Title - Incoming!
Author - Ghrdr
Rating - PG-13
Series - Sailor Moon
Pairing - Minako/Hotaru
Disclaimer - I do not own the Sailor Moon series nor it's characters
and this is not for profit
Author Notes - Read and Reveiw please
Incoming!
Hotaru Tomoe absentmindly drove her aircar away from the hustle and bustle
of Crystal Toyko and it's Palace. With the skill of long practice she rose above
regular traffic and into the airspace reserved for government officals and couriours.
Adjusting her speed and course slightly Hotaru settled back for the twenty minute
ride to where she and her wife resided in an upper middle class neighborhood.
The three bedroom house on it's own three acres was modest enough that
most people tended to ingore it. While tourists flocked to stand at the fences of
Rei's Temple or the Outer's Mansion most of the populous thought she and her
wife lived in the Crystal Palace. That was true to a point, they had an apartment
in the Palace for when they had late duty or the odd emergency, but both of them
prefered their small house to anywhere else. Especially now that Minako's trim
form was starting to show the gently rounded stomach of her pregnacy.
Hotaru stopped and tilted her head as she was climbing out of her aircar
trying to figure out why her blonde wife's pregancy affected her so deeply now.
It used to be that it only took a few minutes of watching Minako for Hotaru to
quit resisting the urge to make love to her wife. Now all she had to do was kiss
Minako while carassing her increasing curves and that was all Hotaru needed to
drag her wife off to be ravished.
With a small smirk, Hotaru unlocked the front door and went inside to find
her wife.
Four Minutes Later...
With a loud crash, the screen door on the backside of the house was flung
open and shoved into the wall as Hotaru Tomoe came scrambling out of the
house. Running for all she was worth Hotaru managed to make it to the edge
of the raised deck and then allowed gravity to assist her onto the ground. Face
first.
As Hotaru was running across the deck the screen door had started to close
but not before a frying pan came rocketing out at head height on the dark haired
young woman. While gravity was helping Hotaru reach safety the pan had sailed
on about twenty-three feet from the edge of the deck and finally fell to the
ground. Looking at the pan as it landed Hotaru figured it would probably be best
if she stayed outside until her wife cooled off.
Making her way over to where a hammock was set up in the shade Hotaru
settled down to wait. Reaching over to the wrought iron end table she picked
up the gift catalogue resting there. Thumbing through it for an "I'm sorry" gift
Hotaru thought she had found the perfect crystal vase until she loock over the
top of the book and caught sight of the frying pan. Then again, maybe something
from the plushie section would be better...