AN: Hey, everyone! I apologize for the onslaught of stories, but I've been on a roll recently!
A special thanks, as always, to my dear friend, floraone for being such a fantastic beta!
This will be a series of drabbles focusing on Usagi and Mamoru's first year of marriage, and I'm using word prompts from Transmissions from the Moon's premiere drabble challenge. So, basically, lots and LOTS of fluff coming your way!
I LOVE feedback and reviews, so don't ever be afraid to tell me what you think!
And, much to my dismay, I still don't own Sailor Moon.
"Tomorrow is only found in the calendar of fools." -OG Mandino
Chiba Mamoru sighed deeply, as his head nestled between the two odango on his wife's head. His wife. Usagi was his wife. Now, that would take some getting used to in the best possible way.
The sight that stretched before the pair was nothing short of magical. It was the final night of their honeymoon, and Mamoru had surprised Usagi with a private cruise of the Seine River at sunset.
Paris. The City of Light. Usagi hadn't hesitated at all on her choice when Mamoru had asked where she wanted to go after their wedding. She had always dreamed of going there, and since he was in the business of making her dreams a reality, France was where they would go.
"Isn't it beautiful, Mamo-chan?" Usagi breathed in an almost whisper, the awe evident in her voice and features.
"Not as beautiful as you." He smiled against her hair, feeling the blush rise on her cheeks.
"You're so corny, Mamo-chan. Marriage has softened you." There was a definite teasing to her words.
He laughed and shrugged. "It's your fault, you know. I was perfectly content being a grumpy old grouch, but you came into my life and wiped that all away."
She smiled again, and they fell into a comfortable silence as they exited their boat back onto the banks of the Seine. As they walked along the stuccoed houses in the moonlight, Mamoru felt a deep sadness creep up in him. Their two weeks spent alone, completely wrapped up in each other had been the best of his life, but tomorrow, it would come to an end.
Selfishly, he wanted to keep her to himself forever. They had been through so much. Overcome so much, that he felt it was time they simply were allowed to be happy. He just wasn't ready for reality to crash down around them. Unconsciously, Mamoru pulled Usagi closer to him, and she settled happily against him as they walked.
They were nearing Sacré-Cœur when Usagi noticed a quaint little stand selling macarons, her eyes growing large as she turned to ask, "Can we please get some, Mamo-chan?!"
He chuckled at her. "Of course, Usako. The whole stand if you want."
After Usagi had had her fill of the sweet pastry, they continued on into the Paris night, where they soon stumbled across a group of street musicians. They had seen dozens of groups just like this over the past two weeks, but Usagi always had to stop and enjoy their talents, often squealing in delight at the show each offered. This time was no exception.
Mamoru watched with amusement as his wife took in the sight in front of them. It never ceased to amaze him how she saw the world around her. Everything was beautiful to Usagi. He only wished he could find a way to express to her that it was only beautiful because she was there to make it so.
Something came over him, then. Looking back, even years later, he still couldn't find an explanation for what he did next. Mamoru had come a long way in releasing his inhibitions since Usagi came into his life, but he was still a private person and would always remain so. But in that moment, he came alive.
Placing his hand on Usagi's shoulder, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Dance with me?"
The smile that came onto his wife's face was heart achingly beautiful. He wanted to remember her just like this. Always.
She nodded enthusiastically, and Mamoru held out his hand to her.
And so they danced. Blocking the world out so it was only them, the music and the moonlight. Nothing else mattered.
Tomorrow would come, and along with it, the realities of life. But why worry about tomorrow when today had given you everything you could possibly ever need?
End