Disclaimer: Very, very standard yes, but still no, I don't own Sailor Moon.
Story 62: Parfait d'Amour Part undici
The first time they played a game
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"Did you happen to lose your wife?"
The words were simple enough, shadowed with a deep fervor in her tone that was simply unmistakable.
"No." His sighs colored the air, answering with an addition shake of the head. "More like," He paused, biting his lower lip. "Discovered a new aspect of her."
Skin still aglow with sparkle dust she slid closer to him on the silk sheets, the feathers of her mask, a memento from the night's gala, obscured her heart shaped features. "How so?" She questioned, moving to straddle his bare torso, hiking up her abundant skirts as she did so.
He laughed; the deep vibrations making her insides churn quite pleasantly. "Hmm," Titling his head the side he studiously studied her orbs. "I never deemed you capable of sheer torture." His sighs once again graced the lavender infused air as he tried to capture her within his grasp but the metal chains that kept his bound to their wooden bed frame did not give.
"It's because good sir," She smiled. "You don't know your wife very well, do you Mamo-chan." She crooned the old name, which only served to be mentioned in the most intimate of moments, silkily before leaning towards him. Cascading golden tresses sheathed his bare skin as she allowed her heart shearing kiss to be the perfect end of it all.
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An: Sorry, I haven't been around in a long while. I got surgery on my leg twice a couple of months ago and after it I just got into this funk/depression and just couldn't write a thing to save my life.