Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Sailor Star or Sailor Wind ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Usagi blinked in quick succession, and lay silently for a few minutes. She knew both those voices, but where was the third? The playful, teasing voice she longed to hear. Rolling over, the digital timer flashed bright against her eyes. It was midnight. She climbed out of bed and pulled a white shirt over her underwear, before walking through the door into the living room.

The lamps were dimmed and did not hurt her eyes. She searched the room, thinking that it must be empty, when she noticed a tuft of blonde hair sticking up over the top of the sofa. Usagi tiptoed over and sat gently next to Haruka. `She looks so sweet asleep' she thought, and remembered Mamoru's cute boyishness when he used to fall asleep at her side. She forced herself to stop: thinking of Mamoru was painful. She looked again at Haruka's sleeping figure, and suddenly Chibi Usa came to mind. She smiled, but then shook her head. Thinking about Chibi Usa was painful too. Usagi felt her eyes begin to prick. She curled up and leant gently against Haruka as the tears began to fall. She remained like that for at least a few minutes, when suddenly she became aware of a stroking sensation on her hair. Looking up, she saw Haruka's greyish eyes looking concernedly down at her, and began to cry harder. As Haruka caught each tear that fell, Usagi became uncomfortably aware of how close she was, and how naked she felt under her shirt. But then she began to notice other things: the comforting warmth of Haruka's body, her masculine scent, her gentle touch upon her hair. She straightened up and faced her companion, taking in her features: her soft hair, smooth skin, her delicate jaw line and penetrating stare. As Usagi watched transfixed, Haruka leant forward and gently kissed her last tears away. Usagi's cheeks felt hot. `From an angle, Haruka could almost be Mamoru' she thought. `But with blonde hair'. Her mind felt light and fuzzy. She lifted her hand and gently fingered a lock of Haruka's hair. `It even feels like his' she continued. She traced a finger down Haruka's neck and shoulder, stopping at the neckline to her top. She became aware of Haruka playing with the buttons of her nightshirt, and as they leant in closer, two words escaped her lips: "Mamo-chan".

In one swift motion, Haruka caught Usagi by the shoulders and scooped her up, carrying her back into her bedroom. She tucked her up and stroked back her hair, her face serious and her heart earnest. She stood up to leave, when Usagi muttered again: "Ruka-san…" Haruka turned around and looked at Usagi. Her eyes were shut and she looked peaceful. She slowly leaned down, and placed a gentle, lingering kiss on Usagi's lips. Then she stood up and walked towards the door. Turning around for a final glance, she smiled. Usagi was fast asleep.

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The clock said 2am. Haruka gazed absent-mindedly at the empty wine bottle on the table in front of her. A gentle cough stirred her senses. Looking up, she saw Michiru stood in the doorway to their bedroom, wearing a flattering display of lingerie and a mischievous smile. Haruka stood up and grinned impishly, and Michiru's eyes danced as she twirled around and disappeared into the room. Haruka stood up leisurely, and followed her in