Big kisses to all you lovely dears who reviewed last chapter: kera69love, FloraOne, Nebelflecke, UglyGreenJacket, Adrianna Sharp, FireGoddess101, C. R. Carlyle, jessielee14, Guest, Karseneau, and eskalations. Here's a bit of fluff for what is - for me - a most dreary and rainy day!
The Bun-Head in the Oven
Prompt: "Scrumptious"
He found her in the living room, lounging lengthwise on the couch, surrounded in used wrappers, open snack bags, and a veritable armada of crumbs. Perhaps this scene would've sent his 'neat freak' tendencies into overdrive on any normal day, but for some reason, today felt special.
Mamoru couldn't explain it.
Maybe it was the way she sat, like she had not a care in the world, one leg off the couch and bouncing, the other stretched out but also struggling to remain at rest - clearly enjoying the effects of an intense sugar rush.
Maybe it was the way she had pushed up her lacy tank, so that she was showing off an adorably small fourteen weeks baby bump - Mamoru hopelessly unable to stop admiring the way the skin had pulled taunt over her precious cargo. She was probably the envy of pregnant women everywhere, eating everything in sight yet so far only having gained weight in the places where it mattered.
Maybe it was the way she was savoring the cupcake currently clutched in her right hand, tongue making slow, teasing motions over the frosting until Mamoru felt ready to faint with the unintentional seduction of it all.
Whatever the reason, Mamoru said nothing about the mess, just stood like a lovesick loon in the doorway until his own personal temptress noticed him staring.
Leering, more like.
"What?" Usagi asked, the very picture of innocence. She held up her half-digested sweet. "She's hungry!"
Mamoru cocked a querulous brow.
"I think it's her mother who's hungry," he tried to say with sardonic aplomb, but it came out more of a helpless croak. Usagi had gone back to foreplaying the cupcake.
It really wasn't fair.
"Mako-chan brought me these at work. They're positively scrumptious!" the bright-eyed blonde giggled, fairly impaling the middle of the cake with her fervid tongue. Mamoru watched as a small dribble of frosting went belly-up, dripping onto Usagi's bare stomach, and at that point the man could not be held accountable for his actions any longer.
He shoved the wrappers aside like loose paper off a desk. Crumbs flew, chips scattered everywhere, but they could be cleaned later. Nothing was important in his haste to get to Usagi.
The bunned beauty let out a surprised squeal as Mamoru landed on top of her, though he was careful not to disturb her stomach. Oh no, he had other plans for that stomach!
Mischievous blue eyes peeked up at Usagi from beneath a sheath of ebony fringe. "Do you know what else is scrumptious?"
Mamoru bent down and flicked out his own tongue.
"You."
Usagi gasped and squirmed as her husband lapped up every inch of the miscreant icing. He in turn reveled in the power he had over her, treasuring every little shiver and moan she released while under the throes of his touch.
The cupcake fell to the floor, quickly forgotten, and shortly followed by a parade of clothes.
There were far sweeter things to nibble on instead.
Next Prompt: "Silly"