Week 2D: Church
Sailor Raspberry
178 words
She trembled, gloved hands grasping the front of her heavy dress as she turned to face the man. The stained glass behind them cast wonderful ribbons of color across the floor and their bodies, and though the pews were empty, utterly deserted, she was filled to the brim with completeness.
Her heart skipped a beat as she met his eyes, and an unidentifiable happiness swelled within her chest. This man, so tall, so dark, so handsome, lifted the lace veil away from her tiny blushing face.
She shivered, delighted that he was looking at her with such admiration, such love. Her toes curled in pure joy as he bent his head, sent his dark hair tumbling, and she bit her cheek to hide a smile as his breath fanned over the pale skin of her cheek.
His lips barely brushed against hers before she was jolted awake.
Usagi tumbled from the bed in a mass of flailing arms and blankets, and as her windowpane shook with the persistent rumble of thunder, she sighed.
It was only a dream.