In The Cover of Darkness
Rating: PG-13
Drama/Romance/Suspense
Author: Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Well... I'm back... God I can't believe I started this fic like, two years
ago...
Chapter Eight
"Are you ready yet Minako!?!" Usagi tapped her foot impatiently on the
plush scarlet carpeting of her friend's bedroom. Dressed in black pants and a
navy halter top, she had her burgundy trenchcoat on, waiting for Minako to
finish primping.
"Er... not exactly..." Minako emerged from her walk-in closet, wearing
a white slip, dresses, skirts, shirts, draped over her arms, "What do you
think about the light blue dress, Usa-chan?"
The impatient blonde looking back at her growled.
"I agree... the blue dress is perfect!" Nervously tittering, Minako
rushed back into her closet and slithered into an aqua tank dress.
*************
Motoki glanced at his watch. He and Mamoru had been waiting a full
half hour.
"Are you positive you said 8, Motoki? Maybe they stood us up," Mamoru
suggested almost hopefully.
His blue-eyed friend shot him a look of annoyance. "Don't be stupid.
Minako wouldn't stand me up--" His face lit up brilliantly as Minako made her
entrance.
Mamoru peered around Motoki and closed his eyes as he rubbed his
forehead. Just like Motoki to set him up with just the person he didn't want
to see. Tsukino Usagi followed Minako to the small table in the corner.
MAMORU? Mina had set her up with Mamoru... Usagi felt nautious. She
groaned internally as she allowed herself to be ushered to their table.
Shuffling around, she managed to sit down, back to the wall and leg pressed
intimately against Mamoru's. Her eyes widened, but she effortlessly covered
the look of discomfort.
Motoki and Minako glanced at each other and beamed. Ah, matchmaking
was truly their talent.
*************
"And so we FINALLY get out of there and Motoki tells us he's
forgotten his hat..." letting his voice trail off, Mamoru shot a glare in
Motoki's direction.
His three companions cracked up, laughing deliriously. By now, the
previous formalities had worn away, disappearing as quickly as the wine, and
the volume of laughter continued to rise. Mamoru's hand had drifted to touch
Usagi, tracing delicate lines around her shoulders and down her back, as she
smiled in comfortable happiness. Minako was cuddled into Motoki's shoulder,
grinning blithely and occasionally whispering into his ear.
"Hey, what about the club?" Motoki suddenly perked up from the
leisurely daze he had fallen into, intoxicated by Minako's perfume and
presence.
"Honestly, Motoki, I'm wiped. I don't think I could make it to a club,
much less dance or something..." Usagi admitted, tiredly.
"I still want to go!" Minako bubbled cheerily. The two blondes beamed
at each other.
"Well, I'll escort Usagi-chan home." Mamoru stated decidedly, one arm
protectively wrapped around her shoulder as she smiled softly up at him.
*************
Mamoru insisted on walking Usagi to her door, her penthouse now
familiar. A silence settled over the couple, thick and tense. The blonde
woman looked shyly up at her companion, licking pouty red lips. Mamoru's eyes
darkened, watching the action, and he leaned forward and caught her in a
gentle kiss, hands clasping her own.
As they broke off, Usagi inhaled sharply, "Would you like to come in
for a drink?"
"I'd love to."
*************
... Twenty tequila shots later...
"Yeah... yeah... well!" slurred Mamoru, slamming the shotglass down on
Usagi's kitchen table.
"Well what?!" she blurted back, outraged for no apparent reason.
"You are so stuck-up! You never have any fun!" he managed in his
mindless defense, speech semi-garbled.
"Me?! You don't either! Live life danfer- er, dangerously! A wild day
for you, Mamoru-san, is getting up on the left side of the bed instead of the
right!"
"I'm more dangerous than you! I'm a cat burger!" He was satisfied,
even in his impaired state to see her stare at him in shock, and then delight.
"So am I!"
There... sweet jesus, I don't remember when I last updated this fic, but I'm
pretty idea-less, so I guess I'm sort of trying to end this... Yes, the whole
Serenity dealie will be cleared up...
§ylyne.
Rating: PG-13
Drama/Romance/Suspense
Author: Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Well... I'm back... God I can't believe I started this fic like, two years
ago...
Chapter Eight
"Are you ready yet Minako!?!" Usagi tapped her foot impatiently on the
plush scarlet carpeting of her friend's bedroom. Dressed in black pants and a
navy halter top, she had her burgundy trenchcoat on, waiting for Minako to
finish primping.
"Er... not exactly..." Minako emerged from her walk-in closet, wearing
a white slip, dresses, skirts, shirts, draped over her arms, "What do you
think about the light blue dress, Usa-chan?"
The impatient blonde looking back at her growled.
"I agree... the blue dress is perfect!" Nervously tittering, Minako
rushed back into her closet and slithered into an aqua tank dress.
*************
Motoki glanced at his watch. He and Mamoru had been waiting a full
half hour.
"Are you positive you said 8, Motoki? Maybe they stood us up," Mamoru
suggested almost hopefully.
His blue-eyed friend shot him a look of annoyance. "Don't be stupid.
Minako wouldn't stand me up--" His face lit up brilliantly as Minako made her
entrance.
Mamoru peered around Motoki and closed his eyes as he rubbed his
forehead. Just like Motoki to set him up with just the person he didn't want
to see. Tsukino Usagi followed Minako to the small table in the corner.
MAMORU? Mina had set her up with Mamoru... Usagi felt nautious. She
groaned internally as she allowed herself to be ushered to their table.
Shuffling around, she managed to sit down, back to the wall and leg pressed
intimately against Mamoru's. Her eyes widened, but she effortlessly covered
the look of discomfort.
Motoki and Minako glanced at each other and beamed. Ah, matchmaking
was truly their talent.
*************
"And so we FINALLY get out of there and Motoki tells us he's
forgotten his hat..." letting his voice trail off, Mamoru shot a glare in
Motoki's direction.
His three companions cracked up, laughing deliriously. By now, the
previous formalities had worn away, disappearing as quickly as the wine, and
the volume of laughter continued to rise. Mamoru's hand had drifted to touch
Usagi, tracing delicate lines around her shoulders and down her back, as she
smiled in comfortable happiness. Minako was cuddled into Motoki's shoulder,
grinning blithely and occasionally whispering into his ear.
"Hey, what about the club?" Motoki suddenly perked up from the
leisurely daze he had fallen into, intoxicated by Minako's perfume and
presence.
"Honestly, Motoki, I'm wiped. I don't think I could make it to a club,
much less dance or something..." Usagi admitted, tiredly.
"I still want to go!" Minako bubbled cheerily. The two blondes beamed
at each other.
"Well, I'll escort Usagi-chan home." Mamoru stated decidedly, one arm
protectively wrapped around her shoulder as she smiled softly up at him.
*************
Mamoru insisted on walking Usagi to her door, her penthouse now
familiar. A silence settled over the couple, thick and tense. The blonde
woman looked shyly up at her companion, licking pouty red lips. Mamoru's eyes
darkened, watching the action, and he leaned forward and caught her in a
gentle kiss, hands clasping her own.
As they broke off, Usagi inhaled sharply, "Would you like to come in
for a drink?"
"I'd love to."
*************
... Twenty tequila shots later...
"Yeah... yeah... well!" slurred Mamoru, slamming the shotglass down on
Usagi's kitchen table.
"Well what?!" she blurted back, outraged for no apparent reason.
"You are so stuck-up! You never have any fun!" he managed in his
mindless defense, speech semi-garbled.
"Me?! You don't either! Live life danfer- er, dangerously! A wild day
for you, Mamoru-san, is getting up on the left side of the bed instead of the
right!"
"I'm more dangerous than you! I'm a cat burger!" He was satisfied,
even in his impaired state to see her stare at him in shock, and then delight.
"So am I!"
There... sweet jesus, I don't remember when I last updated this fic, but I'm
pretty idea-less, so I guess I'm sort of trying to end this... Yes, the whole
Serenity dealie will be cleared up...
§ylyne.