I rather surprised myself with this drabble. No, not because it is my first one in who knows when (I've stopped being surprised by my inactivity) but because it's, well, not as G-rated as my drabbles usually are. Not to say this drabble deserves to have a great big 'X' stricken through it; I'd say PG-13 is a better rating. Regardless, I hope you like!

#6: Blue Eyes

"Mamo-chan?"

"Mmm?"

"What if I was different?"

Mamoru shifted onto his side so as to groggily face her heart-shaped countenance. He really wished she wouldn't choose such difficult times of the morning (3:08 AM to be precise) to probe him. He pulled the covers tightly around their two forms, supporting his head with a hand as he questioned her.

"What do you mean?"

"What if…I was a brunette? What if I didn't have blue eyes? What if they were green?"

"Usako, why are you asking this?"

"Well, would you still have fallen in love with me? And before you say anything about not judging on appearances, people do judge and I just want to know what it was about me that attracted you." She worried her bottom lip, pink and pale, a feature he privately hoped would never be "different."

"Well as a physician and an honest man I would have to say your health. You are the picture of good health."

Usagi squinted at him disbelievingly. "Erm…okay. So doctors have the hots for everyone outside the hospital?"

"Not exactly."

"But I mean, my health?"

Languorously, his arm draped around her waist and drew her warm body close to him. As she blushed, he swept a finger over her cheeks. "Item one: invigoratingly rosy cheeks, especially so when I used to tease you into anger in the olden days. Or," he added in a suggestive undertone, "when you're thinking something inappropriate."

She cleared her throat as innocently as possible. "Go on."

"Item two: bright, acute eyes. No matter the color," he said hurriedly.

"What if they were brown, though?" Usagi demanded. "Or what if ONE eye was hazel and the other was blue?"

Mamoru groaned.

"Do you want me to continue?"

She nodded meekly.

"Item three: a healthy appetite."

She frowned at him. "You are not going to tell me that my being a pig turns you on."

"What if it does?" he said in amusement.

"Then I am way too attractive for my own good."

He chuckled. "Do you want to hear the last item?" At her positive answer he pulled her so close that she was breaths from him, only the whispery satin of her nightgown separating her body from his. In husky syllables he whispered in her ear: "Item four: a warm and very healthy body." His palm ran down the length of item four and she felt her healthy heart beat rapidly against her chest.

"So doctor," she managed through a shaky breath, throwing his breathing off as well when her nimble fingers found the waistband of his sweatpants. "perhaps you'll do me the favor of confirming that last one? Thoroughly?"