(no subject)
Title: Secret Rendezvous
Author: Raya
Theme: OTP / Clandestine
Genre: Romance / Humor
Version: Manga
Rating: G
Word Count: ~1,178
Disclaimer: My one true pairing (Usagi and Mamoru) sprang complete from the mind of Takeuchi Naoko, and they still belong to her. These little chocolate simulacrums, however are mine! *hugs the chocolate protectively to her chest*
Secret Rendezvous
Serenity peeped around the door cautiously. Her azure eyes darted right, then left scanning the patio and stairway in front of her, and then she slipped out of the palace and walked towards one of the columns that marked the beginning of the steps. She tried to move at her normal pace, but it was hard. Her nerves were urging her to run as quickly as she could down into the garden, but she knew that if she did that she would attract attention. And attention was not something that she wanted at the moment.
She pressed herself casually to the cool white marble and let her gaze scan the naturalistic garden in front of her. No one would think to look for her here. Her dislike of plants that snagged her hair and clothes and paths that disappeared while you were walking them was quite well known. That’s what made this garden so perfect for her plans.
Seeing that the grounds and gardens were empty, she glanced around the patio behind her once more and took a deep breath. Still trying to walk normally, she let go of the column, fixed a thoughtful expression on her face, and walked down the wide steps. Those nine steps and the short strip of grass at their base always seemed to stretch on into forever, but soon she was hidden from view by the tall clumps of decorative grass.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she paused just inside the garden, and then smiled. No voices calling her name curiously. No footsteps rushing after her. She was free. She paused just a moment more as the wind stirred her long, white hair, and then disappeared with a shimmer.
From a window high above the ground, he watched her curiously. Her deliberate moves. Her surreptitious watchfulness. The shimmer in the garden as she used her power to transport herself elsewhere.
He frowned at that. He knew that Serenity was powerful enough to protect herself. He also knew that she either would not do so, or would wait until it was too late. Closing his eyes, he tried to use his psychic senses to determine where she had gone.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Serenity closed her eyes and inhaled the exciting, enticing scent. If she was caught, she knew she would be in trouble. Her Guardian Senshi did not like it when she slipped away from them. After the rebellion last year they were both paranoid and protective, and they would likely panic if she did not get back before they missed her.
But guilt was a far, distant thing as she snuggled into the enchanting warmth. It had been so long, so terribly long since the last time she could slip away. She could not wait another moment.
Tilting her head back, her eyes still shut, she parted her lips and waited expectantly. She was quickly rewarded as warmth pressed tightly to her lips and that addictive taste filled her mouth. She swirled her tongue around, teasing out as much of that flavor as she could and enjoying the wonderful silky texture that made her shiver. She moaned softly in ecstasy as she pressed herself closer, wanting more.
Smothered snickering made her straighten up quickly. Serenity’s face blushed bright red as she looked around the small café. She hastily lowered her cup back to the table, unaware that the whipped cream had left a fluffy mustache over her upper lip.
And that was when she saw him. She gasped in shock as she met his smoldering blue gaze, and her heart jumped within her. He was so handsome, leaning there against the bar, a hot drink held casually in one hand. He lifted the white cup to his lips and took a long, deliberate sip, his eyes never leaving hers. She swallowed as the room seemed to vanish and close in around her both at once. Then, his eyes suddenly laughing at her, he turned away.
The disguised ruler of Crystal Tokyo frowned at his back. That was not right. That was not what he was supposed to do. She looked around the table in front of her, and then pulled a paper napkin out of its slot. She wadded it up into a ball, crumpling it as hard as she could, and then lobbed it at his back with a triumphant smirk.
It fell from her face as the napkin fell short of its goal. Frowning again, she pulled out another one, balled it up, and tossed it. It took almost thirty attempts before she finally got one to land in his dark hair. “Yes!” she cried as the patrons around her laughed and shook their heads.
Slowly, the slim, tall man turned to face her. His eyes were still laughing as he reached up to pull the paper from his hair, but his face was locked in a teasing scowl. “That hurt, Odango,” he said as he clenched his fist around the napkin. He drew his arm back to toss it back at her, and then paused as her failed bombs caught his eye. He sagged then, trying not to laugh and spoil the game. “You shouldn’t just go tossing your trash wherever you feel like it. There are trashcans all around. Use them.”
“Hmph,” she replied, turning her head to the side and tossing her nose into the air. “I thought it was filled to overflowing.” In spite of her affronted expression, she could not keep the laughter out of her voice.
“You must need glasses,” her husband quipped as he slipped off his stool and began to clean up her mess. “Maybe that’s why you’ve never been able to hit a target.”
“I don’t know how I could have missed such a big one,” she shot back as she whirled around to face him. She blinked as he placed the crumpled napkins on the table, and watched as he snagged his coffee and then sat down.
“Got me, Odango,” he replied. “I never know how you do what you do.” Unable to resist, he leaned across the table and wiped at the dried whipped cream on her face. His eyes darkened as the thought of licking it off for her stole through his mind.
Serenity felt her breath catch again at the look, and then shook her head. “What are you doing here?” she asked softly as she picked up her cup.
Endymion smiled. “I just thought I’d come and see what trouble you were getting into now.” He chuckled as she gave him an affronted look. “I should have known you were sneaking off to spend time with your one true love.”
She blinked at him in surprise, and then smiled as she leaned closer to him. “It was a hope…”
He reached out and snagged one of her hands. “The boats after this?”
“Mmm… And maybe dinner on the beach?”
“Your wish is my command,” he replied softly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. The next morning, after listening to the irritated reprimands from their friends, they made a quiet promise to do it again sometime.
Author: Raya
Theme: OTP / Clandestine
Genre: Romance / Humor
Version: Manga
Rating: G
Word Count: ~1,178
Disclaimer: My one true pairing (Usagi and Mamoru) sprang complete from the mind of Takeuchi Naoko, and they still belong to her. These little chocolate simulacrums, however are mine! *hugs the chocolate protectively to her chest*
Secret Rendezvous
Serenity peeped around the door cautiously. Her azure eyes darted right, then left scanning the patio and stairway in front of her, and then she slipped out of the palace and walked towards one of the columns that marked the beginning of the steps. She tried to move at her normal pace, but it was hard. Her nerves were urging her to run as quickly as she could down into the garden, but she knew that if she did that she would attract attention. And attention was not something that she wanted at the moment.
She pressed herself casually to the cool white marble and let her gaze scan the naturalistic garden in front of her. No one would think to look for her here. Her dislike of plants that snagged her hair and clothes and paths that disappeared while you were walking them was quite well known. That’s what made this garden so perfect for her plans.
Seeing that the grounds and gardens were empty, she glanced around the patio behind her once more and took a deep breath. Still trying to walk normally, she let go of the column, fixed a thoughtful expression on her face, and walked down the wide steps. Those nine steps and the short strip of grass at their base always seemed to stretch on into forever, but soon she was hidden from view by the tall clumps of decorative grass.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she paused just inside the garden, and then smiled. No voices calling her name curiously. No footsteps rushing after her. She was free. She paused just a moment more as the wind stirred her long, white hair, and then disappeared with a shimmer.
From a window high above the ground, he watched her curiously. Her deliberate moves. Her surreptitious watchfulness. The shimmer in the garden as she used her power to transport herself elsewhere.
He frowned at that. He knew that Serenity was powerful enough to protect herself. He also knew that she either would not do so, or would wait until it was too late. Closing his eyes, he tried to use his psychic senses to determine where she had gone.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Serenity closed her eyes and inhaled the exciting, enticing scent. If she was caught, she knew she would be in trouble. Her Guardian Senshi did not like it when she slipped away from them. After the rebellion last year they were both paranoid and protective, and they would likely panic if she did not get back before they missed her.
But guilt was a far, distant thing as she snuggled into the enchanting warmth. It had been so long, so terribly long since the last time she could slip away. She could not wait another moment.
Tilting her head back, her eyes still shut, she parted her lips and waited expectantly. She was quickly rewarded as warmth pressed tightly to her lips and that addictive taste filled her mouth. She swirled her tongue around, teasing out as much of that flavor as she could and enjoying the wonderful silky texture that made her shiver. She moaned softly in ecstasy as she pressed herself closer, wanting more.
Smothered snickering made her straighten up quickly. Serenity’s face blushed bright red as she looked around the small café. She hastily lowered her cup back to the table, unaware that the whipped cream had left a fluffy mustache over her upper lip.
And that was when she saw him. She gasped in shock as she met his smoldering blue gaze, and her heart jumped within her. He was so handsome, leaning there against the bar, a hot drink held casually in one hand. He lifted the white cup to his lips and took a long, deliberate sip, his eyes never leaving hers. She swallowed as the room seemed to vanish and close in around her both at once. Then, his eyes suddenly laughing at her, he turned away.
The disguised ruler of Crystal Tokyo frowned at his back. That was not right. That was not what he was supposed to do. She looked around the table in front of her, and then pulled a paper napkin out of its slot. She wadded it up into a ball, crumpling it as hard as she could, and then lobbed it at his back with a triumphant smirk.
It fell from her face as the napkin fell short of its goal. Frowning again, she pulled out another one, balled it up, and tossed it. It took almost thirty attempts before she finally got one to land in his dark hair. “Yes!” she cried as the patrons around her laughed and shook their heads.
Slowly, the slim, tall man turned to face her. His eyes were still laughing as he reached up to pull the paper from his hair, but his face was locked in a teasing scowl. “That hurt, Odango,” he said as he clenched his fist around the napkin. He drew his arm back to toss it back at her, and then paused as her failed bombs caught his eye. He sagged then, trying not to laugh and spoil the game. “You shouldn’t just go tossing your trash wherever you feel like it. There are trashcans all around. Use them.”
“Hmph,” she replied, turning her head to the side and tossing her nose into the air. “I thought it was filled to overflowing.” In spite of her affronted expression, she could not keep the laughter out of her voice.
“You must need glasses,” her husband quipped as he slipped off his stool and began to clean up her mess. “Maybe that’s why you’ve never been able to hit a target.”
“I don’t know how I could have missed such a big one,” she shot back as she whirled around to face him. She blinked as he placed the crumpled napkins on the table, and watched as he snagged his coffee and then sat down.
“Got me, Odango,” he replied. “I never know how you do what you do.” Unable to resist, he leaned across the table and wiped at the dried whipped cream on her face. His eyes darkened as the thought of licking it off for her stole through his mind.
Serenity felt her breath catch again at the look, and then shook her head. “What are you doing here?” she asked softly as she picked up her cup.
Endymion smiled. “I just thought I’d come and see what trouble you were getting into now.” He chuckled as she gave him an affronted look. “I should have known you were sneaking off to spend time with your one true love.”
She blinked at him in surprise, and then smiled as she leaned closer to him. “It was a hope…”
He reached out and snagged one of her hands. “The boats after this?”
“Mmm… And maybe dinner on the beach?”
“Your wish is my command,” he replied softly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. The next morning, after listening to the irritated reprimands from their friends, they made a quiet promise to do it again sometime.