Week 2G: Angel
Sailor Raspberry
266 words
It was moments like these, as they lay curled against each other, legs entangled and fingers meeting across the sloping expanse of their bodies, that always made him wonder.
Her hair curled away from her neck and bowed into enchanting blonde spirals and whorls. And as her tiny hand sat flat against his chest, eyes closed and face buried against the arch of his shoulder, he was hit hard with realization.
Usagi shifted slowly, curving against in him one tranquil movement, and as the dusky light of the sinking moon washed over her skin, he caught a glimpse of her pure beauty.
"Angel," he murmured, so silent and so hushed that he was sure she wouldn't hear. But she stirred, lifted her head and didn't bother to brush away those few tendrils that found their way in front of her face. He tucked them away for her.
She stretched, fluttered her eyelashes, and collapsed back next to him. Her voice was soft, raw and undisturbed. "Did you say something?"
He tucked an arm beneath her head, and she shifted to accept it. "No, I was just admiring your beauty."
Her cheeks turned pink, and he smiled. After a moment of silence, she drew a piece of the covers up over her shoulders and propped herself up on one elbow. She kissed his cheek. "You're beautiful, too."