Wish
By: Lufia
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, as you are all well aware.
I just really like the characters and find them fascinating to write about.
Can you guess who today's subject is? Enjoy!
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She stands before me a vision in purest white. I feel my breath hitch in my throat as her full lips curl
gently upwards in a smile, a smile only for me. Her ocean-blue eyes smile as well, reflecting the honesty
of her feelings, the genuine love she radiates, all for me. She lifts a hand, carefully brushing back
her honey-gold hair from her face, and giving a delicate squeeze to the buns atop her head, making sure
they are firmly pinned in place.
I reach out, taking one alabaster hand in my own, marveling at the delicate, slender fingers and
perfectly manicured nails. As my skin touches hers, I feel fire dance up my nerves. She steps
forward, melting into my embrace, and I wrap my arms around her. I rest a hand on the small of her
back, where her velvet skin meets the silk and satin of her dress. Her free hand slides up the front
of my jacket and curls around the back of my neck, fingering the silver hair resting on my collar.
I smile in return, letting my own, amethyst eyes prove my love for her.
She inclines her head ever so slightly, lips parting, then pursing, and her eyes flutter closed.
I dip my head down, gracing her with the barest hint of a kiss. Her fingers curl around my hair
more tightly, tugging my head downward to deepen the sensation. I comply willingly, pressing her body
even closer to mine.
Suddenly, a sharp knock at my door startles me, and my pure goddess vanishes from my embrace.
I sigh, my heart so full of longing I think it might burst. I close my eyes in wariness and turn to
the door, leaving my fantasies to be continued another day, hopefully fantasy no longer.
By: Lufia
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, as you are all well aware.
I just really like the characters and find them fascinating to write about.
Can you guess who today's subject is? Enjoy!
************************************************************************************
She stands before me a vision in purest white. I feel my breath hitch in my throat as her full lips curl
gently upwards in a smile, a smile only for me. Her ocean-blue eyes smile as well, reflecting the honesty
of her feelings, the genuine love she radiates, all for me. She lifts a hand, carefully brushing back
her honey-gold hair from her face, and giving a delicate squeeze to the buns atop her head, making sure
they are firmly pinned in place.
I reach out, taking one alabaster hand in my own, marveling at the delicate, slender fingers and
perfectly manicured nails. As my skin touches hers, I feel fire dance up my nerves. She steps
forward, melting into my embrace, and I wrap my arms around her. I rest a hand on the small of her
back, where her velvet skin meets the silk and satin of her dress. Her free hand slides up the front
of my jacket and curls around the back of my neck, fingering the silver hair resting on my collar.
I smile in return, letting my own, amethyst eyes prove my love for her.
She inclines her head ever so slightly, lips parting, then pursing, and her eyes flutter closed.
I dip my head down, gracing her with the barest hint of a kiss. Her fingers curl around my hair
more tightly, tugging my head downward to deepen the sensation. I comply willingly, pressing her body
even closer to mine.
Suddenly, a sharp knock at my door startles me, and my pure goddess vanishes from my embrace.
I sigh, my heart so full of longing I think it might burst. I close my eyes in wariness and turn to
the door, leaving my fantasies to be continued another day, hopefully fantasy no longer.