A/N: This is the challenge issued by A Rose for Me-A Rose for You! 26 prompts, each one starting with a different letter of the alphabet. I should be working on my May in Johto fic, but I couldn't help myself.

I think... I have a different pairing for every chapter. I really think I do. That should be fun!

Prompt 1: Animal
Pairing: Conjunctionshipping (Mars/Saturn)
Warning: A bit sexually-themed. Nothing happens, though!

"You're terrible!" Mars shouted from the doorway. "I don't know why I even put up with you sometimes, you're just a brainless horn dog! An animal all the way through!" And then she stalked out, her plaid green skirt swishing behind her with a length short enough to rival Dawn's. Saturn watched her leave, then fell back into the large bed, his bare arms stretched out on either side of him. He closed his eyes in an attempt to control his frustration and smacked a palm over his face.

It was her idea! She was the one who wanted to 'add a little spice to their alone time.' So what did Mars do? Right as Saturn was taking off his shirt from another hard day at his new work, (because Team Galactic was no more at this point, thus their relationship could be taken to the next level,) Mars came sauntering into their bedroom with nothing but a minuscule little schoolgirl skirt and a tiny white shirt she unbuttoned halfway down her chest. I mean, with as much as she was showing, Saturn could have gone spelunking in that cleavage of hers!

What was it she had called it? Roleplay. That was it.

So Saturn had gone along with it. What was she expecting him to do with her in an outfit like that? There were only so many options! He could go along with it. He could ignore her. He could pounce on her and take her like a teenage boy, or he could ask her why she was dressed like a slut. He couldn't pick option four or two, because that would result in a night spent on the couch and would add absolutely nothing that would spice up their alone time.

So his options were only one and three, and he grew up getting an education in a stuffy private school, so option one was out, seeing as it would lead to a boring ending and him on the couch again. Besides, if she was a schoolgirl, then acting like a hormonal-crazed teenage boy would be just the thing. It was in character, right? And it didn't result in him on the couch. Well, so he thought.

But it ended up with Mars on the couch instead, which was even worse. When he got the couch, it meant she was mad, and it would pass in a few days. But when Mars took to the couch, it meant she was disappointed and wouldn't be back until Saturn could make it up to her again. And he was really, really bad at that.

Saturn lay there, his pants held up by a thin, black leather belt, feeling the slick material of the comforter pressing against his bare back. He seemed to mess up a lot since Team Galactic disbanded, but there was nothing he could do about that. He just had to suck it up and get used to it.

Apologizing wouldn't work. It was too simple, and Mars was NOT the sappy dinner date kind of person. Saturn may have been a servant to the wrong side of the law, just like Mars, but did love the woman, and he hated to see her like she was. So he sat up and ran a hand through his hair, which was slowly losing its stiffness as the day wore on. He stood and leaned out the doorway, poking his head into the rest of the little flat apartment they shared. Mars was sitting on the couch, her arms folded, (causing her chest to become the focal point of the room, but Saturn somehow managed to avert his eyes,) with one leg crossed over the other. One of her tall socks had fallen down and wrinkled around her ankle, and the other stayed up around her leg. She was watching the tv without really seeing it, her anger clouding her vision.

"M-Mars?" Saturn called tentatively. She didn't react, save for the small flip of her head she used to clear her bangs out of her eyes. Saturn let out a sigh.

"Mars, are you okay?" he asked, knowing the answer. She didn't reply. "Sweetie, you know I didn't mean it like that! You know me better! Have I ever done anything even remotely similar to that before?"

"Leave me alone." she said quietly, her arms clenching tighter around herself, as if hugging. Saturn leaned his head against the doorway and made the face. She couldn't resist the face. It was so damn cute, she couldn't help it. But she didn't look over at all, she continued to stare at the screen. Saturn came and sat beside her.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" he asked after a pause. Mars shook her head slightly after a moment.

"No, you're terrible at roleplay. There's nothing you could do." she said. Saturn hated it when she pouted. He couldn't stand it. And when he was troubled, his brilliant mind went into overdrive. And he was struck by something.

" Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded. "But you said so yourself that I'm an animal."

Mars looked over at him. Saturn was looking at her strangely. She very rarely saw that look. He was slowly bringing both his legs up onto the couch. Mars turned to face him, but pushed back into the arm of the couch. Saturn was advancing on her slowly. He still had that look on his face.

"S-Saturn? What are you doing?"

"If I'm an animal, then an animal I will be." he said, and closed the distance between them. Mars wasn't quite sure what to make of his ridiculous behavior, but whatever it was... He was definitely making up for his inexcusable behavior.

She pushed him off her, broke their kiss, and raised an eyebrow. "And you know how you discipline animals with unruly behavior?" she asked quietly. The television in the background wasn't heard by either of them anymore.

"How?" Saturn was smirking now. He knew he had made a breakthrough. He knew he was on his way to get her off the couch and back in the bed.

"Sunday edition." she said. Saturn's face fell. Just when he thought he was getting through...

Mars grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him forward once more, seeing as he wasn't wearing a shirt she could do it with and brought his face close to hers, their noses touching.

"Am... I being forgiven?" He asked hopefully, his eyebrows raised, biting his lower lip gently. Mars laughed and pulled him closer on top of her. She planted a kiss on his lips.

"You're on your way." she said. "Now shut up." Their lips met.

Well, maybe he hadn't gotten her back in bed, but he had followed her to the couch, which was just as good.

A/N: Ha, the first one is done! The second one will be much more innocent, I promise. But I still like this one, so review and let me know how it's going!