None of the Sailor Senshi belongs to me nor do I wish the burden. Though if they had there would have been a lot more Yuri.
A/N: I wanted to dabble in a new pond…give me a break.
For the past two hours we've been sitting here, she hasn't said a word and I've been too wrapped up in her beauty to ask why. Strangely, there is nothing to say. The water is calming and the way the air carries its scent just amazes me. Today I wanted to be alone, but she wouldn't let me.
"Isn't living alone enough solitude for you?" she asked earlier during our phone conversation.
"I'm not feeling in a group mood…it doesn't seem right somehow," I answered, trying to mask the feelings I was having.
"At least let me come with you…I'll be quiet," she said in her soft comforting tone.
Now, here we are, down by the water alone, eating sandwiches in our usual comfortable silence. Lunch had been her idea; at least I didn't have to worry about how I dressed or how much I ate. My best friend didn't care about these things. All she seemed to care about was how I was feeling.
This is all rather strange, because my friend and I are more than what we seem. At first glance, we are two ordinary girls, of high school age, enjoying a picnic by the water. Take a second look and you will notice the differences; our height, our hair, and well just our overall appearance. Look even closer and you will see a truth that I only just recently noticed…
I love her…
"Are you just going to keep staring at me or are you going to tell me what's on your mind?" she asks not looking at me, yet staring right through me.
"I miss them," I answered, trying to avoid the first half of her question.
"Well, we all do, but brooding over their absence isn't going to change the fact they left. Besides, it's not like they died. They are only overseas in America on a concert tour," she tells me as her hand brushes mine, reaching for one of the last two halves of a sandwich.
She chuckles softly at the warm blush coursing through my cheeks, due to our brief contact. Why can't I just tell her? Why does she hold this power over me?
"I know the concert is only a temporary thing, but I wanted to talk to them," I say as I take the second half of the sandwich from her offered hand.
"Is it anything I can help you with? We are friends, right?" she asks rather coyly.
I try to lose myself in the sandwich, instead of answering her. Suddenly, I realize she is staring at me and my blush grows even darker.
"Just tell me…what could it hurt? At least you could get some of these feelings off your rather ample chest," she says, causing me to nearly choke on the last bite.
She is laughing now, because it seems she knows what is really on my mind…her. Once again, her hand meets mine. This time though, she holds it tightly between both of hers, turning mine palm up. She places a chaste kiss on it. I swear I could pass out right now, but I'm too lost in the sensations this intimate gesture bestows upon me.
"Why ask them when I'm sitting right here? You've avoided this conversation and me since they left three days ago," her voice calmly states as her body moves closer to mine.
"I wanted to know if I was chasing a dream…," my voice responds weakly. It's her closeness making me feel this way.
"This isn't a dream…,"she sounds so confident and yet, when her lips lightly brush mine, I can feel her nervousness mirroring my own.
As her lips pull away, I'm reminded of the way the water kisses the shore, before retreating upon itself. The feeling leaves me wanting more, wanting to feel the weight of her lips firmly against my own. I realize my wish is about to be granted as she kisses me again, this time firm and passionate.
The feeling is electric and I move closer to take her in my arms. At first, I feel her body tremble, but as our kiss deepens, she relaxes and brings her hand to my cheek. I want more of this, of her, but I know this is not the place. I temporarily break our kiss. We gather our things and make our way back to where our hearts already are…home.