A/N: OMG! I finally started writing again! Ok, so it's short, but hopefully it will get me back into the swing of things after that bitch of a semester. I also have another project in the works called Save the Hero, based on the song by Beyonce.

- Also! To understand the point of this story, you must know that I thought it up after finding out that in ancient Greece, throwing an apple to a woman was considered a marriage proposal. #SnappleFacts

Apples

"Mamo-chan, I'm hungry." She whined pathetically, giving the man her most soulful puppy-dog eyes. She was spralled on his couch while he sat deep in concentration over some homework assignment.

"You're always hungry." He replied evenly, not looking up from his studies.

She gave him a small glare and tried not to smile at how cute he looked all hunched over his textbooks on the coffee table, dark bangs hanging in his eyes. "Meanie," she said plaintively.

He tried not to grin as he hunched farther over his history text, continuing the charade that he was ignoring her. He cut her a quick glance out of the corner of his eye and suggested in a mock innocent tone, "There are some odango in the fridge."

This time he couldn't stop his chuckles as she stuck her tongue out at him. She folded her arms over her chest. "I want something sweet."

He smiled to himself. Of course she did. "I think there is an apple or two on the counter." She gave him a frustrated huff and flopped back on the couch. Finally he looked at her. "What? Apples are sweet."

"Can't you just give me a little something from your secret chocolate stash?" she pleaded.

He rolled his eyes at her. "I keep telling you, Usako, I don't have a secret chocolate stash." He actually did, but if he told her that he would 1, never hear the end of it and 2, never have any chocolate left.

She didn't look like she believed him, but finally gave an exasperated huff and push herself up from the couch. "Fine, be that way." She semi-stomped into the kitchen and Mamoru gave a little sigh of relief that he could finally get back to his studying. "Mamo-chan, I can't eat this! It's got a huge bruise on it!" Damn, spoke too soon.

'Well if you'd been more careful helping me unpack the groceries…' "It's fine, Usako, a bruise doesn't mean it's poisoned."

"But what if it has worms in it?! Ami-chan said that fruit can be bruised because baby worms were eating it." She looked positively disgusted.

"It doesn't have worms." He rolled his eyes again at his girlfriend's dramatics. "Here, give it to me." She padded over and dropped the red fruit into his hands before arranging herself on the couch once more, looking at him suspiciously. With little fanfare, he bit into the apple and removed the entire bruised portion. The spongy texture wasn't all that appetizing, but it wouldn't kill him. After he swallowed he tossed the now bruise-free apple to the pouting girl and smile affectionately as she clumsily caught it with both hands. "Better?" he asked, raising a dark brow.

"Hai," she grumbled and took her own bite out of the crisp fruit. Something struck him then and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. This time it was Usagi's turn to raise one fine eyebrow. "What?" she questioned, shifting self-consciously.

He chuckled again, but shook his head, ignoring her apprehensive glare as he lifted himself onto the couch beside her and pulled her into his arms. "I love you, my Usako," he whispered into her ear, making her shiver. He then leaned forward and gave her a deliciously deep and languorous kiss. Her slightly dazed and confused expression when he pulled back made him laugh. She blinked as he gave her another quick kiss on her lips. "Mmmm…sweet," he teased as the petite girl snapped back to reality, gave another exasperated huff and pushed herself off her boyfriend's lap.

She turned her nose up at his amused laughter, but smiled back at him as soon as he turned away back to his books. She'd just have to pester him about what was so funny about her eating an apple later. If she didn't let him study now, he wouldn't be willing to take her out to dinner that evening. Maybe she could entertain herself by looking for that chocolate stash just once more…