6/22/06
Painting
AN: Usagi/Setsuna shoujo ai.
Haruka opened the door t o see a very nervous Usagi. "Odango-chan?" she asked, surprised, leaning against the door frame. "You look nice." Looking the smaller blonde up and down, Haruka couldn't help an appreciative smile form on her face.
Usagi blushed. Secretly, she agreed with the older girl's assessment, but was too embarrassed to do anything else but acknowledge the comment.
She was dressed in a fitted tuxedo, black with a pressed white blouse underneath. Deep red suspenders and cummerbund, black top hat tucked under her arm, white gloves, and a red rose in her lapel completed the outfit. Her long blonde hair, instead of in her usual buns, was tied back in a long braid, two long strands of hair loose and framing her face.
Haruka smirked. "Are you here to apply for my job?"
Usagi's blush deepened, but before she could respond, Michiru stepped up, chiding her lover. "Haruka, be nice to Usagi-chan – oh!" Her eyes brightened, "It turned out much better than I had hoped!" She all but clapped her hands in glee.
A little relieved at the aquamarine headed girl's arrival, Usagi cleared her throat, fingering the bowtie at her collar. "Can we… uh, I-I…" her voice cracked, the red of her face moving outwards to touch the tips of her ears, "Come in?"
"Oh! Of course. I'm sorry." Pulling Haruka, who hadn't stopped smirking at the younger girl, out of the doorway, Michiru let her inside. "Setsuna's upstairs. She's still getting ready with Hotaru-chan."
"Ahh. I'm sorry I couldn't find a cape like you wanted…" Usagi offered, gratefully taking a seat on the couch.
"Would you like some tea?" Michiru asked, and when the blonde nodded, "Haruka, could you get our guest some?
"Now," she smoothed her skirt, turning back. "That's quite alright. Seeing you now, I think you look better without. You do look rather dashing, Usagi-chan."
Usagi blushed again, but this time Haruka was there, and she handed her a cup of tea, effectively hiding the reaction from Michiru.
"You shouldn't be so free with your blushes, Odango-chan," Haruka teased gently, taking a seat next to her girlfriend.
Usagi gradually found herself relaxing more and more with the two older senshi as they chatted. Her anxiety over her outfit was fading, and, as she felt more comfortable, it wasn't strange as it had been. Sure, she had transformed into a man once to stop an evil youma in a case with wedding dresses – and with that transformation, a tux – but the blonde was more used to summer dresses and ball gowns. And what Michiru wanted her to do… It made her a little embarrassed.
Hotaru presently came down, announcing that Setsuna would be there shortly, and then squealed, running over to Usagi. "Ooh, Usagi-chan, you did it!"
Putting a hand behind her head, Usagi started laughing. When she stopped in mid-chortle, Haruka and Michiru looked up.
Standing at the top of the stairs, looking breathtaking, was Setsuna. The tall woman was wearing a dark red dress, flowing down her back like water. It shimmered, the fabric and color complimentary to her complexion, her long black hair elegantly arranged around her face in a style reminiscent of Ancient Rome. A red shawl, slightly lighter in tone than her dress hung loosely over her upper arms, and as she made her way down the stairs, red high heels sparkled on her feet. There was a modest slit at her knee, and two thin straps hugged her collarbone, affixing the dress in place. Light red lipstick, a simple gold necklace, two crystal earrings, and a small tennis bracelet were the last of the accessories.
Haruka's low whistle said it all.
Usagi's eyes grew big, and a huge smile made its way to her face. "Wow, Setsuna-san! You look wonderful!"