After an eternity, here is a new Christmas-themed drabble! Enjoy!
"You deserve to be on the naughty list," Usagi said, as she fiercely crossed her arms.
Mamoru did not appear to be stricken with guilt. Instead, he winked at his pouting wife and ate up the frosting-glazed window of what had once been Usagi's gingerbread house. "Not true! Yoo shaid I could eatch it'" he reminded her, his full mouth and obvious glutton-like tendencies, reminding her of herself. They do say husbands and wives can start acting like one another, Usagi recalled, But this is scary.
Remembing the problem at hand, though, she yelled at him over the sound of "Jingle Bell Rock," which their neighbors had begun blasting. "I said you could eat it when I got home."
Mamoru blinked. "Oh."
The blonde woman shook her head in annoyance. "That was just naughty and mean, Mamoru...baka!" she suddenly found herself saying. Her husband's eyebrows flew up--he hadn't heard that nickname since Usagi's high school days, when she was so desperately fighting her attraction towards him she covered it up with childish insults.
A tactic he never used, of course...*cough.*
Mamoru uncurled his legs out from under him and rose from the kitchen chair. "What did you just call me?"
Usagi raised her chin defiantly. "Mamoru-baka!"
Without missing a beat, Mamoru swiped some pink frosting from the plate upon which the gingerbread house had stood and spread it across Usagi's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Odango," he said innocently.
His wife, of course, would not take that sitting down.
Which was why she promptly tackled her tall, dark, handsome husband with as much force as she could muster. Which was why he had to retaliate by tickling her. Which was why she of course had to wriggle and tickle back. Which was why Mamoru had to tend to the frosting on Usagi's cheek, which was why she had to kiss him, which was why he had kiss her back...
Which was why a long while later they found themselves pleasantly, breathlessly recovering.
"Usa?" Mamoru softly said to the blonde resting in his arms.
"Hmm?" she trilled, rancor over the gingerbread house long gone.
"I believe...that you might belong on the naughty list, too." A bright, Christmas-red blush appeared in her cheeks. Mamoru grinned, adding: "And I like it that way."