29. Buried Treasure
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A/N: I hope you guys liked that extra bit plus the extra drabble I added on tumblr! =D Do let me know if you prefer them all to be here (ffnet) or the slightly more extreme ones to be separated in tumblr. If the reaction towards tumblr ones are that it's confusing, then I'll just put them all here and create new stories instead.
-update- =_= I couldn't manage to upload this earlier even though i had written it. Apologies to all of you.
Disclaimer: Don't own oven (*cries*) and sailormoon.
A scowl crossed his face as Mamoru put the pastries into the oven. He shot his wife another glare as he set the temperature and time for the oven to start baking. It was supposed to be the other way round, not like this! But he had lost the game ultimately. Mamoru recounted the events that led to the turnabout situation.
They had been playing treasure hunt with the rest of the girls at a resort for a vacation. He and Usagi were a team together to search for buried treasure around the resort. Everything went fine until he decided to strike a private bet with her to find the last item on the list. If she or he lost, she would have to wear something he chose for the entire day without complaining. He was confident that he had seen the last item buried halfway in the sand when they had started. This bet would just fulfil one of his long held fantasies about her in nothing but an apron – The naked apron costume.
Mamoru was so engrossed in thinking of ways to attack his wife that he didn't notice her slipping away to find the treasure. In the hallway? Ahh, She'll have to open the door for me wearing that! And not forgetting the kitchen! He considered getting some ribbons to tie her up at the same time but decided against it. I'd rather use my tie.
The last treasure popped into his view as Usagi held it high up for him to see, a huge grin on her face. Oh crap.
He lost.
Utterly, Completely, Lost.
Usagi had clapped with glee and pranced all the way back to their suite. The road back home was dreadful, to say the least, as he imagined the horrors of what his delectable wife would have him wear for an entire day. Ribbons? Tutu Skirts? Leather?
And there he was now, baking danishes in nothing but only an apron as he served his smirking wife for an entire day.
"Remember Mamo-chan! No complaining!"
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