100 Themes: Little Moments
#27: Stained Glass
Lillie Bell

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

The nature of this drabble is otherwise known as me flying by the seat of my pants. I have no hand at crafts, nor do I pretend. Yes, I can unclog your sink, make slime, fail a test with grandeur, and even create small explosives if I so desired, but crafts are not something of which I am familiar. Basically, let's assume everything works nicely.

Usagi pressed the last shard in place. The small pieces of colored glass suspended before the window cast the floor into many hues, giving the room a sparkling countenance. The blonde beamed with pride, nearly as bright as the sun filtering through the pieces she spent the majority of the afternoon putting together. A local craft shop was advertising simple ways to brighten the home and Usagi, always willing to please her husband as well as make their otherwise scarcely decorated apartment less dreary, proceeded inside. The ladies there went through a small crash course of how to paint the shards with an overview of how to mix colors to get a desired effect. So Usagi took a step back, not noticing the colored jewels dancing on her own form, admiring her handiwork.

That was how Mamoru found her, drenched in multicolored light, her chest puffed proudly, and hair cascading down her back looking truly like her silver tresses of a millennia ago in the sunlight that pressed upon her. His heart melted instantly and he quietly stalked to her serene form. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, warmed by the sun's rays, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled its scent as if he would simply starve without it.

"Do you like them?" she whispered, turning in his arms. A modest blush crept into her cheeks from his intense gaze. He didn't even look at the glass.

"Beautiful," he whispered, leaning over. She knew this part and instinctively leaned into him, using his muscular body as an anchor that she would surely need when he kissed her and she lost all feeling in her legs.

"Mamo-chan," she drew back and ignored his dazed look. She was disconcerted with his lack of reaction. She hadn't thought it possible that he would not enjoy the small decoration. Her voice hitched in a whisper, she explained: "I was trying to make our apartment beautiful."

"Usako," he smiled, leaning into her lips once more. His voice and soft caress sent reverberations through her body as he spoke against her opened lips. "You make our apartment beautiful."