#mamousafic

A flash of blonde outside catches his eyes. Mamoru watches the door open, and Usagi bursts in, all long hair and rippling skirt, dripping wet and skin dewy from the rain. She’s beautiful, he thinks, framed in the soft light of the coffee shop with the rain pouring down behind her and the light of passing cars caressing her skin. She steps in and the door slams shut behind her.

She’s a hurricane of a person, and he is absolutely caught in the drag of her tide.

Mamoru waits for Usagi. She’s late.

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Written as a gift as part of the Fall In Love MamoUsa Exchange! Written for @iamtheworldtradecenter. I hope you like it!