I asked for people to send me prompts on Tumblr so I could practice my writing a bit. This one's from QueenRisa, who prompted me with the phrase "Here. You look hungry." Thanks, friend!
As always, prompts are unbeta'd first drafts, and part of them is me pushing myself out of my own perfectionistic comfort zone :).
Also, feel free to send me prompts on Tumblr at Tina Century!
Usagi frowned as she examined the crumpled, chocolate-smeared napkin on the table in front of her, the mess of crumbs surrounding it that clearly marked the area as hers. She'd arrived at the late afternoon senshi meeting, ravenous after forgetting her school lunch at home that morning, and lost count of the piles of cheese-flavored chips and boxes of chocolate Pocky she'd eaten.
Now, all of the snacks Rei and Minako had brought to share were gone. Usagi's stomach grumbled in protest.
She glanced at Mamoru's section of the table and rolled her eyes at his pristine, perfectly-folded napkin, marveling at how it was the only evidence he'd eaten anything at all.
Well, almost the only evidence.
Usagi's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she noticed the stack of three, small, foil-wrapped dark chocolate squares on the other side of his napkin. They were embossed with the logo of that fancy espresso chain Mamoru loved, and she knew he saved them to snack on during long study sessions.
My God, the man had self-control.
Sort of.
Usagi drew her attention to the warm weight of his palm on her thigh underneath the table, a contented shiver running through her as his finger stroked her skin.
Looking at him, you'd never guess. His navy eyes were intently focused on whatever Ami was saying about Esmeraude and the latest droid attack (Usagi hadn't been listening for some time now), and his other hand held a pencil that he would occasionally use to jot down some impossibly neat notes with.
You'd never guess that this stoic, focused man could not keep his hands off of his…
What was she, anyway? Usagi supposed they were technically still broken up, as, despite their recent reconciliation, Mamoru had insisted that they still try to keep their distance until they understood the meaning behind his dreams.
Neither of them was very good at it.
Usagi didn't really care about the official titles, content instead to lose herself in the longing glances he no longer hid from her, the stolen kisses they shared in dark alleys after battle, the electricity of his touch searing her skin.
But, at this exact moment, she was still focused on her rumbling stomach and the only remaining snack in the room—Mamoru's untouched chocolate squares.
"Usagi! Have you listened to a single word of this meeting?" Rei exploded, and Usagi winced as she looked up.
She took a deep breath, preparing to tell her sob story about forgetting her lunch and how on earth could they expect her to focus on an empty (or, at least, not full) stomach, when Mamoru locked eyes with her and gave her a sympathetic smile before coming to her defense.
"It's been a long week, Rei," he said.
His elegant fingers slid the three chocolate squares across the table to Usagi.
"Here. You look hungry."