Secrets of the New Moon
Title: Secrets of the New Moon
Theme: Senshi/Shitennou: Secrets, Day 11, sm_monthly, January 2009
Genre: Drama, Silver Millennium
Rating: PG13
Serenity flashed by below on nimble feet, the ends of her long hair fluttering and flashing underneath the bottom of her dark cloak. Mercury restrained herself from running after the girl. It was her night off, and she’d already made plans.
Sternly, she forced herself to stay put. Never mind that she was Serenity’s sworn guard. Never mind that the moon princess was always weakest at the new moon, and that of all nights, tonight was not one for escapades to Earth.
Tonight was Mercury’s night, and she would enjoy herself.
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Mercury smiled unconsciously, contentedly sated on the bed. Zoisite grinned down at her fondly, unable to resist running a hand down the front of her naked body once more. The ends of her lips lazily curled up even further, and her eyes remained closed. Zoisite sat beside her, keeping his hand over her chest, resting over her heart.
He settled the weight of his hand there to feel the steady rise and fall develop, to feel her breathing ease into deepness. Only then, and with one more chaste kiss that betrayed the other events of the night, only then did he steal away into the darkness.
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Zoisite sleepily sat up against his headboard. He stretched his naked body tiredly, running his hands through sweaty hair, watching Neptune’s silhouette and listening to her rustlings in the shadowy corners of the room. She pulled the straps of her gown up and on, adjusting the garment until it settled around her body.
Without a backward glance, she jumped out of his window into the moonless night, but Zoisite, as always, never heard the landing. Sometimes, if he tried, he could hear the slight splashing of a clean dive, but nothing more.
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Neptune swam in the waters of Zoisite’s kingdom, enjoying the weightlessness that water anywhere always brought and simultaneously trying to erase the smell of her fellow senshi and her Earthen shitennou.
Later, she would crawl tiredly into Uranus’s slim, muscled arms, determined to rest in her lover’s arms after such a long night. Snuggling close, she would breathe deeply, the strong fragrance of ocean water wafting from her own body, soothing her into sleep. She would fall asleep to the light teasing scent of wind, of masculinity layered with hidden bits of feminine.
Uranus could not help but notice that the smell of ocean water was too strong, too salty to be of Neptune, but she did not mind. It only meant that Neptune never noticed the whiff of Moon that lingered just about her lover’s neck.