Tuxedo Kamen landed atop a warehouse building, carrying Sailor Moon in his strong arms. In the battle which had ended only minutes before, she had injured her ankle.
       "Where are we going?" she asked, as she looked around. The warehouse appeared to be fairly old, but looked like it was being added on to. She could see a framework of girders rising up, and construction cranes now idle for the night.
       "I have a surprise for you," he said. "I know a special way to help your sore ankle. Among other things."
       "Hmm. I like the thought of the other things," she said. "But why here? Can't we do this back at your apartment?"
       "Ordinarily we could," he said. "But there's a big party going on up on the roof tonight, which would make it a little awkward for me to just carry you in over the balcony like this. And I don't want to have to ask you to change back to normal and try to walk."
       At the foot of the stairs leading down from the warehouse roof, they found themselves in a darkened hallway, with a door leading off to one side.
       "Let's see what's in here," he suggested, opening the door.
       Inside they found a large room, lit by a skylight overhead, and fully furnished. Next to the door, she found a light switch, adding the illumination of several old-fashioned wall sconces. Paneling covered the walls, and several old but still very beautiful rugs were on the floor. Around the room were an exquisite sofa, a matching love seat, and two chairs, along with a beautiful wood coffee table, night table, bureau, and wardrobe. All of the furniture was at least a century old. In the far corner was an old wind-up Victrola, with several records beside it.
       The centerpiece of the room was a large canopy bed. King-size at least, it had a polished wood frame, with brass arches for the canopy, which was covered in ivory-colored fabric. Matching drapes covered the frame legs. The spread was a very pale pink, with a flower print in a slightly darker shade.
       "This is incredible!" Usagi exclaimed. "Did you know this was here?"
       "No. It's a surprise to me too," he said.
       "Should we even be in here?" she asked.
       "I don't know. But it should be alright for us to take care of that ankle of yours."
       He set her down on the bed.
       "Oooooh, this is nice," she sighed as her body settled into the soft, comfortable mattress.
       After putting his hat and mask aside, he leaned down over her and kissed her lips. Her arms reached up to embrace him.
       "Usako, I love you so much," he whispered.
       "And I love you, Mamo-chan."
       She pulled him back down, kissing him again and letting her tongue slide deep into his mouth. One of his hands slid down and cupped her breast through the material of her fuku. She sighed happily.
       "We need to see about your ankle," he said quietly.
       He placed his hand lightly on that part of her boot and moved her foot slightly.
       "Oww!" she exclaimed softly.
       "I'm sorry, my love," he said. "Does it feel tight in the boot?"
       "Now that you mention it, yes, it does," she answered.
       "That's what I suspected. It's beginning to swell, which is going to make it tough to remove the boot. At least in the normal way."
       "But those boots really aren't supposed to come off in the normal way," she said with a grin.
       She placed her hand over her brooch, causing the ginzuishou to glow within. The glow spread over her entire body, transforming her costume into red ribbons of energy which were drawn into the brooch, leaving her completely naked.
       "I like that," he whispered, as he stared down at his girlfriend's exquisitely beautiful naked form.
       He set his cape aside, then produced a rose, which he began to brush gently over the flesh of her injured ankle. As he did so, he focused his concentration, causing the rose to glow.
       The soft touch of the rose petals on her skin felt simply wonderful, while a tingling sensation spread through her ankle as his energy worked into her. "That feels good," she sighed.
       "Now I need you to add the energy of your crystal," he said.
       Nodding, she placed both hands on her brooch, her body quickly taking on a soft silver glow. He brushed the rose over her ankle in slow, steady strokes, leaving glowing droplets of energy behind, like dew coming off the petals, which quickly sank into her skin. In minutes, all signs of swelling were gone.
       "It feels much better," she said, tentatively flexing the joint.
       "That's good," he said, still slowly brushing the rose over her ankle.
       He held the rose in place, letting it glow brighter then fade away. After briefly rubbing his fingertips over the arch of her foot, he produced another rose, brushing it very gently up along her leg, her body still softly glowing. He carefully traced the contours of her knee, then moved up along the inside of her thigh.
       "Oh, Mamo-chan," she whispered as he moved higher.
       Her legs spread open, and he accepted her invitation, softly caressing her nether lips with the rose's delicate petals, adding to them her own moisture.
       "Oh, yes!" she gasped.
       The crystal's energy, combined with his own, seemed to be heightening her senses, just leaving her on fire with longing. With what he was doing to her, there was no way she was going to be able to wait until they got back to his apartment.
       "Mamo-chan, please," she groaned.
       "Do you like this, Usako?" he asked with a smile, his voice feigning innocence.
       "Oh, gods! Yes," she answered.
       He spun the rose's stem between his thumb and finger, spinning the petals over her lips, while at the same time he caused the rose to glow brighter.
       She gasped, feeling as if the rose had actually slid up inside her, even though she could still feel it against her nether lips.
       Sliding the rose up over the soft golden curls of her mound, he brushed it across her abdomen, making his way slowly toward her breasts. He very slowly brushed the rose all along the base of one breast, moving ever so slightly upward. Her hands had fallen away from her chest and the crystal sat just above her breasts on her sternum, still spreading its glow over her body.
       "Oh, yes!" she gasped, as the rose brushed over a nipple, sending a charge of raw pleasure through her.
       Just then, he leaned down and took her other nipple in his mouth, feeling her energy tingling though him. He sucked firmly, hearing her soft cries and feeling her fingers running through his hair.
       "Oh gods, Mamo-chan! Please!" she cried softly.
       Sitting back up, he brushed the rose over her nipple once more, then moved it slowly toward her crystal. As the rose came closer, its glow became brighter. Her breath was growing short as she was being swept with pleasure. The rose touched the crystal, with both glowing brightly. The rose faded into the crystal and the glow around her body took on a rose colored hue.
       Seeing the expression on her face, and hearing her cries, he slipped off his glove and ran his fingers down over her nether lips. His penis was bulging painfully within his pants as he slid his fingers up inside her, quickly finding her very aroused, very sensitive jewel.
       "Oh, Mamo-chan! Yes!" she cried, as he lightly brushed her jewel.
       She could feel his energy joined with her own even as his stroking fingers sent repeated waves of raw pleasure tearing through her. Finally, she soared over the edge into the throes of a massive orgasm.
       "MAMO-CHAAANNN!!" she cried.
       As the force of the orgasm finally released her, the crystal's glow faded from her body. Bending down over her once more, he softly kissed her lips.
       "Usako," he whispered softly.
       "Oh, Mamo-chan," she sighed.
       He sat up, gently stroking a hand along her arm.
       "Don't you dare stop now," she said, her voice thick with passion.
       He grinned at her. "I wasn't planning on it, but I think you first need to take some precautions."
       She touched her crystal again, its energy washing over her body. As she tried to focus the energy in the usual way to protect herself, she felt something was different.
       "Is something wrong?" he asked, noticing the puzzled look on her face.
       "It isn't working," she said. "The healing effect must be strong enough to prevent this. We're going to need more conventional protection."
       "That's OK," he said. "I've always made sure I was prepared, just in case."
       Energy shimmered over his body as he reverted to normal. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and retrieved a condom. After setting it aside, another burst of energy engulfed him, first transforming him back into Tuxedo Kamen, then melting away his tuxedo and leaving him completely naked.
       He stepped over to the Victrola, and sorted through the old records. Choosing one, he placed it on the turntable, cranked the machine up, and set the needle on the record. The scratchy sounds of soft, slow music filled the room.
       As he sat down on the bed, she sat up and threw her arms around him, holding him tightly while pressing her lips to his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, while hearing a passionate moan from the back of her throat. He stood up, lifting her in his arms, and moved away from the bed. Back on her feet once more, she found themselves dancing to the music.
       Her crystal glowed once more, this time enveloping her in her princess dress. With a thought, energy rippled over him as well, causing his tuxedo to rematerialize. As they danced, they looked adoringly into each other's eyes.
       "Usako, I love you so much," he whispered.
       "And I love you," she replied very softly.
       While they danced, memories of the past drifted out of the shadows, recalling a past life when she was the princess of the Moon, and he was her beloved prince. Suddenly, they both looked at each other in surprise.
       "This music... it's what we danced to on the Moon," she said.
       "Yes," he agreed. "At the ball your mother threw to announce our engagement."
       "But how is that possible?" she wondered. "How could we just happen to find it on an old record here among stored furniture in a Tokyo warehouse?"
       "I don't know, my love," he answered. "But I doubt it really matters much."
       Holding her close, he pressed his lips to hers tightly, and both could feel the fires of passion growing within them. As he steered her back toward the bed and took her hair down, energy washed over both of them and their clothes melted away. She sat on the edge of the bed and took his manhood in her hands, softly caressing it.
       "Oh, Usako," he sighed.
       She bent down and kissed his tip, licking him gently. Unable to resist any longer, she sat up and retrieved his condom. Looking it over curiously, she placed it over the tip of his hard, erect manhood, and began rolling it down over his length. After they pulled down the spread and the top sheet, she lay back down on the soft bed, smiling as he moved in over her. He kissed her deeply while lowering himself between her spread legs.
       "Oh, Mamo-chan," she whispered in delight.
       "Oh, yes my love," he said softly in reply.
       Even through the condom, he could feel the tip of his member brush over her nether lips, then begin to spread them open as he slid himself upward.
       She clung to him tightly as he once again started to enter inside the warm, loving embrace of her womanhood. His member slipped ever deeper, filling her up so exquisitely, as he had done before in two lifetimes.
       He kissed her again, sighing with passion and love as he again became one with this young woman he loved so much. Memories of the past were washing through him as well, bringing back to him just how deeply Endymion had loved his princess.
       "Yes... Oh, yes... Mamo-chan... So good," she gasped with pure joy, her hands sweeping over his back.
       Their every movement was shifting him deep within her, stroking his throbbing member over her highly aroused and sensitive pleasure point, and flooding her with waves of intense pleasure. Her lips brushed his again and again, while inside she felt so alive and happy and complete, there with the man she loved.
       "Usako," he whispered, running a hand through her hair while kissing her cheek.
       Their bodies sank deeper into the soft mattress as they moved together. She pushed her hips up with his next movement, leaving them both groaning with passion as the fires grew within them.
       Brushing his tongue over her lips, he pushed upward once more, feeling her respond. Her arms and legs clung to him while her inner muscles squeezed tightly on his throbbing member.
       The passion continued to build within her, their every movement driving her crazy and sweeping her ever higher into realms of pleasure. She gasped his name over and over as electric charges of ecstasy surged through her nerves, before finally carrying her into a magnificent orgasm.
       He groaned as her muscles clamped down on him, her cries of joy ringing in his ears. He struggled to hold himself back, knowing he wanted to let her pleasure last longer. Finally, as her spasm faded, he relaxed, pressing his lips gently to hers.
       "Usako, my princess," he sighed.
       "My prince," she whispered in reply.
       Seeing the love in his eyes, and feeling the warmth in her own heart, she hugged him tightly and kissed him, knowing she was at her happiest when she was with him.
       He felt her body moving underneath him, resuming a slow pace to match. His long slow strokes quickly brought him a pleasure to match her own as the passion swelled again in both of them.
       "Oh, yes... So nice... Mamo-chan," she gasped, simply overwhelmed with love and pleasure.
       He showered her face with soft kisses, while his pace gradually increased as he approached the peak. Each thrust carried him higher, knowing that he was doing the same for her.
       With a deliberate effort she lifted her hips to meet his next thrust, setting herself on fire as his member shifted deep within her. His groan told her it made him feel the same. As she was struggling for breath, he lifted himself for his next thrust, stroking even harder across her jewel. Simply on fire, she cried out his name in pure delight.
       "Usako," he gasped.
       "Oh, yes," she cried, as their motions continued, carrying her closer and closer to the edge. "Oh, gods... Mamo... Oh, yes... Please... Gods... Oh, yes... Mamo-chan... Oh, yes... Oh, yes!... OH, YESSSS!!"
       Her muscles clamped down on him in orgasm just as his body thrust upward in its own climax, his manhood throbbing within her as he poured himself out into the condom. They clung to each other until the spasms faded, then fell limp. He softly kissed her, then rolled off to the side and removed his condom.
       "Mamo-chan, I love you, my prince," she sighed.
       "I love you, princess," he said softly.
       In moments, they were both asleep.

       It was sometime later when they awoke. Through the skylight they could see it was still dark outside. Suddenly, they realized the Victrola was again playing the record they had danced to. As they became more alert, they noticed a painting hanging on the wall opposite the bed, a wall that had previously been bare. The painting was of Prince Endymion in his armor, and Princess Serenity. The crescent moon on her forehead was unmistakable, and on the third finger of her left hand was a ring which they both recognized as the engagement ring Endymion had given her.
       "Where did that come from?" Usagi asked, her eyes darting nervously around the room.
       "I don't know," Mamoru answered.
       The two quickly slipped off the bed, energy flaring around them as they reverted to Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen. The painting was signed in symbols they vaguely recognized as those of the Moon kingdom, but which they could not remember well enough to read.
       "It looks like a formal portrait," he said. "But I wonder what it's doing here."
       Out of the corner of her eye, Usagi noticed a slip of paper sitting on the coffee table. "What's this?" Picking it up, she found it to be in modern Japanese. " 'Your highnesses, please consider this a gift from a once and future servant. It is not yet the proper time for us to meet, but this was a critical moment for you to be together, growing in both your love and, eventually, in your abilities. When you leave here, the portrait will find its own way to his highness' apartment. The rest has served its purpose.' " The note had no signature. "What does it mean? 'Once and future servant'?"
       "I'm not sure," he said. "Maybe someone we knew from the time of the Moon kingdom. From the note, I'd guess this person will find us when he, or she, thinks the time is right."
       "And what about this being 'a critical moment' for us to be together?" she asked.
       "I can't imagine. The note says something about us eventually growing in our abilities. Maybe that has something to do with my rose that was absorbed into your crystal," he suggested.
       From outside, they heard the squeal of a truck's brakes, and the slamming of a door as a diesel engine idled.
       "This might be a good time for us to leave," she said.
       He nodded and turned toward the door, holding it for her. They paused at the door to take one last look at the room so mysteriously provided for them, before switching off the lights.
       As the door closed, a dark cloud drifted overhead, obscuring the moon and plunging the room into blackness. When the cloud passed and light again fell through the skylight, the room was empty.
       On the roof, he gave her another kiss. "You know, I think I love you more every day," he said.
       "I know that's true for me," she said. "I love you more each day."
       "Then let's go home, my love."
       "I would go anywhere with you, my prince."

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NOTE: This yarn was spun for a challenge on the LemonRomance mailing list, in which each participating author was given a location and a situation. For this one, if you haven't already figured it out, the location was a construction site, and the situation discovering a big comfortable bed in storage. I suspect most Sailor Moon fans can guess who the "once and future servant" is, but if you can't, I won't spoil your suspense, other than to offer a continuity note that this story takes place during my revision of the "R" season, sometime after "Morning's Joy".

Always remember, good gentles, that a yarnspinner works from and within existing legends and stories. The characters of "Sailor Moon" belong to others. In spinning my yarns, I do not seek to infringe on their rights of ownership, but merely to join with other fans to spread the legend still further. "The moonlight carries a message of love." Enjoy.
 

-07.30.1999