sweetener: 100 themes
prompt: skin
final word count: 240
sailor moon is not mine.
Darien should have looked away the moment that her shirt road up and revealed the smooth, ivory flesh of her stomach. He should have, yet he did not. And he instantly regretted it the moment that she turned to look at him again. At some point his face had turned a bright shade of scarlet, his ears burning with embarrassment. He still couldn't seem to tear his eyes away.
Serena's brow furrowed as she leaned forward, pressing a hand to his forehead. He was flushed and looked like he'd seen a ghost. She was slightly concerned for his wellbeing.
"Darien? Are you alright?"
He can't speak, his throat is suddenly very parched. It was in that moment that he chose to tear his eyes away from her. Maybe if he got his heartrate to slow down, he'd be able to look her straight in the eye again. He shook his head when she asked again.
"I'm fine," he choked out, the burning in his ears having yet to subside.
"Are you sure," the blond asked, peering at him suspiciously.
Darien nodded, offering a smile, albeit a bit forced. "I'm sure. Just had a bit of a moment for a second there, but everything is okay. How about we head to the arcade?"
Serena didn't press the issue further, instead opting to nod her head and latch on to his arm as they left the park to head toward the arcade.