14. Bed of roses
Alicia Blade
288 words
Sailor Moon's scream was cut short as a warm body collided with hers and sent them both tumbling down into the grass, just in time for the youma's flaming scythe to pass harmlessly over their heads. A few oomphs and oafs were heard as the two heroes rolled to a stop, and Sailor Moon found herself dizzy and light-headed as the world turned white to gray to black. A moment later, the imposing shadows began to dissolve away and she heard Sailor Mars overhead—angry, again.
"Sailor Moon, would you get up? Lots of help you were with that youma. How long are you going to just lie there? He's not a freaking bed, you know."
Sailor Moon groaned and inhaled a deep, cleansing breath in an attempt to fight off a headache and drown out Mars's voice at the same time. But that breath brought in a sudden wave of the most heavenly aroma she'd ever been faced with. With a longing sigh, she turned her face down and buried it into the warm softness beneath her.
"Sailor Moon, what are you doing? Would you get off of him?" Mars screamed.
Ignoring her, Moon murmured, "You're like sleeping in a bed of roses."
"Oh, gag me," Mars said, stooping down and yanking Sailor Moon roughly off of Tuxedo Kamen. "Honestly, sometimes I'm embarrassed to know you."
Snapped from her reverie, the headache returning, Moon turned to the Senshi of Fire. "Well I'm always embarrassed to know you!" she spat, igniting a quarrel and tongue war as Tuxedo Kamen slyly got to his feet and crept away, eternally grateful that the quiet and polite Sailor Mercury was the only one to notice the deepening redness in his cheeks.