Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the wonderful characters portrayed within the story. They are all owned by their rightful owners. How I wish I could be them.

By the Fire's Side

I sat there watching the rain fall sheepishly down the clear window. The fire crackling beside me.

I was lost in my own thoughts, not noticing the quiet click of the door behind me. Silent footsteps following the beat of my heart.

A touch on my shoulder jolted me out of my reverie. Turning to see who this intruder was, the culprit who rudely disturbed my peaceful thoughts.

I looked up into warm brown eyes and shaggy locks surroundinga warm smile.

I couldn't help but smile back. He gently handed me a cup with gorgeous smells arising from its depths.

The fire's crackling startled me; it was burning brighter than ever. I hadn't realized how cold it had become.

I thanked him and patted my hand next to me, indicating him to sit. Which he did casually.

Sitting there with this man beside me, in front of the cozy fire, watching the rain, I realized how content my life really was.

I knew this man had feelings for me; had themsince the first time we met. Though I didn't realize it until recently that I returned the feelings. I'm to chicken to actually come out and say them.

He looked at me; caught, I thought.

I had been staring at up at him intently, debating whether or not I should confess to him. I turned away blushing, ashamed of my shyness.

He smiled his charming, eloquent smile again and put his arm around me.

I shook with nerves.

Unconsciously I put my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes wishing for this moment to never end.

He took his arm from around me, making me regret my carelessness, thinking I had done something offensive. He looked at me, no longer smiling. A serious expression now lie upon his brow. He cupped my chin in his hand.

I didn't know what to expect, he touched me with such deep expression, but the look in his eyes definitely stated he had something important on his mind.

I looked at him worried of what was to be said, when he slowly lowered his face, connecting his lips to mine.

As we pulled apart, he still looked serious, while I was smiling.

I suppose my smile, grinning in all ecstasy, gave him courage. He whispered quietly, almost inaudibly, "I love you."

Not finding the words to tell him I felt the same, I let my actions talk. Pulling him into another kiss, I knew he read my thoughts.

I love you too.

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