21. Mischief

Thanks to James Birdsong and Doc Sama for reviewing the previous chapter!

A/N: Am I the only one who had trouble viewing chapter 20? I've resubmitted it again though. And omg! 20 drabbles already! It's amazing! *Sorry I'm having trouble believing it myself*

Disclaimer: Don't own water guns and sailormoon.

Why was it she couldn't ever resist him?

Was it the way his eyes took her in, turning her to mush with his heated gaze?

Was it the way his hands travelled down her back, fingers tracing circles on the lace of her dress?

Or was it the way his lips curved into a sensual smile?

But she had to do this. She had to. She had to protect her dignity as the Queen of Mischief. This was her mission. Steeling herself, she flashed a brilliant smile at her husband before she backed towards the table, fingers curling against the gun that she had prepared earlier.

It happened so quickly.

He didn't see it coming. Of course he wouldn't have seen it coming. How could he have predicted it when his eyes were closed, his lips expecting soft ones in return?

How could he, when his face was currently dripping with cool water, white silk shirt soaked as well?

Grimacing, he turned around. Panicked running steps were all he could hear as the door slowly shut itself. He wiped the excess water from his face and smirked as he started towards where she left. He would have fun meting out the delectable punishments, he decided.

Usagi's head popped out behind the door, confirming he was out of earshot before whispering to her communicator. "Minako-chan! I've completed mine! Now's your turn for Kunzite!"

A deep voice chuckled behind her. She yelped out in surprise, dropping the communicator on the floor. "And, Minako, don't bother calling us for dinner tonight. I have punishment plans for a wife tonight." With a flick of his leg, the communicator flew to the middle of the hallway.

A shiver of delight ran through her body as Usagi backed herself up the wall. She loved seeing him like this, emitting strong vibes around him as his wet shirt clung to his toned body. Knowing her time was up, she bowed her head down, bit her lip, and shuffled her feet around meekly. "I'm sorry."

"No, you aren't." Mamoru smirked as he picked her up and threw her on their bed. His smile promised a night of retribution as he bent over her squirming body. "Not yet anyway."

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