She liked kissing him. If his lips were poison, she knew that she wouldn't care. She'd kiss him anyway, and die happy; in the bliss of his kisses. She didn't know if it was that fresh taste he perpetually had on his lips, or if it was merely the fact that it was him she was kissing that made it so amazing.

She also knew that it wasn't right to be kissing him. He didn't know it, though. He was happy with her, content to continue kissing her. But she knew better. There was someone else that he would eventually end up with. He had to. It was his destiny, and the woman who would replace herself was his true love. She knew that it would happen. His true love would come into his life all too soon. She'd started work at the palace a week ago.

What was going to happen would break her heart. He'd see this other woman, his true love, his destined, and he'd finally be able to tell the difference between lust and love. He'd see this other woman, and then he'd choose love. No matter how beautiful she could make herself, He wouldn't choose her. He'd choose the other woman.

She knew that she was kissing another woman's future husband. She knew that she shouldn't be indulging herself, knowing that his lips, his face…his heart…they would soon belong to that other woman. But right now, his lips; the lips of Artemis; belonged to one Lady Ishtar, Princess of Venus. Goddess of Love personified. Protector of the Princess of the Moon. And right now, Ishtar could kiss him senseless, and probably seduce him in his own bed. But it didn't change the fact that his true love would walk into his life. And when Artemis met her, His life as the suitor of Lady Ishtar was over.

Ishtar didn't hate Luna. On the contrary, she thought that this Luna was beautiful, capable, smart…everything she'd wish for a man to fall in love with. But she sure wished Luna were someone else's true love.

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A U T H O R S N O T E

I had a weird dream. It involved my future nephew…in-law…Preston, being kidnapped. (my brother's fiancé's nephew would aptly be called a nephew-in-law…right?) His captors were a woman from my work, Tanya, and her daughters. They had taken him to their house to watch Sailor Moon, and…yeah. This little blurb was born.

Dreams are stranger than fiction, I gotta tell ya…

I always thought that past!Venus and Arty might have had some lovin…but that's just me, perhaps.

Ishtar, by the by, was the name of the goddess of love in the Mesopotamian culture…she had a spat with Gilgamesh, who is the main guy who the artisans carved into their walls. We were learning about her, actually, in my Antropology class the other week. Cooler name than 'Aphrodite,' I thought, and it fits.

Ayaia