USA'S HORRIBLE SECRET

Author: Luvdarain5

Disclaimer-I don't own Sailor Moon….Sob!

Mamoru walked into the door of his apartment, exhausted from a long days work and more than a little hungry…he had skipped lunch. Again. Working at the hospital was rewarding but so mentally draining.

He closed the door behind him and lay his briefcase down against the wall. Slipping off his shoes he reached up to loosen his tie. Peering down the dark hallway, he tried to see if the light from the kitchen was on but everything appeared dark and still.

"Usa?" He called out softly, tiredly. He wondered where his wife was. Everything was quiet-there was no answer, no noise, no movement.

She should have been back by now, the day care was closed by 5 and the childcare takers didn't stay past 5:30. He supposed she was out with some of her friends, or maybe shopping. He hoped she was bringing home something to eat, he really wasn't up to cooking and her attempts in the kitchen were…well, abysmal at best.

He padded quietly down the hall and plopped onto the sofa. Sitting in the dimly lit living room, looking around the apartment Mamoru couldn't help thinking for the 100th time that he wished they were able to afford a home of their own. Maybe in another couple years, he hoped...this place was so small and she really deserved more….

Suddenly a small noise coming from the direction of their bedroom distracted him.

So his Usako was home. But what was she doing in the bedroom this whole time? Why she hadn't come out to see him when he arrived home? She must have heard him. Right?

He quickly got up, and propelled by his suspicions he stealthily moved down the hall silently towards their bedroom.

Suddenly a feeling of dread swept through him. And in that moment he knew…

As he moved closer the sounds become more audible….and condemning.

"Oh" A breathy little moan.

"Ooohhh" A mere thread of sound.

"MMMMhhmmm….." She exhaled softly. Despite himself he felt the twitch of arousal which, in the circumstances, he knew was all-wrong.

As he stood before the bedroom door the light from the room bathed him in a warm glow. . Mamoru took in the scene before him, studying her long soft hair in beautiful disarray. Her blue eyes glazed with desire and cheeks flushed with pleasure. Her mouth coated in sticky delight. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He stared hard at her, trying to sort out his emotions

Finally, he snapped. "USA!" He said loudly, practically shouting. "I can't believe you!" He stormed into the room standing over her-arms crossed and forehead furrowed-clearly he had decided to go with anger.

"Oh! Mamoru!" She looked up at him guiltily, trying quickly and unsuccessfully to hide her sins. "I didn't hear you come home!"

"Usa..." He sounded resigned. "Bunny..." He tried again for calm….then lost it. Kicking aside the box that had been carefully hidden under his side of the bed he yelled:

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT EATING MY CHOCOLATE STASH?"

End!