Fanfic -- Holiday (Sailor Moon)
Eep. I know. But, ignoring the fandom, and in response to something
tuffie wrote on her livejournal, here is my one and only femslash. And
it's rated PG-13. Hmph.
All recognisable characters belong to people who are not me, will never be me, and wouldn't want to be me. Enjoy. Or be creeped out. Whatever.
A Golden Heart
“Here, Michiru-san! Open this one next,” Hotaru suggested. The delicate woman laughed, accepting the tiny package.
“Haruka? This one’s from you, too?”
The blond blushed slightly, fiddling with the edge of her pajamas. Michiru watched for a moment, wondering at the sudden embarrassment. The three had almost finished opening their gifts, Hotaru passing them up from beside the tree and the older girls lounging as they accepted them. Her lover had been vaguely nervous all morning, casting edgy glances at the gifts.
“Yeah. Just open it, okay?”
She blinked mildly at the obvious tension in her lover’s tone, but set it aside for later. Curiosity was practically strumming in her, and she pulled the wide gold ribbon out of its bow. It was cloth, carefully folded and creased, and she wondered at the evident care - Haruka was many things, but rarely neat in her wrapping. She stole a look from the corner of her eyes, but the blond woman was stubbornly staring at her shirt. Smiling a little - and wouldn’t it be more than her life was worth to admit how cute the oversized, flannel pajamas made her girlfriend look? - she unwrapped the gift neatly. The jewelry box earned a raised eyebrow, then she popped it open.
“Oh!”
She reached in and pulled out a golden heart, the thin chain trailing behind. It was plain but delicate, rounded edges gentle, a slight roughness on the back. She flipped it over, tears coming into her eyes as she read the inscription.
“It’s - I mean, well… It’s supposed to be my heart. I mean, you’ve had it a long time, but I just wanted…”
She looked up into her love’s eyes, throat working helplessly.
“Put it on me?”
Haruka jumped up, darting over and taking it from her as though she feared the opportunity would be gone if she waited. She bowed her head, feeling the cool necklace take its place.
“I’ll never take it off,” she whispered.
The blond slowed, coming to rest kneeling before her, and she bent forward for a tender kiss. Hotaru giggled, going back to the tree as they held each other. Their hands met around the charm, soft skin feeling the delicate engraving which read, simply,
I Love You
The End.
Ugh. Okay, now I have to post something a little more in my usual style.
All recognisable characters belong to people who are not me, will never be me, and wouldn't want to be me. Enjoy. Or be creeped out. Whatever.
A Golden Heart
“Here, Michiru-san! Open this one next,” Hotaru suggested. The delicate woman laughed, accepting the tiny package.
“Haruka? This one’s from you, too?”
The blond blushed slightly, fiddling with the edge of her pajamas. Michiru watched for a moment, wondering at the sudden embarrassment. The three had almost finished opening their gifts, Hotaru passing them up from beside the tree and the older girls lounging as they accepted them. Her lover had been vaguely nervous all morning, casting edgy glances at the gifts.
“Yeah. Just open it, okay?”
She blinked mildly at the obvious tension in her lover’s tone, but set it aside for later. Curiosity was practically strumming in her, and she pulled the wide gold ribbon out of its bow. It was cloth, carefully folded and creased, and she wondered at the evident care - Haruka was many things, but rarely neat in her wrapping. She stole a look from the corner of her eyes, but the blond woman was stubbornly staring at her shirt. Smiling a little - and wouldn’t it be more than her life was worth to admit how cute the oversized, flannel pajamas made her girlfriend look? - she unwrapped the gift neatly. The jewelry box earned a raised eyebrow, then she popped it open.
“Oh!”
She reached in and pulled out a golden heart, the thin chain trailing behind. It was plain but delicate, rounded edges gentle, a slight roughness on the back. She flipped it over, tears coming into her eyes as she read the inscription.
“It’s - I mean, well… It’s supposed to be my heart. I mean, you’ve had it a long time, but I just wanted…”
She looked up into her love’s eyes, throat working helplessly.
“Put it on me?”
Haruka jumped up, darting over and taking it from her as though she feared the opportunity would be gone if she waited. She bowed her head, feeling the cool necklace take its place.
“I’ll never take it off,” she whispered.
The blond slowed, coming to rest kneeling before her, and she bent forward for a tender kiss. Hotaru giggled, going back to the tree as they held each other. Their hands met around the charm, soft skin feeling the delicate engraving which read, simply,
I Love You
The End.
Ugh. Okay, now I have to post something a little more in my usual style.