Week 2F: Star
Sailor Raspberry
266 words
Winter was, in her opinion, the absolute worst time to go stargazing. By mid December, the weather would turn nasty, threatening frostbite to anyone who dared travel outdoors after sunset.
But that never stopped her from trying.
Clad in her fleece nightgown and bunny slippers, she stole out onto the balcony, closing the door tightly behind her. The icy air nipped at the tip of her nose, and as her skin turned to gooseflesh, she tucked her hands beneath the crook of her elbows.
She squinted and rocked back on the balls of her feet, head angled up toward the sky. Though it was blanketed in wispy, gray clouds, she could still make out the milky glow of the moon.
The sliding glass door squeaked open behind her, and the exasperated sigh that could only be her husband's greeted her ears.
"Usako," she imagined him slumping against the door jam. "Come back inside. You're going to catch a cold."
She peeked over her shoulder at him before quickly refocusing it back upwards. "I will. I'm busy at the moment."
Mamoru approached her and tied his arms around her waist. "Then at least let me keep you warm."
Usagi giggled and touched a hand to his jaw. It was already stubbed with a five o' clock shadow.
He busied himself by nuzzling her neck, and as she settled back against his chest, shoulder shifting and head tilting to welcome his touch, she lifted her head to examine the sky.
The clouds parted, and the twinkling light of a galaxy's worth of stars welcomed her into their world.