While, I don't believe in the lime tag, i'll put it up anyway for those that
are the little bit squeamish about that sort of thing :P

Disclaimer:  All characters portrayed in this story are the property of
Naoko Takeuchi and co.

This story, while NOT a lemon and NO real crass words are used, is
gratuitous.
You have been warned.

C & C welcomed.

For Want of Moon

A BSG production

by

Donny Cheng

Serenity could barely contain her glee as she hopped out of bed.
Endy-chan grunted and covered his head with a pillow in objection to the
sunlight as she opened up the curtains to the royal bedchamber.  "Fine,
I'll close them back up.  After all, _you_ have a big day ahead of you,"
she said sweetly, giggling at his groan in response.  It was mean of her,
but she was feeling particularly impish and today she was allowed to act on
that impishness.

Being a queen was a 24/7 responsibility she had found out early on.  She
had nearly gone mad with all the stress in those early days, but
fortunately, her advisors and senshi intervened and forced her to take a
break whenever they felt she needed one.  Over the years, that 'break'
translated into one day a month where she could do anything she wanted to
while the city tried to make do without her.  Which meant mostly that her
husband ended up signing documents the entire day.  She was going to get
retribution she was sure when his day of rest came.

She raced to her closet to find something... less regal for the day.
Everything that stared back at her was white, long, and elegant.  She made
a face at them.  Crouching down, she rummaged around until she found a
small catch that sprung a hidden nook within the closet.  Inside, she found
a small chest.  It'd been a month since she last opened it and a light
coating of dust covered the top.  The maids would have a fit at the dirt,
she grinned mischievously.

There wasn't much inside, she grimaced, but she already knew that.
Thankfully, she managed to get some shopping in the last time and rotated
the more horrendously out of fashion items out.  Smiling, she picked up the
topmost item and draped it over her arm.  She had been waiting for a month
to wear this sundress.  Carrying it to the door, she wondered if she would
manage to sneak out without any hassle.  No sooner did she take one step
outside, than Miriam, the head maid, appeared in front of her.

Serenity sighed and suffered under the woman's accusing looks.
Surprisingly, that was all Miriam did, except mutter something about
inconsiderate despots that didn't think about their lowly servants, before
shuffling away.  The old woman's gait was deliberately slow like that of an
old woman, even though Serenity knew that underneath those wrinkles and
graying hair was a woman that could outrun some of her castle guards.
Before her favorite would round the corner, she gave a delicate cough,
"Miriam, perhaps you would like to help me get ready for the day?  I know
it is my day off...."

"Seren... I mean, Usagi-chan," Miriam winced, "I would love to."

Serenity smiled as Miriam remembered to use her earthborn name despite
objecting to it so vehemently at first.  However, they both knew that she
had gone against habit by letting the woman service her this morning.  It
was a strange give and take relationship between master and servant that
they had developed over the years, and it was these clashes of wills that
had made this insufferable woman her favorite.

Joining hands with Miriam, Serenity allowed herself to be led to the baths
and noticed that the old maid's gait was once again sprightly.  The
wrinkled hand holding her own reminded her that time was much shorter for
some people.  Miriam had served her for sixty years since she was but a
minor servant girl, and would probably do so for the next sixty with how
long everyone seemed to live these days.  But eventually....

Suddenly the weight of years fell down upon Serenity's shoulders.
Normally, the passage of time was not noticeable to her, but when she saw
it personified in people she had grown to love, her thoughts invariably
went to her husband and friends, wondering how they managed the long days,
and the even longer years.  The least she could do was help out in the
small ways that she could.

*One of which was letting Miriam fuss over me,* Serenity thought wryly as
they reached the bathing area.  A sweet aroma of a scented bath wafted to
her nose.  The old coot had planned this in the beginning.  She was helped
out of her sheer gown, before she felt the splash of cold water.  She
glared at Miriam, "You could've warned me."

"You seemed a little sluggish, and a little cold splash raises the
spirits," Miriam shrugged.  "Get into the water now."

Usagi only pouted for a moment for doing what she was told.  In here,
where she was stripped of her clothes, she felt as if she regressed to that
of a child.  Miriam matching her perfectly, took on the role of the strict
mother and began to scrub hard at her skin until it shone pink.  *I asked
for this,* she thought ruefully as the maid was less gentle now that she
was 'Usagi' rather than the Serenity.  Usagi noticed that she didn't think
of herself as Serenity anymore.  *Maybe I did need that splash.*

"So what's your schedule today?" Miriam asked as she scrubbed harder at
imagined dirt.

"I think I'll visit with Mer... Ami at the hospital first.  Then, head
over to Makoto's restaurant, Minako's dress shop, and finally sleep over at
Rei's temple.

Miriam shook her head disapprovingly, "I don't know how they find the
time."

"They might be busy with royal staff stuff, but I don't think they'll give
up their little side jobs for anything.  I'm jealous of them.  The only
thing I wanted to be was a housewife," Usagi pouted, her tone was pointed
and accusing.

"Fine, fine.  I'll see if I can sneak you into the kitchen.  But the last
time I did that, the King went to see the doctor for stomach pills.
Fortunately, he didn't complain about the chef, or being head maid would
have made me have to fire her."

"Yeah, isn't he dreamy?" Usagi sighed, before taking Miriam's hint.
"Okay, I'll stick to what I know then.  Nothing fancy or new.  I'll make my
world famous curry dish for him.  And stop praying for him, I can hear you
mumbling."

* * * * *

"Ms. Tsukino?" Ami asked briskly as she slid into the private room, her
head down gazing at the clipboard.  The name was familiar.  "This seems to
be your first time here.  What seems to be the problem today?" she asked
without any preamble as she efficiently sped read the records in front of
her.

"Ami!"

Ami dropped her clipboard as a mass of yellow hair in a sundress glomped
onto her.  "S-Serenity... what are you doing here?"

Usagi let go of her hug to give Ami an impish smile.  "It's Usagi today.
I know you told me that you couldn't get a day off today to meet with me,
so I decided to see you instead."

"But what about the others?" Ami asked, feeling herself grow warm at
Usagi's happy face.

"I don't need to meet up with Makoto until lunch, then I'll meet Minako at
her boutique.  And I'm sleeping over at Rei's so I had some time in the
morning if I woke up a little earlier."

"But you never liked waking up early and you have to do it everyday since
you're the Queen.  It's why we agreed never to make an appointment with you
before noon on your day offs."

"Um, habit," Usagi lied unconvincingly.  "It doesn't matter anyway, I'm
here now.  I missed seeing you."

"I see you almost everyday," Ami said, blinking.

"As the Queen and it's always business.  I missed seeing you as Usagi."

Ami finally understood and the smile that was threatening to break out,
did.  She impulsively hugged her friend of so many years, "I missed seeing
you too.  I really did want to get this day off to spend some time with
you...."

"There's always next month," Usagi said reassuringly, baffled at how
things had turned around, how a moment ago it was her that needed a good
hug.

"I still can't believe you woke up early on your day off to do this," Ami
said, shaking her head, remembering how much Usagi valued sleep.

"Weeelll, I _do_ have some other reason to see you.  I needed a checkup.
I never have the time and it's giving Luna fits because it's been so long
since my last one.  You're the doctor I feel the most comfortable with."

Ami's hands began to shake.  To mask it, she bent down to pick up her
clipboard so that they had something to grip.  "I guess I can do that."

Usagi smiled, hoping Ami would do this for her.  She turned around, tilted
her head and moved her two long pony tails aside.  "Undo my dress for me?"

"O-Okay," Ami stuttered.  She slowly walked to the edge of the bed where
Usagi said.  Her years as a surgeon helped to keep her hands steady as she
reached for the zipper of the yellow sundress and pulled it down.  The
zipper's course traveled past soft shoulder blades, pure white bra straps,
an exquisite arch of smooth, unblemished skin, to the small of her back
where a hint of cotton white panties could be seen peeking out if one
looked, which Ami did.

"I could fake it and tell Luna that you said you checked me out and I was
fine," Usagi said, misinterpreting Ami's hesitation.

"That would be wrong," Ami said, trying to regain her senses, fighting the
urge to quip 'You are more than fine'.

"I figured you'd say that," Usagi sighed, and shrugged out of the straps
of her dress until it pooled around her waist, leaving her top naked except
for her bra.

"Yes, it's my duty to make sure everything checks out fine," Ami said,
drawing strength from those words to help her perform her tasks as they
should be done.  She moved until she stood in front of Usagi, and nearly
mirrored the blonde's gasp as the cold stethoscope touched her friend's
bare skin.  The effects of the coldness showed through against the material
of Usagi's bra.

"Should I take off my bra?" Usagi asked, when she noticed Ami starting the
test higher than where her heart was, a little above her bra before moving
down and getting caught on the strap in the middle.

"No...," she said belatedly as her friend reached up and unsnapped the bra
so that it parted like the red sea to the promised land.  Small handfuls,
pert, creamy, cute, bouncy, pointed, perfect, mouth watering....

"Um, Ami?" Usagi asked worriedly as her friend seemed to be in a state of
shock and hadn't moved for the last minute.  "Is there something wrong with
me?"

Ami broke out of her trance-like state to shake her head jerkily.  "No,
nothing at all.  I just wanted to make sure.  Can never be too careful.
Breath in, hold for a few seconds and then breath out."

Usagi did as she ws told, her belly flexed in and out.  While not fat, she
did not exactly have solid abs.

Ami's opinion of the slightly protruding belly was entirely the opposite
as she felt goosebumps raise travel along the arm holding the stethoscope
as she watched that so very cute belly button play peekaboo underneath her
outstretched arm.  She wet her lips, her tongue wanting to licking around a
different circle.  "Uh, everything seems to be in order."

"That's a relief.  So what's next?"

"I'm going to look at your eyes, ears, and mouth next," Ami replied,
regaining a bit of dignity as years of procedure exerted themselves.  She
got out her ophthalmoscope and looked at the desk to make sure there were
more tongue depressors.

"I'm ready," Usagi smiled again after getting over the initial scare.

Ami felt her hands start to tremble again, and the ophthalmoscope almost
bent in her grip.  Trusting doe eyes, delicate little ears, and a pouting
mouth that screamed to be kiss were next to be examined, she thought
glumly.

The normally five minute exam took thirty.

* * * * *

Usagi waved good bye to Ami, who waved back weakly.  *Poor Ami.  I knew I
shouldn't have bothered her.  She was busy enough and because she was my
friend, she spent extra care looking after me.  I should do something for
her next time.  I wonder what I could do.*

So caught up was she in her thoughts as she raced out of the hospital to
make her appointment with Makoto, she didn't notice someone standing in
front of her on the sidewalk.  She flinched as she bumped and waited for
the inevitable hard flop to the crystal ground.  It never came.  She peaked
at who had grabbed her arm.  A rakish grin looked back at her.  "Haruka!"

"Koneko-chan," she replied and easily hefted the lighter woman to her
feet.

"I didn't know you were back in town.  You should have told me," Usagi
mock admonished.  Haruka was one of the few people that remembered not to
call her Serenity outside of office.

"I only dropped by for the day.  I needed some more fuel for the car."

"You're still running it?" Usagi squealed.  "I want to ride in it!"

Haruka winced, and looked beside her to Michiru who seemed to be amused by
the whole thing.  "Sure, I guess we can do that.  Where are you heading
to?"

"Makoto's.  I said I would meet her for lunch."

"I guess we can swing by there," her grin faltered at the answering look
of pure happiness.  It didn't take much to make her happy, Haruka noted,
and wondered what else she could do.

* * * * *

"I'm surprised nobody's complained about you," Usagi said from the back
seat as she looked out the window.

Haruka adjusted the rearview mirror.  Nothing.  "Being a hero to the
people has it's perks.  It just isn't the same as those newer models that
run on water."

"Where do you get the gas?  I didn't think anybody sold it anymore," Usagi
said, turning her attention back to Haruka.

*Maybe if I turn the mirror this way.  Ah, white.*  "It's not like I'm
without means.  I've stockpiled quite a bit away when I heard the news."

"You're right you know.  It is different.  I don't get the same tingly
feeling when I'm in the limo.  The way it purrs, the way it sounds, and the
way it makes this car move, it's just all so much more exhilarating."
Usagi knew she was rambling but didn't care as she lifted her feet up and
lay along the back seat, twisting and turning against the cool leather, in
tune with the twisting and turning of the car.  It had been awhile since
she rode in a Haruka's car, and it was definitely an experience she missed.

Haruka adjusted the rearview mirror again and was a second away from
catching Usagi flipping back into a seated position, her dress in
disarray.  She was sure they were white too, but couldn't tell.  There
would be a sharper turn coming up.  "That's what I think too.  I think
there are others, but they're afraid to follow my example."

"Why?" Usagi asked.  "There's no actual law against this.  At least I
don't think I passed anything like that."

"Peer pressure I'd say.  Everyone has some sort of idea of what 'good
clean living' is supposed to be like.  They're afraid of going against that
idea.  However, if the Queen herself or some of her royal subjects...."

Usagi frowned.  "Can you help other enthusiasts acquire gasoline should
they need it?"

"Yes," Haruka replied, removing her hand from the mirror to the steering
wheel and sat up straighter.  She stopped short of using 'My Queen' at the
change of Usagi's voice.

"Good.  I do not want people to stop doing what they like if it is not
hurting anyone."  Then Usagi's easy smile returned.  "There wouldn't have
been another reason you stopped by would there?" she asked suspiciously,
but she winked as she said this.

"Why no, of course not," Haruka winked back, her attitude once again
matching Usagi's.  "And here's your stop."

"Thanks, Haruka.  I loved the ride!  You _have_ to take me on a spin again
next time."

"Is that any order?"

"Yes," Usagi giggled and got out of the car.  She waved one last time
before running to the Makoto's restaurant.

Michiru, who had been silent the entire time, spoke up, "You can stop
fiddling with the mirror.  She's gone now.  So did you see anything?"

Knowing it was impossible to keep anything from Michiru, Haruka replied,
"White."

"How plain.  Must have been boring for you," Michiru said, knowing the
opposite to be more the truth.

Haruka's eyes remained glued to the mirror as she watched Usagi's hip sway
through it.  She was the same conscientious girl, with the exception of
that endearing clumsiness replaced with Michiru's grace.

"So... you want to go back to our hotel room?"

"..."

"I could wear my hair in pony tails again."

Michiru laughed as Haruka broke several traffic laws.  Rather than
jealousy, she felt an intense gratitude to Usagi at this moment.  Haruka
would be _very_ attentive the rest of the day.

* * * * *

Usagi wondered if she wandered into the wrong place by accident.  It was
empty.  Makoto's was never empty.  In fact, the last she heard, the waiting
list to get a table was a year in advance.

"Usagi, you're just in time," Makoto said as she waltzed through the
kitchen doors with a platter of food on each hand.

"Why isn't anyone here?  Why are all the drapes closed?  You didn't... You
did!"

Makoto blushed, "I wanted us to enjoy a meal for once without
interruption.  I hate having to yell over everyone or get called away for a
special order when we're in the middle of a conversation."

"But this is your busiest hour," Usagi said guiltily.

"Making sure my friend has a good time on her day off is more important.
And no eating fast or less so that I can open sooner.  I already have it
set so that I'll reopen in three hours whether you eat everything or not."

"Okay, then I guess I better eat everything to pay you back."

"I'm sure I made enough this time," Makoto declared.  "You won't eat it
all."

"We'll see."  Usagi had been starving herself with lesser portions for the
last couple of days in preparation.  She sat down at the table where Makoto
set the platters down.  She literally drooled as the smells wafted upwards
to her.

Makoto barely sat down at her seat before Usagi's hands blurred and food
started to disappear.  She quickly ate a few bites of veal, before the
first moan from Usagi caused her to stop.  She tilted her head to catch the
woman's eyes roll up.

"Mmm, Makoto, this is so delicious.  You've outdone yourself again.
Ah...," Usagi let out as she sat back in her seat, her mouth still nibbling
on the empty fork.  Her eyes were closed now as she let the taste fill
her.  The next thing she tried was some curry, seeing how it differed from
her own.  The answer was light years.

Makoto succeeded in not choking down her next bite as Usagi's breathing
came in sort gasps.  Just the right amount of spice for that one then.  She
watched as Usagi drank down a glass of milk, her pink tongue lazily tracing
the outline of those teasing lips.

"Oh... my," Usagi could only whisper out as she slurped down a tofu dish
so soft it felt like it wasn't even there.  "Mm, thanks Makoto," Usagi said
when her friend leaned forward to wipe off some of the tofu on the side of
her mouth.

Makoto jerked her hand away, not even realizing that she had moved
forward, so concentrated was she in watching Usagi's glazed look, with tofu
sliding into her mouth and along the sides.  She clutched her hands in her
lap to avoid further embarrassment as the woman reached for a shishkabob.
Usagi had a habit of licking and sucking all of the glaze off first before
meticulously eating each piece slowly.  Makoto put extra glaze on it.

Usagi moaned as she licked the underside of the kabob, then stuck it in
her mouth to suck at the juices of the tomatoes, steak, and glaze running
together.  Again, she could feel the juices slide along the side of her
mouth.  She quickly wiped it herself, red faced when Makoto had to do it
for her.  She sometimes forgot about cleanliness when she was so absorbed
in the food.  With the excess salty juices filling her mouth, she bit and
plucked off the first piece of the kabob, which was a steak.

Makoto squirmed as Usagi chewed sensuously, her eyes closed, with slight
whimpering sounds coming from her.  All too soon, the blonde finished off
her meal.  "You did it."

Usagi nodded happily, "I didn't doubt I could.  No matter how much you
make, I can always finish it, because you're the best cook in the whole
world."

Makoto glowed red, not because of the words because she had heard them
uttered hundreds of times, but at the look of adoration Usagi had at the
moment.  "Flattery will get you everywhere," Makoto joked, "in this case,
it gets you a triple chocolate layer cake."

Adoration turned to pure love in that moment.  "Makoto, marry me."

Makoto's eyes went wide and looked away from Usagi's eyes to the floor,
afraid what her friend would see reflected in her own eyes.  "W-What are
you saying?  You're married to Mamoru.  Of course, not that I wouldn't
mind...," she trailed off when she snuck a peak at Usagi and noticed the
woman in the process of inhaling the entire cake.  "Hey, save me some of
that."  The battle for the cake, while not brutal and bloody, was a messy
one.

Usagi woke up from her daze when her fork came up empty when she tried to
dig another chunk of cake.  The plate the cake was on was currently in
Makoto's hands as the brunette licked it clean.  "Hey, no fair."

Not many could withstand the power of Usagi's smile and the same was true
against her hangdog expression.  She looked so pitiful with her eyes
watering that Makoto put the plate down, but it was too late as every bit
of crumb was gone.  "Uh, sorry.  I don't know what came over me.  I almost
never eat anything like this, except when I'm with you."

"It's alright," Usagi said, trying to put up a brave front as she
sniffled.  "All this food made me forget I was eating _with_ someone rather
than by myself.  I had most of the cake and I shouldn't be complaining."

"I made the food for you, Usagi.  You're my guest and you have every right
to eat all that you did.  You'd think I'd have learned how to be a good
host after all these years.  And you don't look very sorry with cake all
over your face," Makoto giggled suddenly as the humor of the situation got
to her.  They were both covered in cake that they had been trying to eat in
an attempt to get the larger share, so sincerity was hard to accept by
either person.  "Here, let me help you wipe some cake off."

Usagi giggled, caught by Makoto's infectious humor and at the sight of all
the cream that was being rubbed off her face.  She reached over to do the
same for Makoto.  "You're one to talk.  Look at all the cake on your face.
That chocolate still looks good."

The touch of dainty fingers against her lips froze Makoto to her chair.
Her brain turned to mush as Usagi impulsively bent her head to suck at
Makoto's finger tips.  As if on autodrive, she did the same, and enveloped
Usagi's fingers with her warm mouth, but with entirely different reasons
for doing so.

Usagi reluctantly let go of Makoto's fingers when all of the chocolate was
gone.  She was glad that the restaurant was empty as she wasn't sure what
people would think to see their Queen sucking on another's fingers just for
a little bit more of that chocolate.  Of course Makoto was doing the same.
*She must've really wanted that cake and I ruined it by eating most of it,*
Usagi thought guiltily.  *I'll pay her back somehow.*

Makoto found it to be one of the hardest things she had ever done in her
life when she finally released Usagi.  "Sorry."

Usagi shook her head sheepishly, "I did the same thing."

Makoto only wished that Usagi had the same purpose.  She shook her head
back at Usagi, but let it go as they could be here all day trying to accept
blame and who was at fault.  She looked over at the clock and noticed a
couple of hours had passed.  "You should get going.  I have about an hour
to clean up before the help arrives and I re-open the store up."

"I'm going to help," Usagi said, getting up and started to stack dishes
up.

"I can't ask you to help me with chores on your day off even if you
weren't Queen," Makoto said, appalled at the idea.

"I'm helping," Usagi repeated and started to head for the kitchen with the
dishes.

Makoto sighed and knew there wouldn't be any changing of the woman's
mind.  Part of her was glad that Usagi stayed though, as it meant another
hour of being together.  Being more experienced, she brought a cart over
and cleared the table and had it set in one fell swoop.  She wheeled to
cart into the kitchen, only to stop in her tracks as Usagi seemed drenched
head to toe.  The poor woman had obviously not washed dishes in a long time
as the sink was overfilled and sloshing all over the place.  Though what
caught her eye as that the sundress was see through when wet and that Usagi
had been using cold water.

A normally five minute dish washing chore for the experienced Makoto, took
fifteen.

"Usagi, I think you need another dress.  You can't go out like that."

Usagi nodded, and without warning she droppped her dress to the floor
leaving her bare for barely a second before being replaced by her Senshi
uniform.  "Makoto?"  *She's in shock again, I should have said something
before I did that.  Nobody has seen me in this in years.  I never knew
Makoto was this prone to shock before.*

Makoto wondered how much time she had to herself before the workers would
come back as the brief image of heaven replayed itself in her head.
"Usagi, you can't go out looking like that.  There are legends about you
and everything.  It would cause quite a mess I think."

"No problem," Usagi smiled and undid her pony tails so that her hair
spilled out, making her resemble Minako somewhat.

"You have to let me comb your hair sometime," Makoto said, admiringly.

"And I get to do yours.  I hope we can _all_ get together next time.
Anyway, I better hurry and go meet with Minako."

Makoto wondered if she should yell out that the uniform was still that of
a sixteen year old's and that Usagi's body was not.  She decided against it
as she watched the short skirt barely cover the woman's bottom.  Looking at
the time, she noticed she had a half hour or so left, and made a bee line
towards the bathroom and privacy.

* * * * *

Few things surprised Minako anymore with all her experience.  However,
those things did not include Usagi, hair down and flowing wildly, baring
down on her in a sailor fuku that might as well have not been there for all
it covered.  Words failed her as she was almost tackled to floor by the
woman's exuberance.  She thanked whatever gods made her decide to wear only
baby T today as it was hardly any protection against the feminine contours
of Usagi's body.  "Usagi, why are you dressed like that?  And running
around like an early bird's head cut off?"

"That's chicken and ack," Usagi gasped as she caught sight of herself in
one of the many mirrors in the boutique.  "I accidentally got my sundress
dirty and I didn't have any time to go home and change because I was
already running late so I just transformed into my old uniform but I didn't
know that it would actually be exactly like my old uniform," Usagi rambled,
not pausing for breath.

"An early bird is a chicken... ah, nevermind about that, just calm down
and breathe," Minako said, helping Usagi to her feet.  She somehow got the
gist of what Usagi was saying.  "Too bad, that sundress was one my better
selections."

"I liked it too.  I hope Makoto can help me get the stains out," Usagi
sighed when she regained her breath.  She looked around at the vast store
and noticed it empty of patrons for the first time.  "You and Makoto think
alike.  You didn't need to clear out the store just for me."

"It would look weird for me as the owner to try on clothes from my own
store and pan the ones I don't like.  Anyway, first thing we have to do is
get you changed out of those clothes."  Though, Minako would not have
minded if Usagi spent the rest of the day dressed like that if anyone cared
to ask her.

"Leave it to me," Usagi said.  This little incident with her senshi
uniform gave her an idea.  Though she was beyond the point where she needed
words to transform, she found it helped her focus, "Moon eternal make up!"

This was something Minako had not seen in years.  "There's something
different about your suit than from what I remember."  The wings.  They
were folded, which meant they had to be much longer, and were a lot more
'real' looking.  The broach that was customarily in front of her suit was
moved to the side like a pin, revealing a lower neckline with a hint of
cleavage.  On impulse she reached down and flipped Usagi's skirt up.
White, but with pink hearts.  "You've changed the panties too?"

Usagi blushed, slapping Minako's hand away gently, and then smoothing out
her skirt.  "I wanted a little change to reflect the more 'adult' Sailor
Moon."  She turned to look at one of the mirror, admiring her handiwork.
She unfolded her wings slowly to avoid hitting anything in the store.
*Definitely more adult looking than the previous look,* she thought.

*This was not fighting fair,* Minako's brain tried to complain, but her
eyes wouldn't listen as they glued themselves to the sight of a literal
angel.  Fortunately, her mouth always ran independently as it put on a
nonchalant air, "If you can do it, so can I....  Venus eternal make up!  I
did it, twins."  Venus whirled around triumphantly, her skirt flaring to
show that even the panties matched.

"Copycat," Usagi joked as the both of them posed together for the first
time in years.  "For love and justice, I'm the pretty soldier Sailor Moon.
In place of the moon, I'll punish you!"

"And I am the soldier of love, I am Sailor Venus!"

Laughter erupted between them as they collapsed against each other gasping
for breath.  "I haven't tried to do that in a long time," Usagi said, her
voice wracked by laughing so hard.

"Liar.  You matched me perfectly.  You must have been practicing on the
side."

"Okay, I posed sometimes when I had some private time," Usagi admitted,
her laughter stopping, and voice lowering to a mere whisper.  "It's much
better doing it together with my friends."  She turned to look at Minako,
her hands reached for the other woman's right hand, holding it as if it
were an anchor.

Minako brought her other hand to clasp Usagi's.  "We missed having you
with us too."  She abruptly got up, pulling Usagi along with her, before
her mouth could betray her by saying more.  "As nice as these uniforms are,
they're not exactly for everyday wear."

Usagi allowed herself to be led through the racks and aisles of clothes
with Minako acting as a tour guide, pointing to the cuter outfits along
with the uglier ones.  It didn't take long before her own shopping
instincts exerted themselves and she picked up various clothes before
Minako could get at them.  Her instincts were honed by hours at the mall
and through her friend's selections, Usagi got an idea of what the general
trends were.  Skin was apparently in with all the items Minako were picking
up.  The more skin something will show, the better, if she interpreted the
'oohing' and the 'ahhing' correctly.

When they finally got all of the clothes they wanted to try on, Minako
brought Usagi to a large dressing room where they could both fit into.  "I
got the video equipment you asked for."

"Thanks, it was something I picked up from Luna when I was rehearsing how
to speak in public.  Mirror's don't show me how other people see me as well
as videos since everything isn't opposite."

"Good idea.  I should have thought of that myself."  Though for different
reasons.  She would have loved to have gotten footage of that yellow little
number Usagi had worn the last time before ditching it because it was too
risqu�.

Usagi picked up the first item, modesty made her hesitant at changing in
front of another woman.  She scolded herself for being foolish when Minako
started to strip and pull on a body hugging wool sweater.  It was like she
hadn't stripped in front of people, since her maids dressed her every day,
and it was definitely not like Minako was some lecher.  She caught up to
Minako easily as magical clothes took only a mere second to disappear.
"This blouse is the newest fad?  I don't see anything special about it."

Minako cursed her luck as she finally got her head through the narrow
hole, only to see Usagi already buttoning up.  However, she remembered that
this was being taped, so it wasn't too much of a disappointment.  "It's the
material.  It just came out on the market and it's very popular.  Rather
than one color, it simulates the rainbow and it'll reflect a different
color in different lighting.  You haven't seen how these clothes look in
the middle of Crystal Tokyo where the lighting makes everyone look
spectacular.... beautiful."

"I can imagine how beautiful it would be," Usagi murmured as she looked at
the mirror, mistaking what or rather who Minako was praising.

Before Minako could say anything else, a catch in her throat stopped her
as she stared at the shimmering fabric.  The material she had chosen for
Usagi was even thinnner than she had first thought as it became clear when
the lighter shades of the rainbow appeared.  It also showed her that Usagi
wasn't wearing a bra.  *Definitely need to watch that tape later,* Minako
swore, not believing how she could have missed Usagi changing out of her
clothes.

"Uh, maybe I'll give this one a pass," Usagi blushed as she twisted and
noticed how much she could see when the blouse turned yellow.  Moving back
to the pile, her face became a deeper red when she noticed the piles of
lingerie.  She had not picked any out so it had to be... "Minako!"

Minako smirked when Usagi lifted up a blue baby doll night shirt.  "I
thought I might spruce up your marriage a bit."

"My marriage is going quite fine, thank you very much," her eyes still
wide at the myriad of lingerie.  She really didn't have any except for the
one she got for her honey moon.  It was so old, mothballs shunned it.

"Take it from someone who's been in a couple more marriages than you.  A
little change goes a long way in the bed room."

Usagi looked toward Minako instantly, as she picked up an underlying tone
of seriousness.  Even though the other woman was not looking at her, she
knew something was wrong.  Walking over, Usagi took the Minako's head
against all protests and brought it down to her chest.  "Sorry."

It was Minako's turn to go red, as Usagi's breasts pillowed her head.  The
warmness she felt also came from the knowledge of how much Usagi cared.
"It's not your fault.  I brought it up.  Really, I'm okay.  They both had
healthy lives, if not long ones like we do.  And let's stay on topic.  The
lingerie?"

Usagi stroked the woman's long hair once more before letting Minako go.
"Okay, but you'll have to help me.  I haven't really worn much and I'm
afraid that I might rip some of them.  One of them looks like it'll tear if
I touch it."

*_That_ one was supposed to tear at the slightest touch,* Minako thought,
knowing the one Usagi was talking about.  One normally didn't try it on as
it was made from a material that became unstable when it was warmed by body
temperature.  It was made to rip.  It was also the most popular and most
expensive item in the store, being ordered after a series of intense
measurement taking, which Minako got from Usagi the last time.  "Okay, only
if you help me with mine then."

"Deal," Usagi grinned and moved back to the pile to take that flimsy
chemise.

Minako blinked as she watched Usagi undress until she was only in her
panties with the pink hearts.  She was still in Eternal form?  Would Venus
be able to selectively alter and choose clothing?  Minako tried not to
think of what would happen if she tried it in public and it went wrong.
She recalled an incident in the news that reported a streaking woman called
Kekko Kamen.  Caught up in her thoughts, she forgot to warn Usagi about the
lingerie's properties.  She also apparently failed to mention about the
matching panties.

Usagi gasped as she looked at the mirror and her white panties stood out
shockingly underneath the violet mesh chemise.  She was further shocked to
find that it fit her almost perfectly.  If she hadn't stopped off at
Makoto's it would have been perfect, like it was made specifically for
her.  "Minako, you didn't?"

"Call it a birthday gift for Endymion," Minako grinned.

"I'm sure he'll thank you if he doesn't get a heart attack after seeing
this.... Minako!" Usagi yelled as the material started to rip away from her
skin as she stalked over to the pile of clothes she had yet to try on.

Minako giggled.  "It wouldn't have ripped so fast if it fit you better.
Did you gain a pound or two since the last time?"

Usagi refused to dignify that with an answer and called up her senshi
uniform to cover her assets, and then lower her arms from over her breasts
to her hips.  "Your turn."

"Eep," Minako squeaked, wondering if she had taken her joke a bit too far.

"Stockings, I think," Usagi cackled, decidedly giddy at having a real live
doll to play dress up with.  "Strip girl."

Minako felt a pleasant shiver at Usagi's tone and quickly did as she was
told.  She was silently glad that her control over her body kept her secret
safe, with the exception of her damn sensitive nipples.  Fortunately, she
could just attribute their condition to the air conditioning.  She sat down
at the nearest chair, and extended her legs.

Usagi sat down beside Minako on the floor, and ran a hand along Minako's
shin.  "I wish my legs were like yours."  Years of athletics made the
woman's legs exquisitely muscled.

*I like yours better.  After your growth spurt, they became long, slender,
and not at all heavily muscled like a tomboy like me,* was what Minako
wanted to say.  Instead, "Of course, I am the senshi of love _and_ beauty."

"Riiight," Usagi joked, sarcastically, but from they way she kept stroking
Minako's leg, it was hard to believe it was a joke.  She grew up idolizing
Sailor V and the habit was hard to break when her idol was here in person
and was every bit as courageous and beautiful as she always knew... if a
tad bit flightier.

Minako never did understand how she came by Usagi's worship, as she
herself was in thrall of the woman.  She sat up closer to the edge of the
chair as that thrall held her completely at her Queen's touch.  She lifted
a foot and let Usagi slide the stocking up her leg, her control barely
holding.  It almost failed her when Usagi's hand came in contact with the
inside of her thigh.  Luckily, it was only for a moment.

Usagi smiled as she smoothed the top part of the stocking around Minako's
thigh.  She knew it would look good on her, since she had owned a Sailor V
doll at one point.  Blushing, she decided against letting Minako know that.

Lifting her other leg, Minako looked at the selection Usagi had with her
and contained her groan.  Another stocking to go.  Then the garter.  A
push-up bra.  Finally a translucent wrap to complete the ensemble.

By the time they had finished trying on everything, two hours had passed
and Minako had passed her limit in her control.  She waved Usagi off and
then walked wobbly to her apartment above the boutique with the tape of the
afternoon in hand.  There was no way she was going to open the store for
business again.  It would be another couple of hours before she finally
fell into sleep from sheer exhaustion.  Her last thoughts were to hope Rei
enjoyed her present.

* * * * *

Rei felt the air stir and took a step back, predicting Usagi's appearance.

"Oops, you weren't supposed to see that," Usagi said sheepishly as she
materialized from her teleport.

"I won't tell the others," Rei grinned.

"Thanks," Usagi smiled and went to give Rei a hug, only to trip on a brick
the protruded out from the pavement.

Rei caught Usagi easily, which quickly formed into an embrace as Usagi had
intended to do.  She didn't make any move to let go.  "Oof, you stopped at
Makoto's first of course.  The extra weight must have made you lose
whatever little grace you've gained over the years."

"I didn't eat _that_ much.  And grace comes easy when most of the city is
flat crystal," Usagi replied wryly.  As close as they have become, Usagi
was glad that to note the adversarial tone from Rei.  It was why she liked
the Hikawa temple so much, it's difference from the rest of Crystal Tokyo.
She pulled away from Rei to look around her.  Rarities like plant life and
brick and dirt roads were all here.  "I'd give up all the grace if more of
the city could look like this."

"The temple can protect itself, the city can't," Rei said with a hint of
pride, touching the wooden gate to the Temple, another rarity.  "Anyway, we
better get a move on.  The sacred fire's been whining all day, waiting for
you to show up."

"I miss it too.  Everything for the purification ritual set up?"

"Yep.  Though truthfully, I think it wants to get purified by you rather
than vice versa."

"Don't let it hear you talk like that," Usagi giggled, remembering how
temperamental the flame could be.

"It's true.  I can't believe a living being would be purer than burning
fire," Rei shook her head, never quite believing that, but she had seen it
with her own eyes.  It wasn't hard to believe in reality however.  Her
attunement to the spirits had grown since she was a girl, and it took all
of her will power to stop from kneeling at this woman's feet in reverence
to the powerful sense of purity in her.

"I think you're exaggerating," Usagi blushed at the compliment, not used
to getting it from Rei.

"Well, maybe," Rei lied.  "There's a set of clothes you can change into in
my room.  I'll meet you... inside."  In hindsight, Rei realized she should
not have changed yet so that she could have an excuse to join Usagi.

It was only a moment after she sat down at the fire that she heard the
knock at the door.  Usagi slid open the door, while on her knees and
remained on her knees as she entered, and slid the door closed again.  She
padded to where Rei sat, again on her knees, not standing up the entire
time.  The old Usagi would have fell three times and forgotten about paying
respect by kneeling by now, Rei smiled.

"Reminiscing?" Usagi asked as she saw Rei with a faraway look on her face.

"Yeah.  I was just thinking of the first time we did this.  You were
worried about all the fighting you did in your past and bad karma.  Of
course Chibi-Usa was just born and you wanted to make sure."

"I remember.  The sacred fire threatened to spank me if it could somehow
form hands and a paddle."

"It thought you wasted it's time.  It wouldn't speak to me for a week
thinking I had some part in making a fool of it.  I think it's really,
actually happy you came to it, since it got to know you....  Quiet you,"
Rei admonished the flame as it roared beside her.

"I can't help if it didn't see any evil," Usagi said sheepishly, turning
to bow at the flame, which flickered as if saying apology wasn't needed.

"Oh, suuurrre, you forgive her just like that."

"Well, I'm ready flame-chan," Usagi giggled as it turned a shade of pink
in reply.

"Hey, how come I never get to see that color?" Rei asked, but her question
went ignored as the room became dark and only the flame and Usagi remained
visible.  She felt her skin tingle as the spiritual power in the room rose
to levels she had not witnessed since the last purification rites Usagi had
done.

Rei's eyes fixated themselves to an area just above Usagi's head.  It was
only a second before Usagi's astral projection appeared.  Nude.  Always
nude.  Rei's current working theory was that the purer a person was, the
less clothes he or she wore.  Or, it could be that her grandpa spirit did
occasionally inhabit the flame.

What happened next could, at the most moderate, be called frolicking.
Usagi's astral self 'frolicked' in the fire as flames danced around her.
The flames licked at every part of the astral body, causing Usagi to
undulate more wildly.

While it seemed a life time to her in that moment of space, it lasted just
five seconds in real time.  Light filled the room again as the spirit
floated back to her body.  Rei took this moment to remove her hands from
inside her robes and straightened herself out so that she was presentable.

Usagi yawned, her expression deliriously happy.  Smoke rings floated above
the flame as if it was smoking a cigarette.  Rei wondered if this could be
considered adultery, but shook her head to clear those thoughts.  The last
thing she needed was to be purified herself.  The flame was not as gentle
with other people in these rites.  "You look tired.  I set your room up for
you so you can get some rest.  You still need to wake up early even if you
don't have to be in court until afternoon."

"Can't I sleep with you again tonight like last time?" Usagi pouted.  "I
keep hearing sounds at night."

"Probably Phobos and Deimos," Rei muttered to herself, but to Usagi, she
just nodded.  "Okay, you crybaby.  You can stay with me tonight."

"Great!  Let's take a bath and then sleep."

"You were just purified...," Rei started, but stopped and thought of
seriously slapping herself for complaining to get in the furo with Usagi.

"My spirit yes.  My body no.  I don't think you want to sleep with me so
smelly," Usagi grimaced.  "I just thought we could share like we did back
then.  If you don't want to, I can do it myself, just don't complain about
me using all the hotwater."

"We'll go together.  You'll probably just leave me with a bucket if you go
alone."

"I wouldn't do that... maybe two buckets," Usagi laughed, racing to the
bathhouse, where the furo was already prepared.

"I was going to use it, but since you're here, we can share like you
said.  Rei started to remove her clothes fast as Usagi turned her back to
change.  The faster she got in the furo, the less chance Usagi would notice
something wrong.  After she got out, she could claim it was just the water.

"You could have waited for me," Usagi shivered as she shook off the cold
water she splashed over herself before hand.

"Ugh," Rei replied, not noticing that it wasn't exactly a word, but then
her mind could not be bothered with things like language as it checked
Usagi out.  She quickly grabbed the washcloth she place on her head, and
started to scrub at her body, paying careful and lengthy attention to some
areas more than others.  She was once again glad to be in the water where
she could hide some things more easily.

"This is nice.  Wash my back?" Usagi asked lazily.

Rei nodded, moving over to Usagi's side, taking her washcloth and placing
it against Usagi's back, before remembering what she had been doing with
said washcloth.  She blushed furiously, not sure of what to do, her hand
holding the cloth over Usagi's shoulder and let it rest there.

"I could barely feel that, Rei," Usagi murmured, "harder."

She needed to get out of here, or she'd go crazy and do something she
would regret.  "Do it yourself, I'm all done."

"Rei!" Usagi yelled after the fleeing woman, who didn't even bother to
wrap a towel around herself.  She supposed it was safe enough here that Rei
could so that sort of thing.

Rei huddled in her bed, berating herself for the past five minutes.  All
of them had complained about not finding the right time, and so they held
off, but now had been the perfect time and... she blew it.  She heard the
door slide open and Usagi stomping inside.  Her Queen sounded angry.  "You
done?"

"Yeah.  You sneak... you left everything for me to clean up with."

"Hey, it's only fair you do some work around here.  I figure you owe me
ten years worth of library fees for all the manga you read here," Rei
retorted, sitting up in her bed to look at Usagi.  Falling back on arguing
helped to take her mind away from what she had nearly done in the furo.

"Snob!"

"Dumpling head!"

"You're always so high and mighty!"

"Maybe if you didn't fall down so much I wouldn't be!"

"Bidaah!"

"Bidaah!" Rei replied in kind, sticking her tongue out, pulling her lower
eyelid down.  She stopped when Usagi stopped suddenly to smile at her.
"What?" she asked irritated at the smug expression on the other woman as if
she knew something that Rei didn't.

"You've been so tense since I got here.  Even the sacred fire was worried
about you.  Well, you're not tense now, are you?" Usagi asked
mischievously.

"Doesn't anything get you mad anymore?" Rei asked with wonder.  It came
crashing down at her, how poorly she'd been acting during and after sharing
the furo.

"I didn't get to be Queen for centuries and not learn some patience.  I
figured something was bothering you.  What is it?"

"I... missed you.  I mean being your subject in public and being your
friend in private... somewhere along the line, I think the distinction
blurred.  It feels natural to yell at you and it feels just as natural to
bow down before you.  I've forgotten how I used to act around you, how I'm
most comfortable with you.  I just don't know how to treat you."

"Oh, Rei," Usagi whispered, embracing Rei with a hug.  "I missed you too.
It seems like I've been saying that to everyone today.  I know I've changed
a lot and sometimes we see each other so little, we don't know how to react
to those changes.  It took me the longest time to get over the fact that
I'm no longer with you as part of the senshi."

"We all feel the same way about you.  I can see it in how the others act.
Most of the time, it happens out of the blue, where one of us will say
something and they turn to look at an empty space as if they see you
there."

Usagi nodded.  "I would hear Luna tell me to study farming in order to
understand the trade better and the next thing I know, I would be asking
Ami for help... only she wouldn't be there."

Rei was sorry she ever brought the subject up, "We're acting silly.  You
could always call Ami for help any time.  If any of us wanted to see you,
we just need to stop by the palace."

"As my subject," Usagi whispered.  "I don't want that.  When I ask Ami for
help, I don't want it to be because it's an order.  Something she has to
do."

"Usagi," Rei said gently, for the first time not flinching from the love
in her friend's eyes and not caring if her own love was apparent.  "When
you ask for our help, we give it willingly.  Not because we're your
soldiers, but because we're your friends.  If we ever say no to you, it'll
be because you ask for something stupid, like all the candy in the world."

"As Neo-Queen Serenity, I order you to give me all the candy in the
world," Usagi tested, her sadness ebbing.

"No," Rei smiled back.

"Thanks, I needed that," Usagi replied gratefully.  "I can't believe how
much I needed to hear that.  And trust you to be the first person to say no
to me since I asked for anything as Queen."

"Come up with more stupid requests and we'll say 'no' more."

"Bidaah!" Usagi bleahed.  She then grimaced, "I guess fun day is over and
back to work tomorrow.  We should get some sleep."

"I've got some extra PJs for you."  Rei got up from bed to go to her
drawer.

"You don't need to bother, I got some clothes from Minako just before this
and half of it is... 'sleep wear'."  Usagi moved to the side of the door
where she set her bags down.  "Black isn't my color, but Minako insisted
that it would look nice.  What do you think?"

Rei almost tripped head first into her drawer as Usagi pulled a skimpy
black slip out of her bags.  *Minako, you little devil.*  "Ugh."

"What?  I didn't catch that," Usagi said, as she started to take off her
shrine robes.

"Ugh," Rei tried again, before coughing to better help find her lost
voice, which disappeared again when Usagi's robes fell away to reveal a
black bra and panties that went with the slip.  She hadn't been paying
attention at the furo if she missed seeing that on Usagi.  "S-She's right."

"You think?" Usagi asked, stepping out of the robes and turned to look at
Rei.  She made a pirouette.  Rei only stared at her.  *Maybe this is a bit
daring,* Usagi thought.  As a shrine maiden, the woman was almost as
conservative as Ami sometimes when it came to matters in the marriage bed.
She didn't know how she let Minako convince her to wear half of the black
ensemble to meet with Rei.  But she had to admit the woman was right in
that it did make her feel more assertive knowing that she was wearing
something so naughty underneath.  "I usually wear white or pink... but
black?"

"I think it's fine," Rei managed to say.  Minako of course knew that one
of her favorite colors was black.  She bit her lip to keep from making a
sound when Usagi slid on the slip to complete the picture.  It made her
look even sexier even though more skin became hidden.  Rei had been sorry
when black had become a universally shunned color in Crystal Tokyo because
it reminded people of the bleakness in many parts of the world.  She always
liked how it complimented her long black hair and in Usagi's case, it
created a beautiful contrast.  Tantalizing light skin peaked through, made
more noticeable against the black.

Usagi padded over to the bed.  "Hmm, maybe I'll keep this then.  I do like
how it feels against my skin.  Touch?"

Rei didn't need to be asked as she slid her hand along Usagi's hip, the
place she deemed the safest as there was apparently no back to the slip,
leaving only the front and the woman's tush.  She was surprised when her
hand slid off.  "Another one of those new materials they've come up with?"

Usagi nodded, a naughty look in her eyes.  "Hardly any friction.  Just
imagine Endymion trying to get this off of me."

Rei was trying hard not to imagine herself doing it.  "Uh, wouldn't you,"
she started to say when Usagi began to lay down only to slide off the edge
of the bed, "...slip off the bed without any friction holding you in
place?"

"Owie," Usagi whined, and pushed herself off the floor.  "Okay, I guess
I'll have to take this off."

Rei's eyes widened as she was given yet another free show of Usagi mauling
herself trying to get the slippery material off.  *You could tell her to
just use the shoulder straps like she did in putting it on,* her brain told
her, which Rei ignored.  After Usagi _finally_ figured it out, the woman
got back into bed, minus one slip and one bra.

"You're not going to wear your..."

"You know how much of a pain it gets."

Rei nodded, not wearing one herself to bed.  "I can give you those PJs
like I...."  *Damn you brain,* she cursed and could feel her conscience
gloating somewhere inside her, sounding suspiciously like the sacred fire.

"Thanks," Usagi got up yet again to go to the drawer and find a nightshirt
to pull on.

Rei wondered if she could come up with more excuses for Usagi to get up
and down from the bed, her eyeballs still hadn't stopped moving up and down
in rhythm.  When they settled they noticed that the nightshirt Usagi picked
didn't quite reach down to the hips, allowing a lot of panty to peak
through which was some small consolation.

"Whew, I'm exhausted after all that," Usagi murmured drowsily, almost
falling asleep immediately.

Rei had a much harder time at it.  It didn't help matters when the woman
kicked off their blanket and then rolled on top of her.  Usagi's sleeping
patterns never seemed to change no matter how graceful she became, to which
Rei was thankful.

* * * * *

Mars yawned as she greeted the other senshi.

Venus smirked when the raven haired woman joined them.  "Looks like
someone had fun last night."

"I'll get you back for that," Mars said evenly.

"I take it, nothing happened again," Venus pouted.  She was sure that
lingerie would put Mars over the edge.  Together with the woman's spiritual
awareness and lack of marital experience having been only married once and
for just a couple of months at that, Venus always figured that Mars would
crack first.

"No," Mars snapped.  Though it had been close, so dangerously close.  It
was the first time she didn't advert her gaze.  Had it been anyone but
Usagi, they would probably have seen the unconditional love and lust in her
eyes.

"Well, I couldn't do it either," Jupiter said, patting Mars's hand.  "I
don't know what it's so hard, I just couldn't say it.  Three little words."

"Usagi would be doubly hurt if she didn't reciprocate it.  She would never
ever try to hurt us and would be pained both by the knowledge that she
_did_ in fact hurt us and the knowledge that we were in pain.  Could any of
us live with that thought of her going through the centuries like that?"
Mercury asked, already knowing the answer like the others

Venus nodded.  "If anyone says it, it'll have to be her first."

"The problem is that she doesn't have a problem in saying it," Mars
sighed.

"Yeah... I don't think she would have any problem in saying she loved any
of us," Jupiter agreed glumly.  "But would it be the love we wanted?  I
mean, my heart nearly jumped when I thought she was proposing to me."

"Brings us right back to where we started.  We can't be sure unless Usagi
jumped us.  We can't jump her for fear of hurting her.  All we can do is
enjoy her company," Mercury said, clearly frustrated.

"Until we come up with something better at least," Venus declared.  "So,
how did your dates go?"

"I gave her a physical," Mercury blushed, speaking up first.  "We weren't
supposed to see each other yesterday since I was busy at work, but she
surprised me."

"Lucky," Jupiter whistled.  "She just came over to eat."

"Oh?  I seem to recall Usagi coming to my store practically naked.  You
have her sundress don't you?"

"I was going to give it back," Jupiter replied hotly.  Well, eventually,
after the woman's smell dissipated.  "And she only ditched it because of
how dirty it got during our cake fight and when we washed dishes after."

"Ooh, water sports," Venus grinned.

"I got the impression that someone spent the entire afternoon trying on
lingerie with her," Mars noted.  "I heard something about a tape?"

"Okay, okay, I'll make copies.  I'll tell her that you three wanted to buy
some but didn't have time to pick and choose.  She won't mind if it's you
three."

"Maybe we should make some tapes of us modeling some things to send to
Usagi?  I mean, uh, she doesn't have time to pick and choose clothes
either."

"Mercury!" Venus squealed, scandalized, but clearly liking the idea.
"I'll set it up."

"So what are you all doing next month with her?" Jupiter asked to draw
attention away from the blushing Mercury.  "I was thinking I would test her
martial arts next time.  Lots of, um, grappling involved."

"Swimming," Mercury said hesitantly.

"Volleyball," Venus smiled, "looks like an all sports days."

"I hate to burst your bubble, but I think Usagi seriously wants us all to
meet with her at the same time for the whole day next month," Mars said,
remembering their conversation.

"No reason we can't do them all.  Hot springs afterwards?" Jupiter
smirked.

"Of course," the other three answered back.

* * * * *

The End. (maybe)

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