Happy Monday, guys! It's the penultimate week of these kisses! Today's another new one and I hope you enjoy!
A Kiss Out Of Pride
It was a mess of a battle. They were rusty and it was awful and they made stupid mistakes.
They'd beat Galaxia a year ago and no new enemy had surfaced, but sometimes, like always, something weird happened. A vengeful spirit, some corporal evil energy, an experiment gone wrong, you name it. Sometimes, rarely, they had to suit up.
But Venus had been caught off guard and Jupiter misjudged the distance of her thunder and Mamoru felt like he had two left feet all of a sudden, or as if this was his first ever tango all over again.
It didn't get better when Mars and then even Uranus and Neptune arrived on the scene. How'd they all suddenly gotten so bad at this? It had only been what, half a year?
He was loath to admit that Luna and Artemis might be on to something. Maybe they did need regular training...
Then Uranus hurled her World Shaking accidently into the hut across - which was thankfully devoid of inhabitants but exploded on them in soda and rubble, and obscured their sight long enough for Mamoru to manage to accidently pin Jupiter into a tree via roses instead of the enemy attacking her, for Mars to light the grass underneath him on fire, and the enemy to cackle in manic laughter as it shimmered back into hovering more-or-less corporeal existence above them.
What even was it? Spirit? Troll? God of Mischief turned rogue? Someone's nightmare turned on them?
They were doing an awful job, and their downturned faces all spoke of wary frustration.
Until Sailor Moon arrived.
She did look a little like an angel with her wings and the light coming from behind her.
"Hey!" she'd yelled with a giant grin of a smile, hand on her hip and one scolding finger held up. "Having all the fun without me?"
It was Rei, of course, who gave her the dirtiest look among them.
And then she swooped in, and suddenly it was easy.
At one point he just simply stood there, mesmerized, watching, completely and utterly unneeded like the rest of them. She was magnificent. She bantered with the thing and it bantered back and forgot to even attack, and Sailor Moon sparkled and saved them all with a wink and a beam of a smile, and one twirl of blasting pink and white powerful magic later, and the spirit was freed. Not destroyed - Usagi did not destroy. Usagi made you whole again.
He was still staring at her when it was all over.
"What?" she eventually said as they stood opposite each other in the same alley to detransform, crinkling her nose in adorable confusion.
He sighed, maybe a bit too reverent, and leaned forward, invading all her space until his forehead leaned against hers, the crescent moon warm and tingling against his skin, his top hat completely in the way, and sighed that absolutely whipped sigh once more. She was magnificent.
"What?!" she asked again, this time with a laugh, if more confusion.
His gloves on the back of her neck were maybe too insistent, and the way his sigh continued into her mouth maybe a little weird, and she giggled in absolute confusion even when he grinned right back and kissed her with insistent, little, happy kisses to her mouth, her cheeks, her crescent moon insignia.
He was just so proud. So, so, so proud.
"Mamo-chan!" she giggled, her gloved hands at the crook of his elbow and crinkling the tuxedo fabric, and he was kissing and kissing and kissing and allowed to worship the most powerful person in the world, and he was just so very fucking proud of her.
It didn't matter if all of them sucked from time to time. Sailor Moon had got them covered, even if she was prone to falling on her pretty butt, sometimes.
Obvious Setting Tag: Post-Stars
And yeah I'm proud of our girl too. She's badass.