Usako_mamoru 3rd anniversary challenge 2009
Day 3: Food
By Natsudori Lina
Mamoru hated when Usagi dieted. It so rarely happened due to her love of all things edible and her genetic inclination to stay naturally slim, but there were days after she'd polished off more than one carton of ice-cream, gorged herself on chocolate bars, and Rei had made one too many "moon middle" jokes, that she swore off anything unhealthy. He'd try to convince her that she didn't need it, but her mouth would firm resolutely and she'd clear their fridge (much to his dismay) of any sugar.
She'd munch on carrot sticks (he had to restrain himself from the obvious rabbit jokes). She'd glare at the chocolate milkshakes, narrowing her blue eyes at them as though they'd done something to offend her. They'd go out for dinner and she'd poke sadly at her steamed vegetables, while watching the bread with wary eyes. Stranger things had turned out to be youma, he supposed. He stayed silent as she stared fixedly at his Spaghetti Florentine—a hunter with her prey in sight.
He signaled for the waiter and politely requested a chocolate mousse to round out the meal.
"You don't mind, do you Usako? I'm still so hungry," he said innocently.
She gritted her teeth. "Not at all." This as she began to stab at her vegetables. The fork clinked against the plate. Mamoru winced. "I'm absolutely fine, Mamo-chan." Stab. "These veggies are so satisfying." Stab. "I don't need the calorie-fest, chocoholic, sugar-induced coma that that mousse will give you." Stab, stab. She chewed ferociously and smiled when the waiter brought the mousse to put in front of Mamoru.
"Go ahead, Mamo-chan," she said from behind that saccharine sweet smile. "Enjoy."
Mamoru gulped, but resolutely lifted the fork. A scant second after he'd closed his mouth around the rich treat, he found an Usako attached to his lips. She slanted her mouth over his, hand pressing insistently on the back of his head. After a moment's surprise, he entangled his hand in her hair and pulled her closer, sending her stumbling from her bent-over position next to the table and into his lap. His other arm encircled her tiny (always tiny, he thought stubbornly) waist. Kissing Usako was better than any old mousse anyway. His eyes closed, and he pulled back to give her a soft smile.
"My God, that's good," she breathed. Her eyes were half-closed and glazed with a dreamy look.
His smile grew. He opened his mouth to reply
--And she hopped off his lap, stealing his mousse. "You were right, Mamo-chan. This dieting business was silly anyway. Could you ask the waiter for more rolls? I'm starving." She took her first real bite of the mousse and melted, pleasure flooding her face.
"Oh my God."
He hastily signaled for the check and asked for the rolls—to go.
"What's the rush, Mamo-chan?" Usagi looked up at him from beneath heavy lidded lashes. Her cheeks were rosy from her frenzied eating. She took another bite of the mousse and let out a low moan. "This is so good."
He hated when she dieted… but he loved when she stopped.