Summary: Imitation just doesn't do it.
The Real Thing
by: honey
He held on tightly and inhaled femininity. Fingers flexed into
softness. His knees parted only to squeeze around the pliable,
moldable . . . indifferent pillow.
Usagi had spent the entire day curled around said pillow, and
Mamoru was valiantly trying to recapture the feeling of being wrapped
around her.
He released the pillow and lay on his back, staring at the
ceiling. Resigned, Mamoru turned to his last resort.
He took the eight inch, sky blue bunny from beside his alarm
clock, folded it beneath his hands on his chest, and closed his eyes
with a sigh.
'Whatever works.'
Written for Romance Themes Drabble Challenge by
Sailor Draco, using theme #17 – cuddle