14. Midnight Rendez-vous
She knew he was there the moment he landed. She could sense him. It was another proof of the undeniable bond that kept them together; another reminder that they were destined to meet again as lovers in this lifetime.
Sliding off her bed, she silently padded over to her balcony doors and unclasped the latch. The gentle breeze drifted in, sending her curtains and nightgown billowing around her. She made her way across the cool stone ground to where the newcomer was standing, still adorned in the clothes of his alter ego. Upon seeing her, his transformation faded away into the night, leaving him in a simple white tee and grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips.
He closed the distance between them, enveloping her in his arms and burying his face in her hair. Naturally, she rested her hands against his chest, closing her eyes to savour the moment. No words were needed as they communicated all they needed to say through their embrace.
When they finally broke apart, she made her way wordlessly back into her room, pulling him along with her. Being cautious as to not wake up the rest of the household, Usagi climbed back into her bed, still warm from her heat.
Standing at her bedside, Mamoru took in the image of the small girl nestled against her covers. The moonlight infiltrated her room, basking her in a silver white glow that made her look fairy-like. Her long golden tresses were let loose out of their usual buns, and pooled around her like extravagant rich silk.
Without taking his eyes away from her, he lifted up the covers on her bed a few inches and crawled in beside her. She was facing the other way with her back to him, so he took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her waist, effectively pulling her closer. As sleep fell upon them, their eyelids grew heavier and heavier, eventually sending them off to their dreams.
When Usagi awoke, the sun was shining brightly through her balcony windows and the birds were whistling a cheerful melody. She rolled over in her bed to find it empty, immediately feeling a loss. As she turned back over to her nightstand, a splash of crimson colouring caught her eye. On the table was a blooming red rose, devoid of any thorns upon its emerald stem. She smiled happily at the gift, adding it to the vase that held equally beautiful roses from the nights before.
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