This originally was only supposed to be a one time shot but since someone actually asked for more I felt I had to add on to what was already there for their sake even if they never read this part.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon now, I haven't owned Sailor Moon ever, and, unless a miracle occurs, I will never own Sailor Moon. So don't sue cause I haven't got anything good anyways (including money).
Oh, also this is rated PG13 because of the topic discussed. (You'll easily figure out what the topic is! ^__^)
When Tomorrow Came
I wake up; again, I am in his arms. I glance at the clock and sigh, not wanting to do what must be done. I start to move and his arms instinctively wrap tighter around my body, holding me down, as if to say "I'll never let you go."
I continue trying to get up. I know he is only reaching out for me from the depths of his dreams. The thought of his dreams containing me are more of a deterrent than his reflexive tug on my body could ever be. I could destroy him in a matter of mere seconds but I would never be able to bring myself to do that. How could I possibly ever hurt this man who has only ever wanted me to be happy?
I manage to sit up. A sharp pain causes me to moan. Even though I no why, it still surprises me and I realize I might be walking with a limp today.
I don't care. I'm happy.
I sit for a second and wait for the pain to subside. I watch his sleeping form, knowing that it is the most peaceful sight I have ever seen in my life. I see him reach out again. I am no longer in his arms and I can watch this act with the passivity of one who is not involved.
But I am involved. More involved then I ever thought I would be. More involved than I want to be at this point in my life. I'm only 16.
I don't care. I'm happy.
I gently brush the side of his cheek. He doesn't even stir. I move to get ready, glad that the connection is complete.
I walk into the bathroom and look for the basic showering necessities. I quickly find what I am looking for and I'm amazed for a moment that he would use a shampoo, conditioner and body wash that are made for girls. No, silly he planned this night remember? He had plenty of time to find out what I like when he visited and used the bathroom.
He had planned this. He was ready for this. Was I? Doesn't matter now either way besides, I don't care. I'm happy.
Or am I?