Disclaimer: All Sailor Moon characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi and Kodansha
Under the Autumn Leaves
They
followed the winding path into the trees. Warm bits of color, yellows,
browns, oranges,crimsons and myriad shades in between splattered atop
trees like an artist's palette of paints awaiting the touch of a brush.
Their very breath was taken away every so often as they strolled side by
side, fingers loosely entwined. Fallen leaves along the path crunched
under their shoes creating a melody of their footsteps. They were the
only ones in this section of the park. They could hear the songs of
birds deeper in the brush and this pleased them. They turned to each
other and smiled, perfectly aligned, harmoniously synched in their
enjoyment of this nature filled afternoon.
Fall had arrived
quickly unlike the slow saunter of summer. Despite schools reopening,
and stores prepping for a busy holiday season they were thrilled at the
arrival. They loved the brisk air that came with autumn, could very well
smell the change in the cool air as the boastfully green leaves of
summer discarded their warm weather wear, deciding instead to go out
with a bang; a veritable explosion of colors. Just the smell of the air
was exciting. There was no rhyme or reason for it but the feeling
enveloped them anyway. They were lovers in love with Fall. They were
lovers in love with each other. And so, on one perfectly cool, crisp
bright autumn day, they decided to go for a walk in the park.
Under
the brilliant canopy, Makoto had taken Ami's hand in her own, their
fingers slipping together effortlessly; an echo of the manner in which
they slept together with lower limbs tangled, chests together, breathing
as one. Now they simply walked without the need for conversation. There
would be plenty to say later but for now they were silent visitors in
the shrine of nature. The leaves rustled suddenly and Makoto felt crisp
air dash over her. Her ponytail and loose locks at the sides of her face
flowed with the breeze. A light pink grazed her cheeks when the cool
air splashed against her face but she was far from cold.
She wore
comfortable, dark woolen slacks tucked into calf-high boots. She felt
quite warm in the cream sweater with a high collar. The gauzy auburn and
red plaid scarf wrapped around her neck had been a last minute
whimsical addition to her outfit. Makoto had noticed Ami looked quite
cute as well dressed in weather-appropriate knee-high black boots, jeans
and a blue and white argyle sweater which hugged her torso under a
short waisted black blazer. But when the wind rose again the shorter
woman shivered.
Makoto stopped in her tracks and because they were
holding hands Ami stopped as well. "Ami," the brunette sung her
girlfriend's name in a low husky breath.
"Mako?" The response was a prompt quizzical cadence of Makoto's name.
"Wait..."
Their fingers disconnected and Makoto unwound the scarf around her
neck. She turned to face her girlfriend, smiling down into the trusting
phthalo eyes which gazed into the emeralds of her own. Carefully she
wrapped the still warm fabric around Ami's neck, making sure to cover
the exposed skin where the blazer collar did not reach. Taking a step
back she surveyed her handiwork.
"Hmm...well it doesn't quite
match your outfit but you still look scrumptious," Makoto grinned. She
continued to stare at her girlfriend for a moment, the grin now a
playful smile but her eyes were serious.
"Thank you, Makoto. I'm
quite warm now." Color had risen in Ami's cheeks, a red blush on her
creamy skin caused by a combination of the brunette's action, words and
gaze.
"Ami..." Makoto whispered.
"Yes?"
"Please, don't laugh at what I'm about to say next?" The green of Makoto's eyes were earnest and irresistible.
"Why would I, Mako?" Ami asked, intrigued at her girlfriend's sudden change in behavior.
"It might possibly be the cheesiest thing you've ever heard," the brunette answered solemnly.
"What is it?"
"A promise."
"Of...?"
Makoto
took a deep breath, and gathered Ami's hands in her own, squeezing them
lightly. "Just like the scarf keeping you warm, I promise to always
protect and keep you safe."
Ami did not answer, instead she
lowered her head against Makoto's chest. The brunette thought for a moment Ami was silently laughing and did not want her to see. Well, that's alright too. At least she's smiling.
Makoto had a smile on her own face as well, after all, it did occur to
her that the thought was corny. But she had felt a sudden need to say it
and so she did. Ami looked up at her then and Makoto observed the
slight sheen in her eyes.
Raising her right hand still clasped in
Makoto's, Ami placed her girlfriend's hand over her sweater covered
chest on the left side; to the place where her heart beat raced under
both their hands. The brunette remained in silence, her green eyes wide,
her face somber. Her hand was surrounded by the heat of Ami, sandwiched
between her girlfriend's chest and palm. So very warm.
The Senshi of Ice. A title that seems so much like a misnomer right now, Makoto thought.
"I'm
glad," Ami murmured with a radiant look on her face. Her eyes peered
directly into Makoto's. "I'm so happy it's you saying those words,
Makoto."
Makoto's throat closed up. She forgot everything that was
happening around them not minutes ago. The only thing that mattered was
Ami. The crunch of leaves, the song of birds, the wild array of
colors...everything was forgotten.
"Ami, let's go home," she suggested.
"Okay,"
Ami agreed in a low voice as Makoto wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
She loved walking together like this with the brunette when it was
cold. They turned around, heading back down the path they came. A lone
bird landed on a branch nearby and watched them walk away. Its head
cocked to the side in confusion as their words floated back to it on the
crisp air.
"It was just a little bit cheesy..."
"Why you! I suppose you don't want any hot cocoa then..."
"You would withhold hot cocoa over such a thing? How petty, Makoto..."
Laughter
came and the sound of it startled the little spectator. It flew off
into the bright blue sky, followed by the sound of merriment from below.
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