Chapter 4
Saturday: Midnight
Serena murmured happily in her sleep, snuggling further under her comforter, cuddling against the chill of the night. The window was ajar and a light breeze played through the room. She turned over on her side clutching something on the pillow beside her…
"OUCH!" She woke with a start, sucking at her injured finger.
A red rose lay next to her on the pillow, she had pricked her pinkie on one of its thorns.
Luna meowed softly in her cat bed in the corner but did not wake up. Serena breathed a sigh of relief. A rose? She fingered it gently. Could it possibly be from Tuxedo Mask?
"Serena…" The wind seemed to whisper her name, call her to the window.
"Stupid girl," she scolded herself, "It could be a trap from the NegaVerse."
But it didn't feel like dark magic and the girl followed the sound of her name. She drew back the curtains to the window and peered out into the night.
"Serena…" the voice called again.
Serena mounted the windowsill prepared to step onto the air and follow the voice. She held her breath, stopping for a moment. She'd surely fall to her death; it was quite a drop from the second story window. But the voice urged her on and somehow she knew it was good. Remembering to breathe she leapt out of the window onto the air. It was a fatal mistake. She started to drop, spiraling towards imminent death on the ground.
But two strong arms caught her around the middle, hoisting her with him up into the sky among the stars.
"Tuxedo Mask!" she gasped breathlessly.
They stopped at a picturesque point overlooking the Tokyo Gardens, hanging suspended in midair where the girl's face was illuminated in the lights of the city. He grew hot.
"Would you care to join me in a dance?" he asked her, his voice huskier than he intended.
Serena nodded dreamily, wanting to leap, jump and shout for joy. "YIPEE!" she cried internally.
He offered his hand. She accepted it and he drew her into a slow waltz, revolving on the spot.
"I'm dancing with Tuxedo Mask!" Serena sighed happily, closing her eyes and resting her head against his chest.
Tuxedo Mask started slightly. His heart thumped against his chest at their closeness. He was afraid she'd hear it.
She murmured slightly, "So cool…"
Their bodies were close now, pressed up against one another, vibrating with heat.
"So familiar," he thought thinking of the Princess he was supposed to find. But why should he be thinking of her?
Serena had similar thoughts. Sometime long ago she had known these arms.
"My Prince," another involuntary murmur escaped her lips causing Tuxedo Mask's eyes to widen in surprise.
He smiled, "My Princess," and cupped her chin with his hand, gazing into her crystal blue eyes.
He had an overwhelming desire to kiss her on those full, luscious lips. She giggled at him and he drew her face closer until their lips finally found each other, meeting in union.
"I'm going to like kissing," though Serena, who had never been kissed before.
Their kiss deepened and she ran her fingers through his hair, trying to find the string to his mask. She just had to know who her mysterious protector was.
He felt her fumbling with the string, but it was like a wake-up call. He broke their kiss, suddenly drawing away.
"But why?" she asked feeling used and injured.
"This has all been a dream," he told her his voice becoming a memory on the wind, "Close your eyes. It's all been a dream."