She managed to duck into a side hallway and raised her wand - she was so
weakened by the gas that it felt like raising a piece of lead. "VENUS
POWER!"
	As soon as the transformation began to take effect, she felt the weakness
leave her, replaced by the surge of mighty strength she always felt as she
moved from "normal" to "magical" state. When she was fully Sailor Venus,
she looked back out into the room and saw most of the people unconscious. .
.and the two things preparing to carry off Glen.
	"STOP RIGHT THERE, NEGACREEPS!" she shouted, leaping into the ballroom.
Holding up her old Sailor V sign, she added, "V is for Victory - I'm Sailor
Venus!"
	"Away, Sailor Brat!" one of the creatures snarled. "We're taking this
far-seer back to the Negaverse! He will serve General Hematite well!"
	"You're taking him nowhere! Put him down!"
	One of the things responded by raising its paw and flexing its fingers.
Tiny, stinging beams of laser light shot out and knocked Mina off her feet.
She felt little needlepoints of pain all over her body. . .
	But she struggled right back to her feet. "Is that the best you've got?
Take this - VENUS CRESCENT BEAM. . . ."
	"HA!" the other creature shouted. "You're forgetting we're holding this
young man! Unleash your crescent beam, and you'll hit him, too!"
	But instead of aiming at them, she aimed at one of the chandeliers.
"SMASH!" She knew what would happen - when the creeps saw the thing falling
toward them, they'd drop their prisoner and run. And that's precisely what
happened. With lighting speed, she lunged forward and pushed Glen out of
the way just before it crashed to the ground.
	"It's all right, Glen," she whispered. "I've got you. I won't let them get
you.  There's only two of them. . .I can take them easily now."
	"THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK, SAILOR BRAT!" She looked up, and with shock and
disbelief, she saw the creatures dividing like amoebas. Now there was four
of them. . .then 16. . .then the whole room seemed to be full of them. .
.and they were all shooting at her. She felt like bees were stinging her to
death.
	Oh, Gods, she thought. Artemis was right. I should have told the others. I
can't do this without backup. They're going to get Glen, and I can't stop
it. . .
	Then, she remembered what the goddess had told her. "Trust in your powers.
You have no idea what you are capable of summoning forth from yourself."
	And she felt all the emotions boiling inside of her. . .her anger at the
Negacreeps, her love for Glen, her fear for his safety. . .boosting her
powers, making her stronger and stronger. And she knew what to say, what to
do, as if the goddess were telling her herself.
	Calmly, she stood up, raised her arm, and shouted, "VENUS CRESCENT BEAM. .
.*SHOWER*!!!!!" The hailstorm of tiny, meteorlike beams shot from her,
taking out a third of the monsters all at once. While the others were still
recoiling in shock, she pivoted and repeated the attack. One of them tried
to sneak behind her back and grab Glen. She wheeled around, yelling,
"SAILOR KICK!" and knocked him across the room. Now the remaining
Negacreeps were fleeing. . .except one that grabbed her from behind and
tried to choke her. Artemis leapt on the thing, attacking it with teeth and
claws, then jumped away just before Mina finished it off with her standard
"CRESCENT BEAM. . .SMASH!" With one last "VENUS CRESCENT BEAM. .
.*SHOWER*!!!!", she got rid of the monsters still remaining in the room.
	Then she flopped to the ground beside the still-prone Glen, breathing a
deep sigh, trying to comprehend what just happened.
	I did it, she thought. I protected Glen all by myself. I took out a whole
army of Negacreeps. And I found a whole new power. . .
	She decided that going into battle without backup was something she would
*never* do again, but at this moment, what she had done felt oh, so
satisfying.
	Then, the people around her started to come to. "It's all right,
everyone," she told them. "The things that disrupted the ball are gone."
	One of the people recognized her. "You're. . .you're Sailor Venus! One of
the Sailor Scouts!"
	"Yes, I am. And I made sure you all were safe." She picked up Glen. "Now,
I have to make sure this young man is all right. . .he was the focus of the
attack."
	Artemis jumped onto her shoulder, and she did a super-leap onto the upper
balcony, ignoring the people below her applauding and calling her name.
Public acclaim didn't matter to her. Right now, only one thing mattered. .
.Glen.
	Finding a bedroom, she deposited him gently on the bed and knelt beside
him. He opened his eyes slowly. "You. . .you saved me. . ."
	"Yes, I did, Glen."
	"I never thought I'd see you again, Mina. . ."
	She smiled. "You know it's me? You never saw me in this form. Just as
Sailor V. . ."
	"You're forgetting I'm a far-seer. Ever since you left England, every time
I felt the power come upon me, I used it to look in on you. I know that
you're Sailor Venus now, and part of the Sailor Scout team."
	She squeezed his hand. "Oh, Glen. . .for months, I thought I was going to
die, not hearing from you. I acted like I was boy-crazy, got crushes on
other guys, trying to drive you out of my head and heart. . .but nothing
worked. I never truly forgot you."
	"And I could never forget you. If it wasn't for my grandmother, I'd have
been writing to you every single day."
	She sighed. "I thought it was something like that."
	"She tried keeping me busy, matchmaking me with society girls. . .but I
never wanted anyone but you." He paused. "Mina. . .she passed away last
month."
	"I'm so sorry."
	"After the funeral, I went away by myself for a couple of weeks, to do
some thinking and evaluate my life. And I realized the one thing I wanted
more than anything else was to try and get you back in my life again. So
when I heard about this reception, I contacted Buckingham Palace and
pleaded with them to let me represent Britain." He paused, reaching up to
gently touch her hair, then her face. "Mina, I love you. I always have. I
know that a long-distance relationship isn't going to be easy, but I'm
willing to try it if you are. My family has money and plenty of it. . .I
can come see you in Tokyo every time I get a break from school. And I can
fly you in to visit with me."
	She felt tears forming in her eyes. "Glen, I don't know what to say but. .
.I love you too. I'm willing to give it a try."
	"And someday, I promise you. . .we won't be apart. I'll find a way, one
way or another, for us to be together all the time."
	They kissed, tenderly, gently. She rested her head on his chest and his
arms came around her.
	"How long will you be in Tokyo?"
	"A week."
	"Then we have a whole week to spend every moment that we can together."
	She stayed with him until he fell asleep. Then, she went to the bedside
table, found a pad and pen, and wrote her phone number down, slipping it
under Glen's hand. Picking up Artemis, she looked back at her love and
smiled. Things are going to work out this time, she thought.
	Then, she opened the window, and she and Artemis sprung off into the night.
* * *
	It was the fastest, most wonderful week of Mina's life.
	She introduced Glen to her friends and fellow Scouts, and they got along
swimmingly. She took him to all her favorite places. They shared a very
romantic kiss at the top of Tokyo Tower, the wind blowing in their hair,
and another on the Ferris wheel at the amusement park.
	And all too soon, it was his last night in Japan.
	She found herself telling her mother that Glen was leaving *that
afternoon,* not the next day - and that the girls were having a sleepover
that night at Raye's temple to help cheer her up. She knew exactly what was
going to happen that night, and her heart was pounding with excitement and
anticipation.
	The encounter she'd had with Tuxedo Mask, an encounter that had been
partly motivated by her desperate loneliness after her separation from
Glen, had been wiped from her mind - and body. The goddess Venus had
restored her virginity. This was going to be her *true* first time, the
first time with her Eternal Love.
	He took her to one of the city's finest restaurants, and the evening felt
charged with magic from the moment they arrived. They held hands by
candlelight, staring into each other's eyes.
	"Mina," he said, "I don't think I can remember ever being so happy."
	"Me neither."
	"I wish this week never had to end."
	She rubbed his hand in both of hers. "It isn't over yet."
	He took her hand and kissed it. "No, it isn't."
	After they ate, they danced, pressing their bodies together, feeling like
they were melting into each other. The evening grew late, and still they
stayed on the floor together, not wanting the moment to end.
	Then, he whispered, "Mina. . .do you want me to take you back to your house?"
	She didn't hesitate. "No."
	He drew her close, and they kissed, gently at first, then growing more
fiery, their mouths opening to allow their tongues to touch and caress. . .
	Reluctantly, he broke away from her, only to put his arm around her
shoulders and draw her close again. "Come on. . .the limo's outside."
* * *
	All the way back to his hotel, they cuddled and kissed. She drank in every
sensation - the softness of his hair under her fingers, the sweet taste of
his mouth, the clean spiciness of his scent, the heat of his body against
hers. Every detail of this night was being imprinted on her brain, a night
she knew she was going to remember for the rest of her life.
	They arrived at their destination, the most beautiful and opulent hotel in
all Tokyo. Ordinarily, Mina would have stood open-mouthed, gaping at her
surroundings. But now, she only had eyes for the young man beside her, who
was taking her hand and leading her through the lobby.
	In the elevator, they kissed fiercely again, their anticipation at the
boiling point. Why, oh why was it taking so long to reach his floor. . .
	Finally, the door of his suite was closing behind them. He held her at
arm's length, just feasting his eyes on her.
	"Mina," he said, "you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my
eyes on. How could I have lasted so long without you being a part of my
life. . ."
	She touched his face. "We're together now, Glen. And we will be together
again." She leaned over, closing the gap between them, pulling him close.
Their mouths came together again, with more fire than ever before. Her
tongue stroked and caressed his, and he made a noise in his throat that was
somewhere between a moan and a growl. His lips left hers, and she tipped
her head back, encouraging him to kiss his way down her neck.
	"Mina," he whispered, "I've. . .I've never done this before. I saved
myself for you."
	"Oh, Glen. . .I'm a virgin, too."
	"Then this night will be extra-special for both of us."
	He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, depositing her gently
on the bed.  His hands moved slowly down over her shoulders, caressing her
breasts through her clothes. She stirred and moaned softly. He lay on the
bed next to her and pulled her to him, kissing her again, one hand sliding
to her back to undo the zipper of her dress. She pulled away only long
enough to fling the garment away, followed by her slip, shoes and
stockings. Eagerly, she caressed his mouth with hers again, pulling off his
jacket and tie and unbuttoning his shirt as she did so.
	"I've always wondered," she whispered, "if it feels good for a guy to have
his nipples sucked."
	"Want to find out?"
	She kissed her way down his neck, down to his chest. She ran her fingers
over it again and again, glorying in the feel of smooth skin over taut
muscle. Finally, her mouth reached her goal, and she flicked her tongue
over his nipple before drawing it in her mouth and sucking gently. She felt
him stir. "Ohhh," he moaned, "it *does* feel good. Very good." She kissed
her way over to his other nipple and repeated the licking and sucking, as
he reached behind her to undo her bra. She unbuckled, unsnapped and
unzipped his pants, and they pulled apart momentarily to rid themselves of
the scraps of unwanted clothing. Now both were clad only in their
underpants, but despite the lack of clothing, the room felt *very* warm.
	As they kissed again, his palms cupped her breasts, rubbing back and forth
over the nipples. She purred. He brushed his fingers over the swelling,
hardening tips, and she felt a hot dampness rising between her thighs.
Then, his head was leaving hers and moving downward. . .When his tongue
began circling her nipple, she jerked and cried out, tangling her fingers
in his hair. "Oh, Glen, yes, that's what I want. . ." He drew the bud into
his mouth, and she moaned deeply as his lips tugged on it. Oh, it was
better than she'd ever imagined it would be!
	He moved his mouth to the other breast, and as he sucked it, their bodies
were shifting, unconsciously, into the position of lovemaking. . .she was
parting her legs, he was settling between them, and then they were moving
their hips, his covered manhood rubbing against her covered womanhood. They
both moaned, and found themselves moving faster and faster. . .Oh, Gods,
she thought, if it feels this good when we're both still wearing our
underpants, how good will it be when we're naked?
	She soon found out. He pulled away from her, panting, and stripped off her
damp panties, groaning with surprise and delight at what he saw underneath.
Gently, he caressed the blonde curls on her nether lips, then a finger
parted her folds and he began stroking, exploring, finding the opening of
her virginity and the nub of flesh above it - when he stroked that, she let
out a shriek and pressed herself hard against his hand.
	He moved down on the bed so his face was level with her womanhood.
Tentatively, experimentally, he touched her lightly with his tongue - and
then he quickly grew bolder, running it all over her folds, flicking it in
and out of her, then rubbing it on her jewel again and again. "AAAHHHH!"
she cried as suddenly she was seized with hot spasms, electric pleasure
flooding her as her hips jerked upward as if encouraging him to stay down
there forever.
	When her orgasm faded, he gently eased away from her. She sat up, grabbed
the waistband of his shorts, and yanked them down. There was his manhood,
strong, proud, and erect. She thought it was the most beautiful thing she
had ever seen in her life. Her fingers enclosed it, stroking it up and
down, as he writhed and called her name.
	"Glen, my love," she whispered, "have you got something?"
	"Look in the bag on the nighttable," he replied.
	There was a bag from a local drugstore. Inside was a package of condoms.
She pulled one out, unwrapped it, and took him in her hand again. She was
surprised at how easy it was to put it on him.
	He rolled her over so that she was on her back again, positioning himself
between her thighs. Their eyes locked and held, communicating without words
that both knew the significance of this moment, this wonderful, special
moment. Gently, he began to move into her. When he started pushing against
her barrier, he paused and bent his head to hers. They kissed, a silent
reassurance that yes, we both want to do this, we both want to do this more
than anything in the world. . .
	Then, he surged forward, breaking her virginity. She gasped as she felt
the pain, tears stinging her eyes. Glen held her tightly and kissed her
cheeks, her forehead. "Mina. . .Mina, my love, I'm so sorry. . ."
	"Don't be. The pain's over now, Glen. . .I just want to feel you inside
me. Make love to me."
	He began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed. She moaned as
little waves of pleasure flooded her. It was just so, so delicious! Her
hands wandered up and down his body, grasping his buttocks, caressing his
back, tangling in his hair. . . "Glen, oh Glen. . ." His fingers were
caressing her nipples as he continued to plunge in and out of her, and she
groaned loudly, feeling herself trembling on the brink again. . .He gave a
hard, deep thrust, and she went over the edge, crying his name out loudly
as waves of luscious heat exploded within her. The feeling of her sweet
walls grasping and tugging at him brought him to the point of no return as
well, and he yelled as the climax broke within him.
	He collapsed atop her, both of them panting, clinging onto each other as
if their lives depended on it. "I love you, Mina."
	"I love you too, Glen."
	"Oh, God, there was a time when I thought this moment would never happen. . ."
	"But it happened, my love. We're together."
	Reluctantly, he pulled out of her, throwing away the rubber. Then, they
snuggled into each other's arms and drifted off into the kind of blissful
sleep that only lovers experience.
* * *
	She saw him off to the airport the next day. They clung to each other as
long as they could, until the last call for boarding was announced for his
flight.
	He kissed her, a final, lingering, sweet kiss. "I will be back as soon as
I can, my love," he whispered. "And I'll call, and send you e-mails. . . ."
	"And I will come to see you as well, I promise," she answered. "I love you."
	"I love you too."
	As she watched him get onto the plane, part of her felt sad - but mostly,
she was rejoycing. She'd been reunited with the love of her life, and
they'd never be apart for long again.
	And, she thought, even when we're a thousand miles apart, I know he'll be
watching me.


AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yes, I know that a lot of you were asking for this one. It
took me a long time to come up with the kind of love story I thought that
Mina deserved. I hope you feel that it was worth the wait.

Thanks, as always, to Mark Berger, Artemis and Luna, and Jeffrey, Zero and
Sally Wizard, builders and maintainers of the Sailor Mac Shrine
(http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Bay/8344). Thanks also to Jennifer Wand,
who has posted several of my fics on my all-time fave Sailor Moon site, the
Tuxedo Mask Shrine (http://www.ccs.neu.edu/home/eponine/tux/tuxedo.html)
and wrote a very sweet intro to go with them.

Coming soon: "Moon and Rose: The World of Romantic Sailor Moon Hentai," a
site I am collaborating on with Mark Berger that will feature fanfics and
fanfic reviews.

Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.