Week 5G: Graveyard
Sailor Raspberry
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Mamoru shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth and watched his wife squirm. "What's the matter, Usako?"
She tore her eyes away from the television screen to look at him. "The girl in this movie is such an idiot." Her eyes flicked back forward. "Even I know not to go in that dumb graveyard."
Her breathing was heavy, filled with nerves. Mamoru sat back and decided to tease. "You look petrified."
Usagi clenched her jaw. "I'm not. It's just that..." She jumped was a zombie hand grabbed the girl's ankle. "She's such a-." Usagi yelped when Mamoru's hand snatched her own leg. "Don't do that." A hand fluttered to her chest. "You know I hate these kinds of movies."
"I know. I just can't help it."
She stared hard at the television and hoped it didn't look like she was trembling. The girl was dragged down beneath the grave.
"Mamo-chan." She squeaked, covering her eyes as a toe was gnawed off.
He sighed and lifted up an arm. "Come here."
She dove for the protective cover he provided, knocking the bowl of popcorn over in the process. "I hate these movies."
"That's why we're watching it."
Usagi looked up at him, confused.
Mamoru tightened his grip on her. "So I have a reliable excuse to hold you."
She glowered. "That's mean."
"Fine, then go sit by yourself. I think she's about to have her ear ripped off."
Usagi wailed and buried her head into his chest.
Mamoru smiled and rubbed her arm. He had an excuse to hold her anytime he wanted; she was his wife, after all.
But she didn't need to know that.