Castles in the Air (Sailor Moon, Seiya/Usagi, #6)
Title: Castles in the Air
Author: seikochan
Pairing: Tsukino Usagi (Sailor Moon) x Seiya Kou (Sailor Star Fighter)
Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon
Theme: #6. the space between dream and reality
Rating: PG, for kissy details. :P
Disclaimer: Tsukino Usagi, Seiya Kou and Chiba Mamoru do not belong to me, but to the extremely talented Naoko Takeuchi. Yes, Mamoru makes an appearance in this. No, I do not bash him. So there. :P
I don't own the song "New Kid in Town" by The Eagles, either. I just borrowed a couple of lines for this drabble's cut.
A/N: This drabble is the second of the two-parter story thingamabob I mentioned in the previous drabble, "Blue Moon". This one is from Usagi's point of view.
Everything was white, almost blinding to the eyes. But they spoke of a warmth and glow that she rarely felt, and so she embraced the brightness wholeheartedly.
She was warm, so very warm. But she wasn't hot. She was just warm all over, as if someone was embracing her entire being. She swore that she had felt this way before. She couldn't exactly remember when, and she couldn't exactly remember who, but she remembered this feeling.
She thought for a while, trying to place a name on this wonderful sensation. The word 'loved' came to mind, and she thought it fit perfectly.
Someone was calling her name. Whoever it was had a slightly low, husky voice that sent shivers up her spine. He (she had decided that the person was a 'he', though it didn't sound completely correct, but neither did it sound completely wrong) called her name again, and she turned to look at him.
Surprisingly, she didn't have to turn too far, as whoever it was was right behind her, embracing her. Only then did she feel his hands upon her form, firm and calloused, yet warm and tender to her skin. His long dark hair fell over her shoulder, the thick glossy strands entangling with her own blonde tresses, forming an intricate pattern upon her skin.
She looked into his eyes, her bright blue gaze meeting his dark blue one. She felt another burst of warmth inside her, his piercing gaze reading her like an open book. His eyes were soft and kind, filled with an emotion that she could not name, and she realized that the source of warmth was him.
He spoke her name again, and to her surprise, she spoke his name as well. Her mouth formed the word, but as soon as it had escaped her lips, it fled her mind. She did not ponder his identity any further as her head was tipped back and his mouth descended upon her lips, capturing them in a sweet kiss.
Another flood of warmth washed over her as his soft lips moved tenderly, sensually over her own. Her hands moved up to wrap loosely around his neck, resting upon his nape and burying themselves in his long hair. His hands moved over her body, trailing down her lithe form to cup the small of her back, pressing her even tighter against him and deepening the kiss. She returned the contact eagerly, drunk on the warmth that coursed from his body to hers. She answered his murmurs with soft gasps, pressing her lips against his fervently and clutching at the long dark hair wound about her fingertips.
She did not know how long they kissed, but she never wanted it to end. Something faintly reminded her of her duty, of the Senshi, of Mamoru, but the warmth was too much to let go. She kissed him desperately, the contact of their lips her only anchor to the man in her arms. Her grip tightened around him for fear that he would slip away.
Something pulled them apart, however, and she only had one last glimpse of his gentle gaze before she was dragged out of the dream.
~*~
Tsukino Usagi woke to a dark room. Her eyes fell upon the digital clock that rested on the bedside table, its red digits blaring 4:30 AM. She looked around helplessly, the last remnants of her dream escaping her like sand falling through her fingers.
"Usako?" Mamoru called softly from her side. Usagi looked at the man that lay next to her, bare as she was, save for the crimson red sheets wrapped around his hips. He sat up to embrace her and numbly, she let him wrap his arms around her, her fingers trailing through the sheets.
'These should be white,' she thought, but she did not know why.
"Usako, are you all right? It's still early. Is something bothering you?" her lover asked, arranging her in his lap.
"No," Usagi said.
Both of them knew it was a lie, but Mamoru decided not to ask further. Instead, he wrapped his arms tighter around her. She reciprocated his embrace, hooking her arms around his neck and playing with the loose strands of hair that grew at his nape.
An unexpected feeling of loss washed over her, and tears fell from her eyes. She cried herself back to sleep in Mamoru's embrace, her hands grasping longingly, needily, for long dark tresses that were not there.
Author: seikochan
Pairing: Tsukino Usagi (Sailor Moon) x Seiya Kou (Sailor Star Fighter)
Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon
Theme: #6. the space between dream and reality
Rating: PG, for kissy details. :P
Disclaimer: Tsukino Usagi, Seiya Kou and Chiba Mamoru do not belong to me, but to the extremely talented Naoko Takeuchi. Yes, Mamoru makes an appearance in this. No, I do not bash him. So there. :P
I don't own the song "New Kid in Town" by The Eagles, either. I just borrowed a couple of lines for this drabble's cut.
A/N: This drabble is the second of the two-parter story thingamabob I mentioned in the previous drabble, "Blue Moon". This one is from Usagi's point of view.
Everything was white, almost blinding to the eyes. But they spoke of a warmth and glow that she rarely felt, and so she embraced the brightness wholeheartedly.
She was warm, so very warm. But she wasn't hot. She was just warm all over, as if someone was embracing her entire being. She swore that she had felt this way before. She couldn't exactly remember when, and she couldn't exactly remember who, but she remembered this feeling.
She thought for a while, trying to place a name on this wonderful sensation. The word 'loved' came to mind, and she thought it fit perfectly.
Someone was calling her name. Whoever it was had a slightly low, husky voice that sent shivers up her spine. He (she had decided that the person was a 'he', though it didn't sound completely correct, but neither did it sound completely wrong) called her name again, and she turned to look at him.
Surprisingly, she didn't have to turn too far, as whoever it was was right behind her, embracing her. Only then did she feel his hands upon her form, firm and calloused, yet warm and tender to her skin. His long dark hair fell over her shoulder, the thick glossy strands entangling with her own blonde tresses, forming an intricate pattern upon her skin.
She looked into his eyes, her bright blue gaze meeting his dark blue one. She felt another burst of warmth inside her, his piercing gaze reading her like an open book. His eyes were soft and kind, filled with an emotion that she could not name, and she realized that the source of warmth was him.
He spoke her name again, and to her surprise, she spoke his name as well. Her mouth formed the word, but as soon as it had escaped her lips, it fled her mind. She did not ponder his identity any further as her head was tipped back and his mouth descended upon her lips, capturing them in a sweet kiss.
Another flood of warmth washed over her as his soft lips moved tenderly, sensually over her own. Her hands moved up to wrap loosely around his neck, resting upon his nape and burying themselves in his long hair. His hands moved over her body, trailing down her lithe form to cup the small of her back, pressing her even tighter against him and deepening the kiss. She returned the contact eagerly, drunk on the warmth that coursed from his body to hers. She answered his murmurs with soft gasps, pressing her lips against his fervently and clutching at the long dark hair wound about her fingertips.
She did not know how long they kissed, but she never wanted it to end. Something faintly reminded her of her duty, of the Senshi, of Mamoru, but the warmth was too much to let go. She kissed him desperately, the contact of their lips her only anchor to the man in her arms. Her grip tightened around him for fear that he would slip away.
Something pulled them apart, however, and she only had one last glimpse of his gentle gaze before she was dragged out of the dream.
~*~
Tsukino Usagi woke to a dark room. Her eyes fell upon the digital clock that rested on the bedside table, its red digits blaring 4:30 AM. She looked around helplessly, the last remnants of her dream escaping her like sand falling through her fingers.
"Usako?" Mamoru called softly from her side. Usagi looked at the man that lay next to her, bare as she was, save for the crimson red sheets wrapped around his hips. He sat up to embrace her and numbly, she let him wrap his arms around her, her fingers trailing through the sheets.
'These should be white,' she thought, but she did not know why.
"Usako, are you all right? It's still early. Is something bothering you?" her lover asked, arranging her in his lap.
"No," Usagi said.
Both of them knew it was a lie, but Mamoru decided not to ask further. Instead, he wrapped his arms tighter around her. She reciprocated his embrace, hooking her arms around his neck and playing with the loose strands of hair that grew at his nape.
An unexpected feeling of loss washed over her, and tears fell from her eyes. She cried herself back to sleep in Mamoru's embrace, her hands grasping longingly, needily, for long dark tresses that were not there.