Theme: Two - Ominous
Genre: Drama/Romance
Version: Animanga
Rating: PG-13

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There's Thunder in Our Hearts
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For one, shining moment, those green eyes were swimming, free flowing and naked, in her soul. The heat of the electricity still pumping through Jupiter's veins seemed to be coursing through the frost that was slowly melting on Mercury's skin. Rivulets trailed like demanding fingers, mixing with dirt and sweat.

Mercury told herself it was the cold chill of her own power and her brief brush with death that made her gasp softly the harder Jupiter pressed their bows together and shoved her into the ground with all the power of her strong limbs. There had been no coordination in their fall. It had been all of Jupiter's energy and Mercury's surprise, and the way they lay bore testimony to it, with the taller senshi shielding the smaller.

But Mercury wasn't surprised anymore, and her arms had naturally gone to embrace her savior. Her fingers dug into Jupiter's fuku painfully, keeping their bodies together only for a second longer, allowing their foreheads to touch and lips come tantalizingly close in the struggle to disentangle and rejoin their team.

"Thank you," breathed Mercury, just like she had a hundred times before when Mighty Jupiter had shoved her quickly from harm.

And there it was. The first time Jupiter did not respond as she, too, had done a hundred times before. "You're welcome" caught in her mouth, and those green eyes were stuck somewhere between blue and oblivion. The cheeky wink turned into a wide-eyed stare, vulnerable and confused.

"You're going to get yourself killed," Jupiter managed to stutter, her breath hitching in her chest from exertion and something painful that had no name. "Are you crazy? You're going to get yourself killed."

Mercury's apology stumbled over her lips, and the next moment was awkward, with hands fluttering to find appropriate places and legs trying to stabilize the body without the faces coming too close again. Before this, they would have parted fluidly, almost playfully. They would have rejoined their group and successfully taken out the youma in question with the ease that comes from efficient teamwork.

But something had changed. There was electricity in the humid air. A storm had broken.

They had fallen for each other.