Sailor Neptune's emotions and feelings swam around her as Uranus's warm lips pressed against her own. Here she was, pressed against this strong and handsome woman...her warmth intermingling with her own; the entire world outside this moment seemed to be forgotten.

But in the back of her mind, Sailor Neptune hadn't forgotten that this was ultimately a trap. During a break in the kiss, Neptune ventured the question, "Haruka..." Her voice was so quiet it was practically a whisper. "...your feet, are you able to move them?"

The secondary effects of the cursed mistletoe coupled with the touch of her partner made Neptune hesitant to break off contact. And the mistletoe 'reset' quickly, ready to re-trap them if they stayed underneath. But increasingly, Neptune found it hard to care.