  "You pulled me all the way out here?"
        "Do you mind?"
        "Mind!?" Confusion exploded into shrieks.  "I think it's
wonderful!"  She threw her arms around him, squeezed tight, then was off
again, splashing through the water, climbing over rocks like a little
monkey, oohing and ahhing and even "Whee... Ack!  Mamo-chan!"-ing when the
moss on one rock proved a little too slippery.  She marveled at a million
tiny tadpoles passing by, shrieked at a floating jellyfish, and tried to
swing like Tarzan on one of the long green strands of seaweed draped
across the wall of the cave.  Each crash rolled off her like water, and
barely had she started to wail when her expression flipflopped into a
grin, and she scrambled up to try again.  Mamoru leaned against a rock,
just watching, just loving her and living through her.
        Halfway through a lap on her obstacle course, she paused on a
sloping rock to catch her breath.  Her face tilted upward like
Copenhagen's Little Mermaid, all bronze yearning.  The sunlight touched
her hair, which had dried a little, and turned it pale yellow gold.  She
took a long breath and sighed contentedly, profile angled up toward the
sun.  Mamoru was suddenly reminded of legends he'd read of sirens.  That
golden temptation that lured men lost at sea.
        "Usako..." he sucked in a deep breath.  She turned her head.
        But he was already there, having moved faster and more powerfully
through the water than he thought he could.  Pulling her down to meet him,
he clasped the back of her neck with one hand, her waist with the other,
kissing her hard.  Her surprise lasted a second, but then her kiss
answered his as blue eyes slitted closed.  He held her firmly against the
rock, and she lifted her legs to kneel about his waist, half-floating,
half-sitting, half-held.
        The kisses tasted like sun-drenched bittersweet chocolate and sea
salt, and Mamoru felt as though he were going to die of desire.  His hands
wandered shamelessly, pulling at the material of her bathing suit, then
slipping both thumbs inside it to brush her nipples.  She gasped against
his mouth-- "Oh!"-- and her kisses intensified, tongue and teeth igniting
a million fires within each cell of Mamoru's skin.
        "..mm... mm..." he hummed repeatedly in ecstacy, lost in waves of
heat to crushing to escape.  What a siren his little mermaid could become,
without even knowing it!  The smallest, most innocent gesture could drive
him wild with need, and she didn't seem to notice his reaction.  But here
in the lagoon, with her mouth and arms open to him and her hips grinding
erratically against him, she seemed completely in control, as if
everything she'd ever done was for this one purpose only: to drive him to
insanity.  Witch.  Siren.
        Her head nodded forward, and she licked tentatively at his
nipples.  "Ahh..." he groaned loudly, feeling sure he would explode into a
cloud of stardust and sea spray at any moment.  Pleased by the reaction,
she kissed downward along his chest, the smoothness of her wet lips
maddening, madening.  Her body dipped below the surface of the water, only
her head visible, and he groaned-- both at the sudden absence of her touch
and at the knowledge of what *else* was at sea level right now.  He arched
his back toward the sun and prayed that his legs held out.
        The slithering, enveloping, warm warm cool cool liquid pleasure!
He moaned repeatedly, loudly, in a voice that cracked and caught.  Oh, but
the erratic motions of her tongue like a lick of flame, the smooth wetness
of her mouth enveloping him, as the sea water lapped up against his thighs
like tender kisses!  He thought for sure she was placing those tiny kisses
on him magically somehow, without ever raising her head.  Teasingly, a
kinky image of two little mermaid Usagis caressing the inside of his legs
entered his mind.  It was an amusing thought, but also intensely erotic.
His knees locked.
        As if the sensations weren't maddening enough, he felt a flash
nearly overtake him at the sudden sound of her voice. "Mm, Mamo-chan," she
murmured when the water had gone low enough for her to do so.  "You taste
so good."  The words, the vibration of her lips against him, the puffs of
breath and then the subsequent shock of an incoming wave--
        He wailed her name in a high, anguished tone, using all his
control not to pour himself into her mouth right then and collapse over
her.  "Usako..." he grunted, trying to get her attention, not sure he
really wanted to...
        ...and then...
        ...and then she sang.
        He wasn't quite sure what it was... some movement of her mouth or
tongue or hands... but it was SOMETHING.  The white sun enveloped the sky,
and he heard the golden voice of a siren calling to him from beyond the
horizon.  He slumped forward onto the rock, palms scraping as they hit it
hard, nearly submerging Usagi as she shifted to keep her grip on him as he
pulsed, PULSED into her mouth, in giant shuddering waves of feeling, as if
he were giving birth to an ocean.
        She let her mouth trail slowly off of him, opening it to the sea
and letting a dim white cloud swim off with the tiny fish.  Above her, his
chest heaved, heart thudding, head clearing each time just a second before
another sudder overtook him.  She slithered up carefully into the space
between his arms and the rock he leaned on.  For a moment, she worried,
seeing how difficult it was for him to exhale.  But when his eyes opened,
they were smiling at her.
        "Usako..." he half-whispered, half-gasped.  "That was... you
are... incredible."
        She touched his cheek.  "Are you all right?"  He nodded QUITE
emphatically, and they both giggled.  When the feeling in his legs
returned, he folded her tenderly into his arms, and they rested together
against the rock a while before she led him ashore.

        Nestled in a smooth hollow of stone the shape of a giant cradle,
they lay side by side, looking up at the sky.  Many tiny kisses and some
longer ones, much lovetalk and silliness, giggles resounding off the walls
of the cave behind them.  Birds squawked in the distant sky as waves
lapped happily against the sides of the lovers' hideaway.
        Mamoru nibbled on her ear lazily as she stared upwards at the
puffy tiers of cotton candy white that floated by.  Suddenly she
exclaimed, "Oo!  Mamo-chan, mite!"
        He lifted his head. "Nn?"
        "Doesn't that look like Luna?"
        After a confused moment he realized what she was talking about.
Taking the arm that wasn't around her and tucking it behind his head, he
turned his drowsy eyes upwards.  "So ka," he said.
        She giggled and pointed excitedly.  "Doesn't that one remind you
of a horse?  Oo!  That one looks like an ice cream cone!  Big and white
and yummy!"  As she babbled, his gaze drifted, and he amused himself by
watching the clouds reflect in her huge blue eyes.
        As a dragon was busy turning into "Rei-chan when she's mad,
definitely," Usagi finally noticed his lazy smile and stare.  She reacted
like a nervous cat, recoiling with a hiss, and sat up nervously.  "What?"
she said, blinking.  "What are you looking at?"  Reddening and turning
away, she closed her eyes.  "I guess I'm really being a little kid, aren't
I?" she mumbled ruefully.  Her face felt hot, her whole body gangly and
awkward.  That is, until she felt the gentle pressure of his hand on her
waist.
        With a rush of motion Mamoru pulled her over onto him.  His arms
grasped her tightly, and his face was intense.  Staring close into her
wild eyes, noses touching.  The wind blew.  Usagi's stringy ponytails
fluttered, but she dared not move, dared not even breathe.  He whispered
slowly, hotly: "Don't ever change."
        Their mouths came together, a kiss so passionate it actually
brought tears to her eyes.  Then he was kissing away those almost-droplets
at their corner hideaways, then blowing lightly on her lashes.  He kissed
every inch of her face, laying his adoration of her out like a fine quilt,
spreading delight and the feeling of being loved all through her skin.
        Her tiny lips tried to sneak a few nibbles as he moved, but he was
intensely focused.  He kissed down her jaw into her neck-- and she gasped
audibly, small ahhs escaping that oh-so-sensitive throat, as he awakened
every nerve ending on her neck, waiting just a little too long to get to
the spots that called out for him.  He trailed long, hungry daisy chains
of kisses across and around her delicate skin and back up to the other
jaw.  Her soft cries fluttered through the air like petals of a cherry
blossom.
        She arched her body against him, begging, but he held back,
cradling only her face in his hands until he was sure he was done kissing
her so thoroughly.  Dimly, between deep probing shafts of need like
sunlight in a dark well, she wondered what she'd done to provoke this
reaction in him.  But the thought didn't last.  How could it, when bodies
are pressed together like this oh God when is he going to touch me oh God
oh God...
        She was twisting her body against him desperately now, legs
wrapped around one of his, seeking the stimulation she so needed.
Finally, his hands slipped back to her waist and then upwards toward the
base of her breasts, tight beneath the swimsuit.  "Ohh," she cried in a
broken voice, trying to angle herself down and bring her aching, erect
nipples down to his hands.  She squeezed tightly against his leg.
        "That's it, Usako," he said in a low, smooth tone.  "I'm going to
drive you crazy."  She wailed at this promise, and he brushed-- just
once-- against her nipples.  The tart sensation made her gasp.  But his
hands were on her shoulders now, sliding off the straps of her bathing
suit.  He kissed the round shoulders and that line of whiter flesh where
the swimsuit straps had been.  She ground herself against his chest,
whining and pleading in incoherent syllables as his hands held her firmly
by the waist, then the hips, so subtly shifting, she barely noticed them
traveling down
                                                down
                                                        DOWN
        Her lips claimed his ferociously as his finger suddenly invaded
her, brushing the elastic of her swimsuit aside in a swift and bold
motion.  She gasped, "Oh, God!" and began to rock against his plunging
finger, kissing him when she could bear to break the intense expression
that overtook her face: gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut, all flushes and
tears and little wails of desire escaping her tensed lips.
        "Are you okay?" he said into her her, worried slightly at the look
on her face which could just as easily be intense pain as intense desire.
        "Yes oh yes," she breathed, her hands locking behind his neck,
"just don't stop please! don't stop..."
        "Are you sure?" he asked, grinning wickedly and ceasing all
movement.
        "...Mamo-chan!" Her face went white.  She tried to push herself
down onto him again, but he drew away from her eager body.  Still
grinning. Her pale, shaky smile showed that she appreciated this brand of
torture, but-- but--
        "Oh god, Mamo-chan, PLEASE--"
        He started the rhythm up again, plunging into her faster and
deeper, letting a second finger join the first inside the most secret cave
of his sea siren.  Her wails grew louder, boiling his blood.  "Oh, Usako,"
he half-whispered, half-chanted to the same rhythm, "I love you so much.
I need you so much.  I want to make you feel so... so... good..."  His
other hand explored her breasts, loving those swellings of intense beauty
with the little pink whitecaps cresting the waves like exquisite sea foam.
        She eased off his fingers when the ache subsided somewhat, and
leaned forward to lick his chest like a cat, making him shudder at the
coiled warmth.  Somehow she wriggled out of her swimsuit.  The salty air
breathed against her skin, and she sighed aloud, as she continued her
movements, so calculated and deliberate.  Designed to drive him as crazy
as he had made her.  And it was working.
        Their lips met in long, crushing kisses, and Usagi felt little
lightning bolts of sensation zap down into her abdomen at random
intervals.  She held his face to hers breathlessly.  Blue eyes drank each
other in.  "Mamo-chan," she breathed, "will you..." another gasp, "...make
love to me please..."
        He needed no further encouragement than that.  She had already
wriggled out of her own swimsuit sometime before that he couldn't
remember, and he fought his off, despite the stickiness of wet fabric.
Usagi closed her eyes and concentrated, sparking to life the Silver
Crystal's power, which she had learned to use to prevent conception*.
When she felt the safety of its magical presence, she nodded to Mamoru,
then gave herself completely to the sensation.
        She rolled against him once more, this time not with maddening
desire, but with the glory of completion, the knowledge that THIS was the
moment it was all for.  Never did she feel more like a woman than now,
when he was so firm and warm inside her-- all the childhood innocence gave
way to the adult feelings flooding through her body and mind.  But this
philosophy never came to the front of her thoughts, not till after, when
they lay basking in the sunset of love's star.  At these moments, all she
could hear was the wail of a sweet song, in tune to both their gasps and
groans.  And at that one wonderful moment when she felt she was a great
flower, blossoming a million blooms inside blooms inside blooms, she felt
nothing but love and ecstacy and fathoms of deep blue all around their
interlocked bodies.  Love's sweet crisis point deep in the sea.  The
origin of the waves.
        As the tides faded to ripples within and between them, he
whispered a word in her ear.  She blinked up at him, confused, and said,
"Where?  I don't hear any!  Is it a police boat?"
        He looked at her, puzzled, then laughed and held her closer.  "You
really are just a child sometimes, Usako," he said sleepily, but neither
of them believed it this time.  A siren doesn't need to know her name, as
long as she can sing her song.

--fin--

*Credit for this idea to Tim Nolan's "Anniversary."

This story is dedicated to Max (real names changed to protect the
innocent-- or the SLIGHTLY corrupted), who has inspired me more than he
can possibly know.

Ta-ta!