Little Moments: 100 Themes
#1: Chocolate
Lillie Bell
Words: 467

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon

Mamoru was digging through his closet, deciding what to wear after their mutual shower, when the sound of whimpering caught his ear. He strode into the bathroom to find Usagi in a puddle of hair on the floor. Her legs were bent, knees touching, and he could make out small pieces of the pink towel wrapped around her body.

He came around to see her fully and knelt to her level, adjusting his own towel in order to do so. He caressed her solemn face and she leaned into his hand but did not look at him.

"I gained weight," she said stricken, as if she were saying she had an incurable disease.

The smirk made its way upon his face before he could stop it and she chose that exact moment to look at him. She frowned and he felt his heart contort as his lips began to move. "Maybe it's all those éclairs and milkshakes and triple servings you eat."

At least he had tried to say it in a joking manner. After all, her waist was so small to him that she was upset over a few pounds was nearly laughable. Much to his amazement, though, the sulking Usagi suddenly turned into one with a vengeful gleam in her eye. An altogether freak smile alighted her face that reminded him mostly of Robespiere during another enlightening engagement with the French upper class.

"All right Mr. I-exercise-everyday," a wolfish smile, complete with the first line of teeth highlighted by glittering canines, finished her phrase, "and sometimes a few times at night."

She pulled him up from the floor with her and in one quick motion had his towel off of him and he was standing on the scale surprised at the sudden draft. He was wondering where these skills of incredibly speedy undressing were born from, as he certainly hadn't seen them in use before today.

"Usa…" he started but was finished off by her squeal of joyous victory. Confused he looked down and read the scale. And read it again. And again. And again.

As he continued to scrutinize the number, shifting his weight to make the numbers roll by the pointer and give him reason to believe the scale was not at all accurate, his wife pranced happily around him. Quieting her revelry, she poked his flat stomach and distracted him from his study of the accuracy of the balance.

"Maybe you shouldn't be eating all that chocolate in the cabinets, Mamo-chan!"

Luna, who had been sitting on the floor after using the cat box, simply shook her head as he ran after his squealing wife. Of course, she may have been trying to get the heat out of her face at seeing Mamoru displayed in all his glory, chocolate fat and all.