5. Short Skirt

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This is dedicated to Sawyer for suggesting one on how Usagi breaks the news to Mamoru. A little long but I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I wish,I wish, but I'm still not able to own Sailormoon.

"For the hundredth time, I'm sorry!" Mamoru ran his fingers through his hair, exasperated. "I'm sorry that I had to miss our dinner date but the patient was in the ER!"

She was silent as her eyes regarded the man pleading in front of her. Of all the fucking days to miss a date, he just had to miss this one. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and started preparing a simple dinner for him. I'm still going to tell him. But not before I get revenge.

"Usako, if you're tired, you don't have to do this. We could call take-out or something. Pizza?" He suggested, clearly relieved that she didn't seem that angry at him anymore for missing their date.

"No, I'm fine." She concentrated on pouring the sauce onto the spaghetti. "Let's just eat, it's getting late."

Eating their dinner in silence, Mamoru felt uneasy. She didn't scream or cry at missing the date, he had noticed. This was unlike her. "Usako?" he questioned warily.

"Mmn?" Good. She sounds alright now.. " I'll wash up the plates. You look tired, go to bed first." She nodded mutely, and left the table.

As he crawled into bed later that evening, he was surprised to find her awake and rummaging through the closets.

"Ne, Mamo-chan, which skirt do you like the best?" She called out, voice muffled.

"Huh? Hmm, It has to be that blue pleated short skirt I guess. The one that flares out whenever you turn. Why? Are you going to wear it tomorrow?" His mind gleefully recounted the possibilities of what he could do to her when he came back home.

"Yeah, I guess." Satisfied with that answer, Mamoru drifted off into sleep without noticing the slight smile tugging at her face.

The next day at work, a package was delivered to him. There, on the box, with her scrawny handwriting wrote "To Mamo-chan, With Love, Usako." He unwrapped the box, and saw his favourite blue short skirt...ripped to shreds. With horrified eyes, he slowly picked the ripped skirt. OH. MY. GOD.

His mind went blank and for a while, he just sat there, mouth agape, mourning the loss of his favourite blue short skirt that he was so looking forward to see his precious wife wearing and doing unspeakable stuff to him.

And then he saw a small milk bottle, nestled within the paper filler in the box.

Grabbing his apartment keys, he ran all the way back home frantically, almost tripping over his own legs. Upon reaching the door, he unlocked it, fingers fumbling with the keys. Please let her be in, please, please, please. Praying fervently, his head rose to meet her amused smile.

"I see you got your punish-" Hungry lips silenced hers and her eyelids fluttered wide open, shocked at the urgency of the kiss. Breaking off the kiss for air, she continued "-and your reward." smiling brightly at him.

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