Week 1C. Food
Sailor Raspberry
361 words
It was an odd sensation, what he was feeling. Indescribable because, as he watched her laugh and smile and talk merrily with her family members in the kitchen, his heart swelled dangerously, and he feared it would burst and love would flood into his veins.
He was quite surprised, actually, to see Usagi draped in an apron with flour smudged on her nose and a wooden spoon in her hand. And he was shocked, watching with a wince, when Ikuko let her make the dessert.
But she looked pleased with herself, slicing up apples with such care that her eyes shone with the effort. And he continued to wince, praying silently every time the knife came just a half-inch short of her finger.
Kenji came up beside him, offering a glass of wine. The Christmas tree blinked behind him, standing tall and proud. "Don't worry about her," he alleged, sipping from his glass generously. "She can be quite the cook when she puts her mind to it."
Mamoru smiled, fingering the ring on his finger. "I certainly hope so."
Kenji patted him on that back. "You've been one of her test subjects, haven't you?"
Mamoru blanched, memories of his wife's experiment meals pushing forward. "Please, don't remind me."
Kenji gave a bark of laughter, and Usagi looked over at them. The flour had spread to her cheek, too. She pursed her lips, placing the knife down and stomped over to them. "You aren't talking about me, are you?"
Mamoru smirked and smudged the dust from her nose. "Of course not, darling." He leant forward to kiss her forehead. "We were talking about your cooking."
Kenji sipped his wine again.
Usagi eyed them. "My cooking is not that bad! Everything turns out good the third time around!"
Mamoru gave her some sympathy and rubbed away the rest of the flour. "I know, I know, it's just the first and second experiments..."
Usagi smeared flour across his cheek. "Don't even say anything, if you know what's good for you!"
Mamoru laughed and snatched her hand, rubbing his lips across the sharp arc of her knuckles. She tasted like apples. "My lips are sealed."