"Mamo-chan, can you pass me that roll of gift wrap over there?" whispered Usagi as she tried to cover a large box with the last of the pink bunny covered paper. She pulled a piece of scotch tape from the row of pre-cut strips along her arm, yelping when it caught a small hair on its adhesive backing.

Mamoru laid down a fresh roll of paper, covered in pink and purple butterflies and bunnies, and caught his wife's arm, gently kissing the pink spot where the tape had pulled at the skin. "Why do we always do this so late at night?" he asked, his lips so near her ear that his breath caused her flesh to pucker up in tiny goose bumps.

Usagi wriggled from his grasp and got back to work on the half-wrapped box. "You know very well that Chibi-Usa can spot gift wrap from a mile away. If I want to present her with even one wrapped gift in the morning, I need to do this after she's in bed."

Mamoru sighed and stepped behind her, resting his hands on her silk-clad hips, and waited for her to fasten the last bow in place. "There," she declared with a nod of satisfaction. "It's perfect."

As she began to gather up the wrapping supplies, Mamoru also swept up an armload. But while his wife carried her burden to the closet, he deposited his on the bed. He was ready with a piece of pre-taped wrap when she returned. At her questioning look, he secured the paper around her thigh and explained, "It's not just Chibi-Usa's birthday, Usako." Here he gestured toward the glowing blue numbers on the bedside alarm clock: 12:24. "I thought we could wrap up the birthday girl," he offered suggestively.

"Well, then someone is going to need to unwrap me," she returned with a knowing smile and reached for a roll of sparkly pink paper.