And here's another one the Tumblr crowd already knows! Hope I manage to sweeten your Friday coffee break, and I'll be back with you on Monday! (And if you want to sweeten MY day, let me know what you think, or even what you'd still like to see! :D)

A Kiss To Shut Her Up

He saw Sailor Moon breathe a sigh of relief and help the victim to her unsteady feet.

The woman still looked frazzled, the crowd around them forming. He knew from experience that the process felt violating, intrusive, strangely and uncomfortably intimate. Those dream mirrors looked innocent enough, but…

Sailor Venus suddenly tensed, more than she previously had when the Remless had attacked and tricked her, and Tuxedo Mask whipped his eyes to where she looked in sudden terror.

What he found was still a relief, even if, yes… definitely not un-tense-worthy.

He followed after Venus with a sigh.

Always Usagi. They always cornered Usagi, knowing full well she was the Senshi most likely to accidently spill a secret (or a hundred).

Two microphones were already in Usagi's face, a guy behind them hefted a camera over his shoulder like particularly heavy weights, and he only caught the rest of what they were asking.

"–shrine you mentioned last week. Most of your sightings are in the Azabu-Juuban area, would it be any of the ones located there?"

Sailor Moon lifted her hand behind her head in nervous laughter just as he arrived, framing her other side as Venus stopped, menacing, on the other.

"Ah, no, no, of course not, I've never been in the Azabu-Juuban area ever, ehehehe," Usagi tried nervously.

His mouth twitched, just as Chibi Moon and Venus facepalmed. They were standing smack in the middle of Juuban-dori, the exit of the metro station reading "Azabu-Juuban" in full view of the camera right behind Sailor Moon.

The reporter chuckled, pushing her microphone a little closer towards Sailor Moon. "Right, the week before you mentioned you have a brother–"

It was Chibi Moon who replied with a giant groan and a huff, second in command of Spilling Secrets To The Press.

"Ugh, of course you'd blab Sailor Moon, sometimes I still can't believe you're my Ma-"

Venus's hands clamped over Chibi Moon's mouth so hard the girl was lifted off her feet and against Minako's chest.

"Mentor," Venus completed Chibi Moon's sentence with a sweet, practiced, charming smile that betrayed everything else, even when she took a few backwards steps, retreating from the press.

Mamoru took the cue, nudged Sailor Moon's elbow as he did the same, taking her with him.

"No wait," the reporter called after them, following in slower steps, restricted by the cables and the camera. "So out of all the Senshi who do you think has the purest dreams…?"

Mamoru inhaled sharply. The question was reckless, put a target on their backs, the reporter knew better, and of course anything Usagi would answer here could give them serious trouble later.

He shook his head at her sharply even as she looked at him worriedly.

He could see her thought process. 'Better me than you guys', her worried eyes said. It didn't even occur to her that she could just reply with 'No comment'. Instead she opened her mouth, to his horror, and started throwing herself under the bus.

"I guess that would be m–mph"

His hand flew into her hair, crushing her up towards his lips and occupying her mouth as effectively as he knew how. In the process, he gave the reporters an answer to a question they'd been pestering them with for years and they'd never gotten a satisfying reply to.

Guess now they did.

So, if that was how he dealt, he guessed he could put a little show in it. Bend her over, kiss a little deeper, and he chuckled into her mouth as her whole body seemed to sigh against him in bliss and go slack, lips turning soft and oh so pliant and receptive to his, her hands curling up to frame his face.

A little further away he heard a wolf-whistle that could only have come from Venus, safely away from the press.

Taking that as his cue, he snaked an arm around her waist, released her lips with a pop, and winked at the camera before jumping up and straight onto the next roof with his princess as his cargo.

She wrapped both arms around his shoulders, relaxing against his hold completely, letting herself be carried.

"How come you're allowed to do that, but every time I open my mouth in front of a camera you guys yell at me," she pouted.

He flinched an apologetic smile, putting all the sorry into it. If it were reversed, he'd be giving her hell. He had been the one saying it was better and safer for them if the press didn't precisely know if the rumours of their relationship held any merit. They'd be top news for weeks, get followed around at every battle.

But better the press demanding public affection than a Remless after her dream mirror, right?

"I'll make it up to you?" he cringed.

She only snuggled closer, happily sighing against his chest. "I'll take that in more kisses just like that one," she smiled against his neck. "And ice cream. Lots of ice cream."

He chuckled, tightening his grip around her legs for the next jump. "Coming right up," he said.

Setting Tag: Super S

So I'm a sucker for interactions when they're transformed. (Or also really if only one of them is transformed.) And I think for a show where they're superheroes together for FIVE SEASONS we get surprisingly little interaction like that in canon. And I want MORE. MOREMOREMORE. So yeah, maybe you agree lol.

(And also I will totally die on the hill that the Senshi would be a public interest phenomenon. Like the canon within-canon Sailor V anime. There'd be shows and merch and speculation and TV shows and movies and if there were real superheros in the world YES OF COURSE THERE WOULD BE FANS AND FANCLUBS. Friggin SPORTS CLUBS have fans and fan shops. The media and capitalism would be all over the Senshi lol.)