Backyard Boom; Between the Past & the Present
Title: Backyard Boom
Theme: Fifth Period: Science_Question (5d), usako_mamoru, 2010 anniversary challenge
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Endymion was in the kitchen pondering the edibility of the bowl of red, scooped watermelon mush when he heard a consecutive pop, boom, and twin squeals of surprise and excitement.
When he went into his backyard, Zoisite was standing next to a table topped with what looked like a whole watermelon and the remaining rind of a melon that had exploded. Serenity and Chibi-Usa stood eagerly to the side, giggling at the small licks of fire flickering amongst the remnant pieces and brushing bits of the fruit off of themselves.
“What in the world are you doing?” Endymion asked.
“Helping Chibi-Usa with her science fair project,” Zoisite said diligently.
Endymion eyed the large metal canister sitting underneath the table. “She’s 10.”
“Ten-year-olds like explosions,” the shitennou responded matter-of-factly.
“Ten-year-olds probably aren’t allowed to use liquid nitrogen in their science fair projects,” Endymion shot back.
“But he can still do the second one, right?” Chibi-Usa begged.
“It is already all carved and ready to go,” Zoisite egged on.
Endymion barely managed to restrain an adamant negative reply. But one look at Serenity’s fervent face and he broke - she even had her hands clasped at her breasts, silently pleading with him.
“Last one,” Endymion warned.
Mother and daughter squeaked in excitement. And though explosions never failed to amuse, it was the duo that made Endymion smile, immeasurably entertained by an exploding watermelon.
Endymion grinned at their childishness, grateful to have them in his life…
…until a large piece of watermelon splattered his white shirt.
Then, he was just annoyed.
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Title: Between the Past & the Present
Theme: First Period: Homeroom_Locker (1a), usako_mamoru, 2010 anniversary challenge
Prompt: I wanted to experiment with new experiences (#101), Reasons People Have Sex, fc_smorgasbord
Genre: Fluff
Rating: R
Two dark silhouettes wandered the stilled hallways of Chibi-Usa’s school.
“They’re going to be closing the school soon,” Endymion murmured at her, as she tugged his hand forward. She led him down a dark hallway, lockers glinting dull gray in the moonlight.
“Over here,” she said excitedly. She drew up to a water fountain next to a closed door. “This is where Umino did it. And that,” she indicated to a portion of the door, “is what happened afterwards.” Serenity chuckled to herself, lost in the memories of her youth, while Endymion ran a hand over a splotch of paint, faded by the years, but still a blatantly different color from the whole of the door.
Serenity cuddled into Endymion, sighing as she did so. “Lots of good memories here.”
Endymion rubbed her arms up and down, slowing the motion as a grin emerged. “Want to make one more?”
Serenity glanced at him, her eyebrows briefly drawing together in question.
Endymion backed her small figure up against the cool metal lining the walls. She let out a brief and muted shriek as the cold traveled through her clothes.
“What are you doing?” she gasped through giggles.
Endymion leaned his hands against the chilly lockers, dipping his head low to kiss Serenity’s neck. His lips travelled to her ear, where he lowly murmured, “Making a memory.”
Still uncomfortable, Serenity half-heartedly pushed him away. “We can’t!”
Endymion’s lips lingered on hers in a long kiss. “Why not?”
Serenity’s arms wrapped around his neck, her body arching into his automatically. “I dunno,” she said hazily.
Endymion’s body leaned heavily on hers, his palms stroking her back and pulling her closer. Serenity moaned as he managed to make contact with what seemed like every part of her body.
Their profiles did not linger. Once joined, they did not separate but for a moment. Their shadows pulsed in frenetic rhythm. Their lips pressed together in muted cries, while the movement against the lockers clanked loudly in the empty hallway.
Moments later, the vacant hallway had one more memory for its walls, of the two that had become one, who had shuddered in contentment, who had padded towards the exit leaning upon each other, who had left one more mark in the building that saw love bloom every spring.
But this kind would linger for far longer than anyone would ever know.