Notes: Angsty? I dunno. That's how I feel right now, so it probably got projected into the drabble. By the way, I always lj-cut my drabbles because it just seems right.
She would sometimes watch Usagi get ready to go on dates with Mamoru. As her hair was redone and her make-up carefully applied, Minako often wished to crush her lips against the other girl’s and make them as red as the blood she spilled in battle, tasting just as sweet.
Usagi would twirl for her to make sure her outfit was just right and it seemed like a goddess was dancing for her personal enjoyment. And such enjoyment it was, being that close to her, catching her scent occasionally and as her leader left for the night, Minako’s lips lightly brushed hers.
She always tried to catch another taste of that peppermint-laced breath and always met with success.