Disclaimer: And if you hadn't guessed it already, I don't own Sailor Moon. But had I the proper timing and a good amount of imagination, I could have...and that's what keeps me going. Optimism.
Tenderness
Michiru internally "Mmm'ed" at the scent of the fresh coffee. She took the cup from her lover and continued to stare peacefully into her backyard through the large sliding glass doors. Her discovery gave her the warm and fuzzies.
"You seem pensive." The racer joined her lover and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Whats so interesting out thei-- Oh...I see." She smiled at what Michiru had been focusing on.
Hotaru was seated on the ground. Leaning against the oldest tree in their yard; she looked so dashing in the uniform that had once been Haruka's. Her head was tilted slightly as she stared off with half-lidded eyes at the object of her affection.
A few meters away from Hotaru and the tree, Usagi made slow steps towards the sitting girl. They seemed to be in the midst of a rather serious conversation. The wind was blowing hard, Usagi's long pink hair had been let down, flowing behind her in the breeze.
Emotions played in their conversation that were almost invisible to the untrained eye.
Haruka grinned. "She's seducing our daughter." She was given a little shove by her partner. "What? Its true."
Setsuna walked in at that moment. Considering the statement, she had decided to join her friends at the door. Once she had seen what was taking place, she and Michiru sighed simultaneously.
"That is so..." Michiru searched for the proper word.
"Romantic." Setsuna finished.
Usagi had kneeled down closely in front of Hotaru. Each of her movements were slow and deliberate. She took hold of the loosely done tie and pulled the girl much closer. Moist lips brushed dry ones dangerously but there was no kiss. Only searching looks and heavy breathing between the two of them. Hotaru wanted, she so badly wanted...
Hotaru desperately and awkwardly tried to find a place for her hands. She settled one on Usagi's hip and tangled the other into her long pink mane. Their foreheads were pressed together. Their noses touching. The anticipation killing the viewers. When their lips finally met passionately, Usagi seemed to fall into Hotaru. Both were thirsty for the taste of each other. Deprived of the feel of each other for too long. They separated at last but only so that Hotaru could whisper phrases only recognizable to those who have heard them often.
The three adults turned away from the door so that the young girls could whisper their gentle love words to each other in private.
