31. Weapon

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A/N: *brandishes a knife.* a little little bit of SM here.

-edit- Spelling mistake. OTL

Disclaimer: Don't own whips and sailormoon.

"Usako."

She smiled sweetly at him.

"Don't do this to me." Mamoru all but begged at her as she brandished her riding whip. She was wearing a black little leather ensemble and looked so delicious but he just couldn't reach her.

"Darling, it's not fun when you're holding a weapon and I'm tied up here."

Usagi stopped mid-pace, eyes flashing dangerously at him. She raked her gaze over his body, taking in the taut skin with beads of sweat running down his stomach. A twinge of desire ran through her but she dampened it down. Afterall, he needed to learn that he had to ask nicely for things he wanted.

She ran her tongue along the short length of the riding whip, knowing the effect of this would only strain the tent in his pants. "Mamo-chan darling, what did I tell you to say when you want something?" Her eyes bore into him, making him feel almost sorry that he had jumped her in the kitchen while she was cooking again.

"I'm not going to say please when it's something I'm entitled to." Mamoru's head cocked stubbornly to the side. "It's not my fault you looked so adorable when you were cooking." His hands were coming loose from the knots she had tied. He could snap out of it anytime, but he'll let her have her way. For now.

Usagi's face flushed at his compliment and she cracked her whip at him to disguise it as anger. "You could have been hurt! I could have been hurt! It wouldn't have killed you to ask nicely!" Her whip met flesh this time, and Mamoru hissed out loud in pain.

Usagi dropped her whip immediately and rushed to check on where she had struck him. "I'm so sorry, Mamo-chan! I didn't mean it! I swear I wasn't intending to hurt you!" Tears welled up in her eyes as she fingered the red welt on his skin. Knuckles brushed against her cheeks to stop the tears from falling and a gentle kiss pressed against her forehead.

"Shhh, Usako, it's okay. It didn't hurt that much anyway. Don't cry." Mamoru soothed her as she calmed herself down. Her tears are the worst weapons ever.

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