Welcome to the first of many one-shots and drabbles!

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon will never belong to me. Naoko has threatened to chop of my fingers if I attempt to take them again.

One-shot

Where the protector gets daring.

"I'm about to knock."

"I know."

She tugged on her skirt nervously.

"They should answer any minute now."

"I know."

He ran a hand through his hair nonchalantly.

"I hope he's in a good mood. Stop messing up your hair like that, Mamoru. I want you to look nice."

He pouted.

"You don't think I look nice, Usagi?"

She frowned.

"Stop twisting my words around, baka. What could be taking them so long? I wonder if she told him about you. Do you think he's out looking for you now? Maybe I should have talked to him earlier. What if-"

"Kiss me."

"What?"

He smirked.

"Kiss me."

She panicked.

"No! What if they see us?"

"I don't care. Besides, they won't see us. Kiss me."

She blushed and stepped closer.

"Papa will kill you, Mamo-chan."

He grinned and brushed her cheek.

"Mhmm."

"Slowly."

Breath mingled.

"Maybe."

"Agonizingly."

Hearts pounded.

"Kiss me, Usako."

"He'll-Mfpt!"

Time stopped.

"How sweet!"

"Ah, Mama!"

"Who is it, Ikuko? Usagi? What-A boy?!"

"Papa, this is Mamoru, my boyfriend. Heh heh. Surprise?"

"Boyfriend?"

"Hello, Mr. Tsukino. It's nice to meet-"

"I'll kill you!"

"Kenji!"

"Papa, no!"