Title: It's In Her Kiss...
Chapter Eight
Author: KissThis
Rating: Pg-13...might change to R in later chapters.
Summary: Takes place about a year after the fight with Galaxia and the leaving of the Starlights. Visions plague Healer, and she desires to return to Earth. And a romance ensues with many obstacles and bumps along the way. Usagi/Yaten
Disclaimer: All Sailormoon paraphernalia belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. The plot, though, was dutifully thought of and recorded by my faithful plot bunnies.
A/N: Wow! That last part was fun!
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Usagi sat bolt upright in her bed. Perspiration beaded across her brow and ran down her arms. Her bed was damp with sweat and the silk sheets clung to her quaking body.
It was just a dream...
She exhaled slowly and closed her eyes. Leaning back against the headboard of her queen sized bed she visibly calmed and let her body relax. The feverish heat drained from her body and the coolness of the room reached her beneath the covers. She opened her eyes again and they locked on her vanity mirror across the room from her bed.
With a gasp of panic she flung back the covers of her bed leaving her entire body exposed.
She was fully clothed in her 'Bunny Ranch' T-shirt and capri's. Fear nipped at her heels, and when something else caught her eye it consumed her. A vase of roses sat on her dresser bathed in the afternoon light drifting lazily in through her open window.
"Koneko?"
Haruka stood in her doorway.
" 'Ruka, what is going on?"
"I heard a commotion from downstairs and when I got there you had fainted. I carried you up to your room."
"How-" Usagi started.
"About an hour ago."
Usagi sighed and rubbed her eyes.
"Koneko-chan, there's someone-"
BRING! BRING!
"Just a second," Usagi leaned over to her night table and picked up her fuzzy pink phone. Pushing the covers back even farther she stood up and listened as the person spoke.
Hey...
"Yaten!" Usagi smiled.
Listen...I was wondering...do you want to – you know – do something today...?
Usagi grinned at Yaten's shyness; even over the phone "What did you have in mind?"
A picnic?
"A picnic sounds great..."
Really?
"It's a date; I'll pick you up in about an hour."
That sounds great. See you then...
"Sayonara" Grinning she turned the phone off and set it back down on it's cradle. She turned around, "What were you saying, Haru-"
Seiya stood in the doorway.
Silenced wrapped around the two. Usagi knew she couldn't leave with Seiya just standing there, but she didn't want to stay here...with all these feelings now out in the open. She looked at Seiya, and rather than avoiding her eyes, Seiya stared her down. Slowly, she crossed the room to stand before her.
A gentle finger upon Seiya's lips stopped her from speaking. Usagi shook her head slowly. With a strangely sad smile she stepped back and away, and closed the door in Seiya's face.
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Changing out of her now sweaty clothes she stood in front of her walk-in closet wearing nothing but her undergarments. After a moment's deliberation, Usagi decided on fun, casual apparel with a bit of her natural flair for spunk.
She rummaged through the back of her closet and pulled out one of her favorite skirts. The dark denim material had once been jeans before they had gotten too short to fit her. With Setsuna's help she had cut, re-stitched, let-out and added on until she had a cute and trendy floor-length skirt with slits up to her knees.
She searched for a few moments, but was at a loss as to what top she should wear. Spying the two bulging shopping bags Minako had brought over in the corner she decided to look through them. There was no doubt that Minako had an incredible taste for fashion. And everything she bought Usagi, save for the recent swimsuit, was perfectly suited to Usagi's own taste and style.
The suede, beige top she had chosen subtly hugged her curves. It tied behind her neck and laced up her back in a criss-cross pattern. Dozens of articles of clothing were strewn haphazardly across Usagi's floor where she had thrown them in her search for a suitable top.
Leaving the clothes on the floor she left her room closing the door behind her and skipped down the stairs two at a time. She was relieved to find that Seiya had taken her leave while she was getting dressed.
"Hey Usa!"
"Koneko-chan."
"Kitten..."
Usagi-chan laughed. Her friend's and "room mates" had made short work of Seiya's culinary turnout, and sat at the dining table looking extremely pleased with themselves.
"Honestly, 'Ruka-chan. When I lost my extreme appetite I think I gave it to you," she teased.
The other two at the table snickered at Haruka's indignant expression.
"Hey! I'm talking to you too! Michi! Firefly!" She shot back with a laugh. Michiru and Hotaru stopped laughing while Haruka started to chuckle. Michiru rolled her eyes and gathered their plates together before heading into the kitchen.
"You're looking exceptionally foxy today, Kitten." She murmured eyeing Usagi appreciatively. Usagi beamed and struck a sexy pose. "Which also begs the question: What are you doing that made Seiya storm out of here so fast?"
Usagi sweatdropped, anime-style, and scratched the back of her head. "And how's that any of your business?" Usagi scoffed making her way into the kitchen. "Firefly, can you go get me the wicker basket from the basement?"
"Sure thing, Usa." Hotaru hopped off the counter stool and exited the room.
Haruka was instantly beside her; leaning on the counter top. Michiru appeared on the other side. "Well, now that the little one is gone...what exotic kinky fun do you have planned?" Haruka prodded waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Really Haruka! You are such a horny-"
"Hey hey HEY!" Michiru interrupted, "First things first..."
"Yes?"
"What exotic kinky fun do you have planned?"
Usagi rolled her eyes and pushed past them. Bending over the open fridge she began pulling out an assortment of foods. Haruka wrapped her arms around Usagi's bent waist and laid her head down on her back.
"Koneko-chan......" She whined, "You know you want to tell me..."
"What, do you guys like get off on-" Michiru's hand boxed the blonde's ear reproachfully. "Ow, ow, ow...OW!" Michiru drug the stumbling blonde behind her by her ear.
"Michiru! We're just going on a picnic!"
"Well that's no fun." Haruka complained.
"Well aren't you the-OW! Ow, ow, ow......"
"Michiru-mama?" Hotaru fidgeted beside the kitchen counter. "What are you doing?"
Michiru let go of Usagi's ear allowing the blonde to straighten. She blushed and twirled a strand of aquamarine hair around her finger innocently, "It's not important." The raven-haired teenager rolled her eyes in exasperation and handed Usagi the picnic basket.
"Whatever." Was her cool remark, before she started munching on the food Usagi was throwing onto the counter. As she reached for a strawberry Usagi slapped her hand sharply. The younger girl blew the other a raspberry and snatched one up anyway.
"It's just a picnic." Usagi insisted with Haruka's eyes glaring at her and burning a hole through her back. If Haruka thought she had something else planned she was sorely mistaken. "Food, ants...nothing romantic."
"Depends. Where are you going?" Hotaru popped in surprisingly.
Usagi hesitated.
She hadn't thought of that......
"I guess..." She mused out loud, finishing her packing. "It'd have to be............... wherever I damn please!"
Haruka and Michiru leapt at her in an attempt to tackle her retreating form to the floor. But she was already darting nimbly out of the kitchen and out of their range. Laughing at her roommates' comical actions, she hurried gaily out the front door and into the brisk autumn afternoon.
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Usagi leaned casually against the doorjamb of the Starlight's apartment. She adjusted her pink-tinted sunglasses so that they sat on the crown of her head, and rested her arms behind her head. Taiki opened the door dressed in a casual sweatshirt and faded pair of jeans.
Usagi straightened and gave the brunette a smile. They kissed cheeks in greeting and Usagi gave Taiki some cookies from her picnic basket before Yaten game running into the foyer. The smoke haired woman wore dark denim jeans and a gray-toned, fuzzy sweater with a box-cut neckline.
Yaten stepped out into the hallway and Usagi turned to follow. "See you later, Taiki. Give Seiya my love." She closed the door behind her and walked after her date. Her azure eyes were drawn to the subtle swaying of Yaten's hips, and then to the designer logo on the back of her jeans. Two handprints were set upon the seat of Yaten's pants, easily recognizable as the MUDD logo.
The hilarity of handprints on Yaten's butt made her chuckled in amusement; if only to cover up the desire to match her own hands up to the logo. Shaking her head to clear it, Usagi jogged to catch up to her green-eyed friend at the elevator.
Stepping inside what was basically a big metal box, Usagi pushed the button labeled 'Lobby' and slouched against the wall as the steel doors closed. Yaten's hands rested on the railings and she counted down the floors in time with the digital numbers displayed above the doors.
29..........28..........27..........26..........25..........
13..........12..........11..........10.........…....................…
"Um, Usa?"
Usagi's attention snapped back to reality, and she realized she'd been having another fantasy about the logo on Yaten's jeans, "Hmm?"
Yaten gulped, "Did I mention I was scared of small, enclosed places?"
Usagi took the two steps needed to cross the threshold of the elevator, and took Yaten's hand. "What's wrong?"
"We've stopped moving." Yaten pointed to the digital numbers that were flickering the number 10 in a rather obsessive compulsive way.
"Oh shit."
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R & R!
Trapped in an elevator with Yaten! What could be more fun?! (Besides it being with Seiya, lol) ((Haruka comes in close second as well)). Anywho. I hope you like. I don't know how long it's going to be until I update again – my grades are kind of slipping and I can't really focus on my school work or soccer with Yaten and Seiya's sexiness running through my head all the time.
But it's not just you guys that are suffering. No, my school friends are going to be in withdrawal from my presence when I'm not able to hang out with them as much anymore. Oh well. Gotta get into Oxford, ya know! ~.^
Thanks for letting me rant.
Love you all,
KissThis
