Another one the tumblr crowd already knows. But, happy coffee break anyway? Let me know how you like these. There's still about 12 I haven't written, so if you have preferences for particular seasons for me to write in, let me know! (And also if you like these! Reviews are love and I love to hear from you! Keeps me motivated to write!)
A Kiss Goodbye
Her heart saw him before she did.
Before her eyes settled on his form, it had galloped away from her, warning her.
His smirk, when she finally spotted him, was downright criminal.
Her heart knew better.
He strode towards her too casually, too confidently, didn't avert his eyes at all. She nearly jumped out of her skin, looking around frantically. Surely, they'd spot him. Surely, they'd take one look at him and his delicious, sun-kissed, caramel skin, and the ridiculous outdatedness of what he seemed to think was Lunarian garb, and they'd spot him, capture him, imprison him.
He stood out like the fire in a sea of ice. He was too vivid, too richly colored. His skin seemed to almost glow in the pale, thin fabrics, surrounded by the pale marble, the soft pastell blooms, the grey soil. His skin was calling out to her to be touched, to be licked and savoured and devoured.
He was not allowed to be here like she was not allowed to be down there.
"Good evening, your Highness," he practically sang at her. His accent was so thick, swallowing the 'H' completely, rolling the words together as if to form a soft, foreign melody, and she would have whimpered to hear it had she not been so panicked. "What a pleasant surprise to run into you on these grounds."
His smirk turned wider, challenging. As if he wanted praise to endanger his own life like this and sneak into the palace grounds.
She looked around in horror and panic. Here and there people were passing, but due to some unknown miracle, her Senshi weren't around, and no one had given him and his thick black hair and his glistening, lickable skin a second look, and she was determined to keep it that way.
She quickened her step into the alcove behind the marble fountains that she used to hide behind when Jupiter and she had played hide and seek when she was little.
It had never been the best of hiding places, but it would have to do.
He followed her too closely.
When she turned back around, he was standing so close that her silver hair brushed against his skin, and she had to tilt her head to look up at him.
"Prince Endymion," she said, swallowing thickly.
"I think I preferred Dimi," he sang at her, interrupting her.
She pursed her lips. "What are you doing on the Moon, Prince Endymion? Dressed like this?"
His smile slipped from his lips. When he regarded her with serious, saddened eyes, transfixed on her for too long, she wanted to take it all back.
She knew the taste of these lips and she felt it puckering beneath her skin to take just another forbidden bite.
Forbidden. Forbidden, forbidden, forbidden.
When he finally spoke, she'd almost forgotten what she'd asked. She'd almost forgotten why this was wrong. That he was wrong here. How could something so tempting and so perfect be so wrong?
"You stopped coming down to Earth…" he admitted softly, in that perfect, intoxicating way these lips formed her language just that little bit wrong.
But the words themselves, sad and broken, tore her heart into splintering, tearing scraps.
She had. After they'd met, and she'd lost her soul to him, and after secret, reckless, stolen away moments after that, again and again, stolen kisses and stolen walks with her naked feet walking on lush, green softness along rushing, beating rivers, stolen whispers and stolen gasps and stolen hearts, she'd stopped. Her Senshi were right. She was risking two worlds for her own happiness. She was risking everything. They were right.
"We can't be," she whispered in answer even when she was already giving up, already leaning up, tugging at his hideous, pale robes.
When their lips touched, it felt like finally being able to breathe out again. He whimpered, his lips trembled in tune to hers, his tongue tasted like the rich honey wine that it had the day they'd met.
Silver strands tangled between caramel fingers when he wound his hands into her hair. She gasped against his tongue when her back hit the marble column behind her, and her pale legs wound around strong, lean hips that felt like home, cascading white silks around his form, when his lips once again started to travel and she once again got lost.
Just one kiss goodbye. Just one.
Just one more and then we'll stop.
Selfexplanatory setting tag for those scrolling to check: Silver Millennium
This can be read individually, or within my Catalyst universe as a continuation after "Harmless" in the Little Moment series.