Usako_mamoru 3rd anniversary challenge 2009
Day 2- Friends
By Natsudori Lina
Swirls of colors, of jewel tones, of blacks, and whites, and expensive fabrics whirled past her. She twirled around the dance floor in the arms of a tuxedo-clad man, barely paying attention to her feet.
Usagi had never been this graceful.
She concentrated instead on the man whose arms gently encircled her. High cheekbones in a perfectly sculpted face. Healthy skin. Amused, crinkled blue eyes. Black hair with a hint of blue to it. His eyes remained fixed on hers as he lifted her hand to his lips and she blushed prettily.
Usagi had never been this poised.
Her slim white hands smoothed down the tulle on the skirt of her dress, and he captured that errant hand as he lead her once more around the dance floor. The music slowed. So did they. It stopped. They did too. He lifted her chin with a finger and she closed her eyes and puckered her lips.
Usagi had never been this lucky.
"Usagi-chaaaaan," a distant voice intruded.
"Minna-chan, this is wrong, we shouldn't have just barged into her room."
"Well, a phone call wouldn't have worked."
"Enough—Minako, stop poking her. Get up, Odango!"
Usagi whirled in a tangle of limbs, and hair, and linens from her bed onto her floor. After a confused moment, in which she looked around with heavy-lidded eyes, she seemed to realize what had happened. And more notably that she was awake. "I'm going to kill you, Pyro!" she screeched, leaping to her feet.
Rei, perhaps heeding Usagi's imminent warning for once, took off running.
After all, Usagi had never been this pissed.