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Twenty Kisses
Rated T
Chapter Title: "Intervention"
Setting: Season Four
Genre: AU

Usagi released a deep and cleansing sigh, slouching lazily in her inflatable recliner... thingy. She frowned. Or... whatever the heck it was called. Ami would have scolded her for not using the device's proper name, but right now, Usagi could have cared less. The day was hot and the water was cool, lapping eagerly up against her bikini-clad waist as the blonde languished atop the pool's sparkling surface. She peeked sideways for her friends, pouting at their inattention. Even Ami, whom Usagi would have pinned as the first person to join her, was draped across a stylish teal towel with a science textbook tucked into her hand. And the others, well, they seemed more interested in their burgeoning tans than Usagi's boredom. Which did not gybe well in the Odango Atama's book.

"Mamoooo-chan! Come on!"

"Fifteen more minutes, Usako," the aforementioned college student with a mop of ebony for hair intoned patiently, gesturing to his sunscreen-lathered torso. Usagi huffed, scowling. Typical Mamo-chan, not wanting to set foot in the water until he followed every instruction to its sticky letter on the bottle's back... She flicked at her arm, slimy and white after having lost the battle to Usagi's impatience. So what was a little sunburn, anyway? Certainly no one could point at her for vitamin D deficiency!

"Chibi-Usa?"

"Baka! Can't you see I'm busy?" the irate pink spore hollered from her perch next to the snack bar, a rugged old shack that Usagi had already half cleaned out from the moment of her arrival. Chibi-Usa was chatting up the young, sandy-haired adolescent behind the counter. Usagi recognized the boy from her future daughter's elementary school. He was a few years ahead of the effervescently adorned preteen, but Usagi could tell from the way he kept staring at Chibi-Usa's plunging yellow neckline that the girl was utilizing her natural charm and maturing endowments to the fullest extent- hoping, no doubt, for a cold treat. She was about to get one in the form of Mamoru, on the prowl upon noticing, like Usagi, the cashier's wandering eyes. The fifteen-year-old snickered from her front row seat, floating in the deep end, but the fun was short-lived. There was a lot less blood than she was expecting. Poo poo.

Usagi collapsed back against the damp inflatable, shooting daggers heavenward. "Can't someone play with me?"

"Don't be so childish all the time, Usagi," Rei's voice admonished from across the pool. The raven-headed priestess didn't even glance over, or at least it didn't seem like it from Usagi's vantage point. Which made the jibe even more infuriating. Stupid shades. "It isn't becoming."

"Ho ho, you're one to talk, Miss Hino!"

"I'm not the fifteen-year-old begging for a playmate..."

"No, you're the girl just asking for heatstroke- looking a little red there, Rei-chan. Left shoulder stands out like a sore thumb."

"WHAT? No, I'm not! And, and... it's only a small patch of pink! Barely noticeable!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Play with me!"

"No!"

"... just for a few minutes?"

"NO!"

Usagi aimed a tongue Rei's way and her sparring partner responded in kind, before smartly shifting position so she was no longer facing either the sun or Usagi. The odangoed blonde went back to wallowing in misery, splashing water in random directions until inspiration hit as swiftly as her doldrums. She grinned at the devilish plot slowly taking form in her head.

"OW!"

It seemed that was all Usagi really needed from the beginning; that one word, convincingly inflected with just the right amount of strength and facial constriction, gained Mamoru's attention in a snap.

"Usako?"

"Cramp..." she hissed, fingers kneading an imaginary pain in her side. Usagi spared one final glance at Mamoru's concerned features before doubling over. "Ohhhhh, it hurts..."

She reasoned it was probably hurting more to keep the silly smirk off her face as Mamoru jumped up and made for the pool, fresh sunscreen forgotten. But that was irrelevant, really. What currently mattered most was the fact that the fifteen-year-old finally had a companion, so when Mamoru reached Usagi in the deep end the girl sprung up, good as new.

"Yaaay! You came!" she beamed, bouncing up and down so excitedly that her joy was almost- almost- worth the inconvenience.

"Usako..." Mamoru scowled, touching a hand to his temple with an exasperated shake of the head. "What have I told you about crying wolf?"

"I'm not crying wolf. I'm saving you from your own... finicky, um, ness."

Mamoru cocked a brow as Usagi nodded seriously, laying a hand on either of her boyfriend's slippery shoulders while he dangled off the brightly colored floatie. "This is an intervention. I, Tsukino Usagi, have decided that you need to ease up on those fussy habits of yours. We're on vacation! So have fun. Relax. And stay with your beloved girlfriend in the darn pool before she drives herself mad!"

"That's relaxing?" Mamoru repeated teasingly, mirth tugging the corners of his mouth upward. "Sounds more like psychiatric therapy to me."

"Mamo-chan!"

"Okay, okay, I'll render my services! But only because you're the prettiest mental patient I've ever had the delight of working with," Mamoru laughed, sliding his arms around Usagi's waist. The teen chuckled before flinging herself off the inflatable and into the arms of her leering lover. Unfortunately, she had failed to remember how slick they were and instead of meeting damp skin, Usagi encountered Mamoru's particularly greasy pectorals. There was only a moment to squeal in surprise before hers and Mamoru's combined weight colliding sent them both down, to the very bottom of the pool.

Limbs twisted and tangled as water accosted the pair, the abrupt descent and subsequent submergence confusing both as they fought to find equilibrium. At some point during the scuffle Usagi lost her sunglasses to the current, and her knee accidentally jerked into Mamoru's jaw as she strove to free herself from the mangled mess they had become. In response, his own hands whooshed up to protect said muscle from any further blows, but they ended up getting stuck in a most compromising position instead. A very, very compromising position.

Usagi suddenly ceased all discombobulated flailing as she felt the unexpected touch, Mamoru's right hand stuck between the fabric of her bikini bottom and the warmth of her groin. She groaned, sending up a cascade of bubbles while Mamoru froze, locked in the throes of shock and thoughts raging about a mile a minute. There was a full five seconds of delayed reaction following the slip, in which Usagi made no move to distance herself and Mamoru's hormones debated heatedly with his conscience. At last sense won out, and he pulled the intrusive appendage away from the convex of Usagi's thighs. She shivered, revelling in foreign sensation as one of Mamoru's fingers brushed- perhaps intentionally; she did not know- against her sweet spot. With the water now settled and their bodies more or less extricated, Usagi turned to appraise Mamoru. He gave her a shy smile that she softly returned, mouthing,

"Sorry."

Usagi shook her head fervently, but at this point her lungs began to painfully remind the girl of her need for oxygen. In a last act of underwater intimacy, Usagi placed a quick kiss to Mamoru's right hand. Mamoru gaped, clearly dazed, but the college student said nothing as they ascended up toward the shimmering sun. The pair spluttered together for a few seconds after breaking through the surface, and when they were finished spitting water Usagi graced shaken Mamoru with what could only be a naughty little wink.

"I hope you enjoyed your intervention, Mamo-chan."

Mamoru just blinked, not sure what was more disconcerting- the fact that Usagi made an innuendo, the multiple missed heartbeats in his chest, or that five female onlookers were staring down at them from the edge of the pool, countenances a muddled array of horror and awe after listening to Usagi voice said innuendo. Belatedly, he wondered exactly how long the Senshi had been standing there, until ChibiUsa marched away from her gawking comrades with a disgusted but revealing,

"I... need to go bleach my eyes out now."

And Mamoru, poor red-faced man that he was, merely turned to Usagi and whispered equally as suggestively, "I hope it was as relaxing for you as it was for me. I look forward to similar interventions in the future, Dr. Usako."

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