Disclaimer: Don't now, nor will I ever, own Sailor Moon. Got it?
Story 65: His and Her Chronicles:
Her; Claiming
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He itched.
Suffocated even.
Digits, sheathed in violet tainted leather, rhythmically fingered that –insufferable- pieced of sewn monstrosity.
He sighed, the action tasting stale.
She, the momentary beast should be burning with shame but instead he found her humming away- was she laughing?- the impossible uptight horde digging their claws into her creamy flesh.
Like a toddler he wanted, oh so very desperately to stamp his feet and moan at this injustice.
For he could feel them now, the heated whispers, small suppressed girlish giggles that made his insides want to invoke the Red Queen; off with their heads.
Ocean painted orbs wonder, falling onto an ornately carved looking glass and with a sigh he lowers his gaze until they fall prey to the ghastly pageant sash that lay across his chest. Fingering it once more he titles his head, reading the magic marker scribbles: Property of Chiba Usagi.
Grinding his teeth together he glances up just in time to meet his wife's alluring gaze from across the crowded room; she smiles, knowing that he is hers and now the world knew of it.
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An: Wow, it's been a while, I feel really rusty. Sorry I haven't been around more. Just been dealing with a lot but I finally got my last surgery on my leg at the end of January and am feeling a whole lot better. So yay! I'll try and be around a bit more.