Happy Tuesday guys! A new kiss again (in fact the next kisses will be new as well; there's only one kiss this week that you already know!) – let me know what you think! :)

A Kiss In Relief

Usagi burst through the green door of his apartment with all the strength and intensity of Sailor Moon and tackled him on his bed. Before he even had the chance to react, to compute, to anything, she had planted herself on top of him and started peppering his face in kisses.

"Are you ok? Are you ok?!" She mumbled desperately into his skin, puncturing her every word with hard, pressed kisses from her firmly puckered lips.

He sighed in deepest relief, lifted his hands and wrapped them around her waist and pressed her warm body to him, and leaned his face firmly into her onslaught, breathing her in.

He was ok, now that she was here and safe and alive.

The cats had jumped off the bed the second missile Usagi had launched, and he was perfectly content to simply keep lying here and thank her for saving his whole planet while he was rendered sick and useless.

"I am," he sighed at her, slinging his arms around her even tighter, yellow fabric of his pyjamas against the green of her sweatshirt. "Are you ok?"

He felt her nod against him even when her lips were still firmly pressed against his temple, and he took the opportunity to press his face into the junction of her neck and inhaling her deeply.

Here. Safe. Was it over? Had they won? They must have, he could feel it.

It was only later, after she'd calmed down but remained in his arms for the simple reason that he refused to slacken his hold on her, that she told him of the fight, of the Golden Crystal, of Helios, of Nehelenia and her revenge on the White Moon Family, Nehelenia who had been dying but wasn't dead, wasn't gone. Of Usagi jumping off a platform that was floating into space because a dying Nehelenia had kicked Chibiusa's body off of it, only to plummet in a free fall down to Earth.

He'd frozen. Clamped his arms around her even tighter yet in shock. "What," his lips had shot.

Usagi shook her head against his throat, curled against him. "I got her. We didn't die."

But her voice wasn't strong. The fright sat deep, and he could feel it vibrating through her without anything to anchor it.

"Usako…" he breathed.

He couldn't be there for her during this nightmare. But he sure as hell could be here now.

And so this time it were his hands and lips that did the onslaught, hands on her cheeks, and her chin and the bridge of her nose and her eyes and the nape of her neck and the crook of her collarbone, and lips traveling it all to check, to reaffirm, to tie her to his heart and never let her go.

"It's over," she murmured in a small voice against his kisses, but it was to reassure herself as much as it was to reassure him, and the tears that bubbled from her eyelids and the kisses he pressed to those immediately were a testimony to the fact they were both well aware of the nature of her words. "We're good. They're gone," she begged.

He felt her breathe out shakily, every muscle in her body still poised for fight but loosening in relief under his touch so very slowly. Her tears against his skin. And so he kissed, and kissed, and kissed, just as she had done before, and soon she was kissing back again. That frantic, panicked sort of relief that they both didn't want to be so frightfully familiar with.

And so she pushed him flat back against his mattress or maybe he did that to her, and let their kisses ground them. Kiss after kiss after kiss until they all ran together in a frantic mess of tongue and lips and gasps and teeth. Deep, long, frightened, confirming. One more and it would be ok, just one more, and one more again. One more – hands yanking at the back of her knees to pull her closer to him, to press her into him, shaking bones and panic behind eyelids that sat deep and stayed and they grabbed at each other like an anchor.

We're good. We're ok.

Obvious Setting Tag: Super S

So yeah you all remember how Mamoru was put into bed and dying for all of the Super S finale, right? This is quite obviously right after.