The Other Girl
Disclaimer: I do not own Ail, An, or any of the rest of the Sailor Moon universe.
There were so many things to love about An that Ail couldn't count, and didn't care to, besides. He noticed them in their day-to-day lives, tiny mannerisms that to her were nothing but to him were another declaration of the depths of his heart. The way she flipped her cherry-blossom hair behind her tiny shoulders, or the soft curve of the corners of her mouth when he said or did something she liked. The tenderness with which she cared for the baby Makaiju on their uncharted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and the way she curled up to fall asleep in his arms.
Then there were the things he noticed during intimate moments. The satin smoothness of her hair, the creamy mint color in her skin, the gentle give of her soft mouth. Oftentimes he would rub the pad of his forefinger over the tips of her ears, feeling them shift gently beneath his touch. There was nothing more that she could be for him, because her perfection shone every day, rain or shine, through all her tempers and breakdowns.
Yet it was on one such night that the two of them cuddled, inebriated on the energy of their sapling and on the verge of lovemaking, when Ail opened his mouth to tell her about the other girl.
"What?" she said.
"There was another girl. Beside Usagi. Another human girl that I loved."
An's cheeks burned dark green. "And who, dare I ask, might that have been?"
Ail bit back a laugh at her indignant flush. "Relax, love," he said, and leaned down to murmur in her ear. "Would you mind being Natsumi for me, just this one night?"
An's body relaxed, and he felt her shift beneath him, and when he pushed himself up he saw tears in her milk-chocolate eyes, milk-chocolate eyes next to thick auburn hair and light pink skin, and there she was, Natsumi lying beneath him, and he pulled her up and hugged her tight and again spoke softly in her now-rounded ear.
"My An."