100 Themes: Little Moments
#37: Pocketknife
Lillie Bell

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is not mine. Uhm, neither is "Undone" of which I oculdn't help but add the puns for. (Sorry, it's our going-out-drinking-song, so it's hard not to miss when something sounds like the refrain!)

"Mamo-chan," Usagi whined attempting to make her husband move faster. He rushed from the bedroom in a beautiful tuxedo. The blonde withheld the whistle, but not the drool.

"Oi, Usako, you have a little something here," he winked, leaning in and touching the small moisture seeping from the corner of her lips. She smiled whimsically, knowing in two seconds he would dip lower and kiss her lips. She was not disappointed.

She checked her watch as they stepped into the elevator. "What was taking you so long?"

"I couldn't find any pockets to put my pocketknife in."

Aside from the incredulous look she gave him, the elevator chimed that they were at the lobby. The two started out into the streets, Usagi's eyes a little wider than normal. She finally turned to him as they walked, her arm in his elbow holding up her evening dress.

"Why do you need a pocketknife?"

Mamoru colored slightly. "All men carry pocketknives," he offered lamely.

A blonde eyebrow raised in response. "Mamo-chan, I don't think I've ever questioned your manliness." She sent him a look, complimented by a knowing smile, that set his blood boiling for once and he blushed even brighter. They weren't even to the concert yet and she was already hinting at the possibilities after the show.

Usagi watched him and found herself chuckling. Leave a man to come to that conclusion.

"When have you ever used this pocketknife?" she asked after a few more blocks.

Mamoru looked away. Usagi withheld her laughter. Men.

"It's okay, Mamo-chan," she chortled, patting his elbow with her free hand. "I'm sure you'll get the chance someday."

Fateful words were these for not ten minutes into the concert a disconcerting tickle took over Usagi's underarm. She scratched discreetly, but the minute her arm was back in place it was tickle once more. Frustrated, she pulled the glove from her hand and reached at the offensive area. She muttered when she encountered her fear: a long thread was slowly unraveling from her garment. (She might soon be naked!)

She bit her cheek, decided she hadn't tasted the patent leather of these particular shoes before, and inserted her foot in her mouth via asking her dutiful husband if he could snip the string with his ever-to-be-proven-useful pocketknife. His eyes glittered with the chance to use his new toy in a way only a man's could. The blonde sighed, not even trying to understand and left the explanation to the result of having a Y chromosome.

Five minutes later she turned back to her husband. Michiru was between movements and she thought she might get to voice the urgency of her situation. Her evening dress would become completely unraveled before he got around the snipping the thread. (Then she would be naked and come undone.)

To her shock, the man was still fumbling with the contraption. He appeared not to be able to get the little pieces out from their hidden places do to the large size of his fingers (and small size of his fingernails.)

"Mamo-chan," she hissed. "You have that stupid thing and you can't even use it."

"Iie, just a minute more."

She left him to tinker with his manly accessory as she dug in her purse for a small set of nail clippers. "Leave a woman to be prepared," she muttered beneath her breath before excusing herself to go to the restroom and remove the offensive thing herself.

She returned in the final movement when the duet was in an adagio. She snuck in next to Mamoru who still had all his attention focused on the small object. She sat back and let the slow melody flow through her. Before she could truly enjoy its serene qualities, however, the movement and concert were over and they were standing and applauding. As they proceeded with the crowd towards the exit and then down the back halls to the dressing rooms to congratulate their friend, Mamoru exclaimed happily.

"I got it!"

Usagi didn't even bother to look. Still, a knowing smile crept across her face; she supposed he felt he had somehow retained his manhood.

Men.

Well, that's all for tonight anyway. Not too sure how many I'll get out tomorrow, if any. Check out my LJ (shameless link on my profile) for two or three I didn't post here b/c they're weird. Otherwise, this might be my contribution for the week and I'll come back in two weeks with lots more. I was hoping that the new set would be posted and I could maybe use them. Guess I'll still be waiting.