Usagi's eyes opened as the sunlight streamed into the otherwise dark room. The room was fairly bare she noticed as she looked around, not much to decorate it and there were no pictures on the walls. It actually felt cold and empty and Usagi instantly felt sympathy for Mamoru. Mamoru. Her head turned on the pillow and she faced him. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful as he lay asleep. She smiled. Then her mind focused on the night before. They had actually had sex. Her stomach instantly was met with a wave of nausea. She had broken her pact with God and all the promises she knew she was supposed to keep until marriage. How could they have allowed that to happen? Sure she had wanted the passion, she had naively thought that she could have the passion without the sex, little had she known the fire she would feel the moment he kissed her lips. And that is exactly what she had felt. A fire she had not even known possible to exist, in her sheltered pure life, had come over her body leaving her helpless against the throws of passion that soon followed. With every touch he had sent her into a world of ecstasy.

She instantly regretted doing it. She didn't regret doing it with Mamoru, no she loved him dearly, she always had, but she just regretted doing it before they got married. She wasn't even sure he wanted that from their relationship, she mentally berated herself. How could she have been so careless? How was she supposed to face him now after they had done that to each other? How was she supposed to face her parents who had raised her better than that and to resist such temptations? How was she supposed to face Motoki after cheating on him like that? Not only had she kissed Mamoru but she had committed a life binding act that was sacred in her beliefs. How could she face God now? Her head was spinning.

Mamoru shifted ever so softly as his eyes opened. Those mystical blue eyes had captured her heart the moment they had met. He smiled at her. His mind focused solely on her and how much he loved her. He was not feeling the same type of regret Usagi was. Then again, his faith was not as strong as Usagi's. He felt he could remain in his faith even after committing this act and felt no remorse for it. Usagi gave him a weak smile. He instantly knew what was going through her mind, and even though he did not feel the regret himself, he knew that she was feeling it enough for the both of them. That is why he loved her so much. She had such strong beliefs and morals. He still felt that way regardless of what they had done the night before.

"Usako," he murmured as he leaned over on his shoulder to kiss her lips. It was a sweet kiss lacking the passion and heat from the night before but she smiled into it non-the-less. In some way, on some level, she had been afraid of rejection after the previous night's actions. But she really should have known better than to think that of Mamoru. She was just feeling overwhelmingly insecure.

"Mamo-chan," she said softly back, her heart racing a mile a minute. She really couldn't linger much longer. They had school and she had to get back home before her parents woke up for work.

"I… I should get going," she said quickly, stuttering on the words. His eyes widened and his eyebrow rose in question.

"You want to leave?" he asked quietly, his eyes giving her pleading puppy dog eyes.

She nodded. "I… need to get home before my parents wake up and I… I need to process what happened," she said truthfully. "I just need time."

While her words hurt Mamoru, piercing his heart in tiny slivers, he nodded. He understood that there would be emotional repercussions for their sinful behaviour. Once again even though he didn't feel it, he did not hold anything against her for feeling what he knew he should be feeling right now as well. He lifted his body up and his perfectly chiselled chest was in her sight again. She unknowingly licked her lips, the action not lost on Mamoru. A smirk appeared on his lips but he didn't say anything. She quickly turned her body and rose to her feet standing just beside the bed, her back towards him. He was surprised and thrilled that she hadn't insisted he look away when she stood, her naked form from her back view accessible once again to his eyes. He savoured and etched the memory in his mind. He knew that it would be a long time before he saw her beautiful naked body again. She had wanted to, in the moment he was sure, have sex with him, but he also knew that she had known better than to do that. While they had broken their own pacts with God, he knew that she would not take it lightly to allow it to happen again.

She lowered her naked form to the ground, her front blocked from his vision. She picked up her recklessly thrown clothes and silently dressed. Then when she was clothed, she turned and faced him. He was still in bed, only his lower half covered by the silk black sheets; he looked so sexy and irresistible. Her body began to heat up again and she knew she had to get out of there before she lost her willpower again. Now that their bodies had been joined in such a way she longed to be with him again. She knew it would be too wrong to allow it to happen again. As it was she was overcome with guilt and that thankfully fuelled her exit.

She smiled at him lovingly despite the sickness in her stomach. She loved him so much despite the regret. She needed him to know that. She walked over to his side of the bed and claimed his lips in a short kiss. She gently caressed his face with her soft fingers.

"I love you," she whispered. "I always have, always will. Last night doesn't change that," she murmured against his face their noses touching, her eyes closed as she breathed in his scent.

"I love you too, Usako," and although the feelings had been expressed the night before, and she had known how he felt through his passion, it felt good to actually hear those words being uttered from his lips.

Usagi pulled away and began walking out of his bedroom. Standing in the doorway she turned around. "See you at school?" she asked softly. He nodded and she smiled back at him before leaving him.