The Pre - Party
Description: Things get underway a little early.
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Prompt: This picture
Characters: Rei / Minako
Words: 210
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon is property of Takeuchi Naoko.
Notes: An entry for the Picture is Worth 100 (or so) Words contest at sailormoonland
She was already waiting at their meeting place. Her hair was a beacon, glossy and dark against the pristine white backdrop of the park. Her cheeks were barely pink from the cold. She looked like a statue, staring almost sadly at the frozen pond; only the cloud of breath streaming from her nose betrayed this illusion. The only sound aside from the wind was the soft crunch of approaching footsteps. She turned her head toward the noise and their eyes met. The girl’s lips formed a small, coy smile.
“You’re late.”
“You’re early.”
They embraced, seeking each other’s warmth through layers of poofy winter clothes. Their lips met, sealing out the cold air between them. When they pulled away, reluctantly, their faces had a bit more colour.
“Just what I needed,” she grinned, and the lovers kissed again. The beep of her watch broke the intimate moment, and she beckoned toward the path.
“We’d better get going.”
“Aw, Rei - chan, it doesn’t start for half an hour!”
“I’d like to try some of the food before Usagi gets to it.”
They laughed and walked to their destination hand - in - hand. Before buzzing the intercom to announce their arrival, Rei turned and, with another quick kiss, said, “Merry Christmas, Minako - chan.”
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Prompt: This picture
Characters: Rei / Minako
Words: 210
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon is property of Takeuchi Naoko.
Notes: An entry for the Picture is Worth 100 (or so) Words contest at sailormoonland
She was already waiting at their meeting place. Her hair was a beacon, glossy and dark against the pristine white backdrop of the park. Her cheeks were barely pink from the cold. She looked like a statue, staring almost sadly at the frozen pond; only the cloud of breath streaming from her nose betrayed this illusion. The only sound aside from the wind was the soft crunch of approaching footsteps. She turned her head toward the noise and their eyes met. The girl’s lips formed a small, coy smile.
“You’re late.”
“You’re early.”
They embraced, seeking each other’s warmth through layers of poofy winter clothes. Their lips met, sealing out the cold air between them. When they pulled away, reluctantly, their faces had a bit more colour.
“Just what I needed,” she grinned, and the lovers kissed again. The beep of her watch broke the intimate moment, and she beckoned toward the path.
“We’d better get going.”
“Aw, Rei - chan, it doesn’t start for half an hour!”
“I’d like to try some of the food before Usagi gets to it.”
They laughed and walked to their destination hand - in - hand. Before buzzing the intercom to announce their arrival, Rei turned and, with another quick kiss, said, “Merry Christmas, Minako - chan.”