AN: This is actually pretty old. I think I wrote it back in... well, I forget. 1999 sometime. But it was very fun to write, and one of the few stories I feel confident enough in to send out to such a HUGE archive as ASMR. If you do like it, (and if you hate it and think I need to be LESS confident in it, and you hate me by association of even reading it) please email me at Antigone@lunap.com. I promise you I will write back, because I LOVE email and I also babble a lot when I type(as you can tell by these author's notes from hell). And, YES, it's a mushy, no-action, romance-comedy thing most people hate. Ju-ust warnin' ya! If you liked this, visit my website? http://www.homestead.com/antigone/ And Love in the Springtime, http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Lights/3406/index.html which also has a lot of mine, plus a lot of better authors, work and it SO beautiful. Please go there, too! ~~~~~~~~~ Antigone Pictures Presents A DRUF Film The MandM story. Or 'Melts in Your Mouth, Not in Your Hand' also published as, 'Grab On to That M&M Feeling.' The official spokes-fanfiction of the new millennium. Not hentai. But pg-13. That's right, minna, parental guidance suggested! Read it with your parents! IMPORTANT: Based on manga. Manga gooooood. Saturday, March 15th. 3:47 p.m. (and 54 seconds) Tokyo, Chiba Mamoru's apartment. "Tell me!" "No." "Tell me!" "Uh-uh." "Te----ell me---e!!!" "Nope." "Ma---mo-chan, TE-ELL MEEE!!!" "Absolutely not." Usagi leaned over the back of the sofa, linking her slim arms loosely around her boyfriend's neck. She was decked out in a light blue dress, because she knew it bring out her eyes and lighten her hair and make her feel pretty, and she was also wearing Mamoru's olive-green uniform jacket, which was rather ugly, because she was cold. All in all, she wouldn't be too happy with the situation if the jacket wasn't warm and smelled so pleasantly like it's owner. Lightly, she leaned her blonde head on his shoulder, letting the platinum locks of hair fall over the textbook he was trying to read. "Onegai?" she said sweetly. Mamoru sighed, finally looking up, into imploring blue eyes. He slowly removed his glasses. Leaning until their noses were nearly touching, he shook his head slowly. "No." The warm arms unlinked themselves and the blonde hair slid off the pages of the textbook. "Fine. If you refuse to tell me where your chocolate stash is, I'll just have to search for it some more." Readjusting his glasses, the dark-haired eighteen-year-old shrugged. "Ok, Usako, but I was under the impression that you've already scrutinized every nook and cranny of this place on numerous occasions and each time you come up empty-handed." Her voice floated back to him from the depths of the hall closet. "Well, what else am I supposed to do when I'm here waiting for you to come back from Saturday classes... Agghhh!" A loud crash echoed through the apartment and something obviously broke. "I'm ok!... oh, but this isn't... I hope this box of wine glasses wasn't important to you, Mamo-chan!" Mamoru cringed, a pained look crossing his handsome features. "It's not in there, Usa, ok? She flounced out of the closet, a sheepish look on her girlish face. "Mmm..gomen nasai, Mamo-chan." He returned to reading, shaking his head and smiling a little. "But how do I know you aren't just *telling* me it's not in there, so I don't look and find it?" He sighed. "And... you know what I think?" she plopped herself on the sofa next to him and leaned toward him, raising her eyebrow in a mock-suspicious look. "No, Usako, what do you think?" Mamoru glanced up from the book. "*I* think you," she wiggled her fingers around in circles, "moooooove it around when I'm not in here." she leaned back against his arm, stretching her legs out along the sofa. "and stick it somewhere I will never, ever find it." He gave her a sidelong glance, returning to his reading. "Like where?" Usagi twisted a blonde curl around her finger. "Like, high places and cabinets where I can't reach?" Mamoru couldn't help grinning at his four-foot, eleven-inch girlfriend. "Would I be that cruel?" Nod. "And places I would never snoop in, like your bedroom closet..." she sniffled. "See how trustworthy I am, though? And here you are, taking advantage of it by hiding stuff from me." Crystalline tears were filling her eyes, and she twisted around to look into Mamoru's face, biting her lip and making a big show of her sorrow. "Oh for crying out-" muttering, Mamoru leaned down and began digging through his book-bag. "I have some M&Ms here. Will that keep you quiet?" She squealed. "Hai! M&Ms! Arigato, Mamo-chan!" She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and affectionately messed his thick hair. Jumping off the sofa to sit by his feet, she spilled the small, round colored candies onto the coffee table, and instantly started sorting them into a rainbow. By color. "What are you doing?" Rolling her eyes at the stupid questions smart people ask, Usagi answered, "What? You don't organize your M&Ms?" Mamoru just looked at her. "I refuse to believe that someone who organizes his *sock* drawer, by date of purchase of each sock, with *labels*, does not organize his M&Ms." Mamoru gaped at her. "Why were you looking in my dresser drawers!?" She lightly rapped her knuckles to his forehead. "Hello...chocolate stash hunt, remember?" "You looked in my *drawers*?!" "Uh-huh." He was still staring incredulously at her. "What? You're the one who gave me your key." "Yeah, and I'm beginning to regret that a little-" "NO!" She jumped on his lap, taking his face in her hands and shaking her head so blond pigtails swung around it, "don't change your locks on me, Mamo-chan, please..." He smiled teasingly. "What if I was thinking about it?" "Then I'd transform into Sailormoon and jump onto your balcony, like I do at night sometimes when you are aslee-oops." Mamoru raised an eyebrow. "Um...that is... well, you do it, too!" she hit his arm, "I know that big tree outside my window sometimes gets a visitor in a tuxedo..." He grinned. "Remember that time-" Two little hands slapped over his mouth. "No! Don't... that was awful, I almost got in so much trouble..." Mamoru removed her hands. "...when your dad walked in..." "...and you jumped under the bed..." He shuttered as he leaned his head on her shoulder, "with a million things I'd rather not try to identify." Usagi was staring straight ahead, a wide-eyed, horrified look on her face. "And Daddy asked why my window was open..." she whispered. Mamoru laughed. "I saw my life flash before my eyes. That's the last time I try to take advantage of Luna being away..." She giggled, wrapping her arms around him again, leaning down... "But you went through my *drawers*?!" Usagi was getting rather sick of his harping on this. "Yes," she said slowly, as if she was speaking to a child, "I was looking for chocolate." Mamoru sputtered, "Lo-for... in my underwear drawer?!" Conversationally, she leaned her arm on the sofa. "Oh, speaking of which, who gave you the dollar-sign boxers? I'm assuming you didn't buy them yourself..." she trailed off as she saw the color of his face. "Well, um, I was very proud of you because I didn't find any hentai manga!" "Those aren't *in* my dra--. Um. Nothing." She smiled at him adoringly, "So I can forgive you for the rabbit's foot key-chain." He cringed, "Oh, yeah, I meant to get rid of that." Usagi shrugged. Mamoru went back to reading, then looked up again. "Why wouldn't I buy dollar-sign boxers for myself?" Laughter. Light, bubbly laughter that was usually a turn-on, when it wasn't directed at him. "I can just see it, Mamo-chan. You can wear big pants down an inch or two, to show them off. And you can wear chains and spiky hair and be a 'homey.'" Her china-doll eyes flittered over his pressed khakis, Armani exchange belt, starched uniform shirt and blue tie. She twisted her thin fingers around into a strange formation and motioned downward with her hands, "Word!" she said, in a deep, 'street-talk' voice, before breaking down into giggles again. Ok. Question answered. She put her hands on his knees and leaned up to kiss him gently on the mouth. "Don't change, ok?" she said. He nodded, dumbly, his eyes half-shut. Usagi looked so lovingly at him, running a soft hand down the side of his face... Then she was suddenly back to her M&Ms, and he was struggling to breathe. "Ne, Mamo-chan? Do you know what they say about the green ones?" She grinned devilishly at him. "Yes, I do." He said, capturing her small pile of green candy with his hand and pushing it to the other side of the table. He smiled at her, with his eyebrows raised, "You *don't* need them." She pouted. "Hai, hai." She sat next to him. "Want one?" Against his better judgement, he agreed. He always agreed against his better judgment when it came to Usagi. Nestling her warm body next to his, she alternated popping M&Ms into her own mouth, and gently feeding them to Mamoru. It was getting extremely distracting, one could not read *and* have those fingers so close to one's mouth. It was unavoidable scientific fact, Mamoru decided, as Usagi pressed another candy to his lips. Like... gravity. Involuntarily, he grabbed her hand, and kissed her fingers gently. Like...magnetism... she leaned toward him and Mamoru admitted unconditional surrender to forces greater than him. And she melted into him as his arms closed around her, the book falling to the floor. 'Ba-ka...' a familiar little voice began ringing through Mamoru's ears, 'baka...you have to *study*. Hello, big test Monday... worth 25% of your grade... making-out on your sofa is *not* going to get you a passing grade...' The little voice was right. Always right. God, he hated that voice. "Hmm..Usa..Usako? You really should leave..." he forced the words out evenly, moving his hands to her waist to push her gently away from him. Usagi just wrapped her arms tighter around him and pressed her lips to his neck, tracing the pulse. "Hmm-mm," he shut his eyes and shook his head a little, "That's *not* leaving, Usa." "How come *I* have to be the one with will-power? Why can't you leave?" she mumbled. He leaned back to look at her. "Because it's my apartment?" he titled his head and her and she titled hers right back, stretching her mouth into a half-smile. "I'll leave when the M&Ms are gone. Capice?" 'Ack! There's that word again...' "Capice." She held out her hand to shake and he did. Usagi then held out her pinkie finger, "Pinkie swear?" And he did. "Spit shake?" "That's *disgusting*!" "Seal it with a kiss?" "Nice try." He rolled his eyes. "Eat your M&Ms." Slowly. She was eating them slooooooowly. Nibbling on one...single...M&M...for... what was it? He checked his wristwatch, five minutes. And there were still... what was that? One, two....seven more M&Ms to go. 'She is going to be here *quite* a while.' He thought. Then he smiled, replacing his glasses, 'Good.' "Do you wa-" "No, thanks!" She shrugged. "Ok." Taking the remaining M&Ms in her hand, Usagi let herself fall backwards. "Oof!" he cried as her head landed in his lap. She smiled angelically at him, and he just gave her a Look. "M." She read. "Good *job*, Usako!" "M for....*m*elts in your *m*outh..." He looked at her. "...not in your hand... What? I'm quoting commercials!" Mamoru rolled his eyes. "M for... Mamo-chan!" She kissed him quickly, before settling back in his lap. "M for... um..." She looked at him. "Magic?" he breathed, closing the distance between them. "More..." "Mmmm..." Minutes and minutes later... "Usa...Usako, the M&Ms are gone." "..." Mamoru sat up, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "You have to leave and I have to study." Usagi crossed her arms and lifted her chin. "No." "Usa, you pro-" "We aren't out of M&Ms, yet!" Raised eyebrow. "We still have *all* those green ones!" All those... Mamoru sighed, and looked at his textbook, glasses, tie and Usagi's discarded jacket on the floor of his living room. Then he looked back at Usagi's indignant face. Adorable little indignant face. "Ack! Mamo-chan, nani...!!" With one deft motion he grabbed the rest of the M&Ms in one hand and Usagi under the other arm and left the living room to the fading sunlight and the appearing stars. The bedroom door slammed. "Too bad M&Ms aren't brain-food." Mamoru sighed, arm behind his head, staring at his ceiling. "What if they are?" Usagi asked, reclining next to him. "But they aren't." "How do you-" Gentle laughter. "Because then you'd be the smartest girl in the world, Odango Atama." So he found a pillow slammed in his face. "Gomen, gomen." He said, raising his hands in a peace offering. "How do you know they aren't, like...um, only brain-food if you get kinky with them?" He raised an eyebrow. "You never know!!" Mamoru laughed, shaking his head, "I don't think so, Usa. You wish." Shrugging, Usagi reassured him, "I'm sure you'll get an A, anyway, Mamo-chan." He shrugged, running a lazy hand through her loose blonde hair. "What's a B, anyway?" Cerulean eyes grew immeasurably, and suddenly a cool hand was on his forehead. "Mamo-chan?! Daijobu?" She took his pulse. "I know you can't be that sick..." Usagi knelt on the bed and put her hands on her hips, "Mamo-chan," she said warningly, "did some slutty villain brainwash you, again?" "NO! No, I just..." he shrugged. "I can study all day tomorrow." Giggling, Usagi settled beside him, "Hai, ok. There's the Mamo-chan I know and love. I was worried you had over-dosed on that huge bottle of sedatives in your medicine cabinet..." "You went through my *medicine cabinet*?!" Usagi shifted her eyes right to left and back again. "Um...no?" "Why the heck would I keep chocolate in there?! Blink. "Chocolate...? Oh, *yeah*! Um...well, you never know, Mamo-chan. I mean, who'd ever think that you had old issues of Cosmopolitan under your bed, either?" He just stared at her. "Hee hee, um, Mamo-chan?" she pointed to a single little round object on the nightstand, green with a little white 'm' adorning it's top. "We still have an M&M left..." They decided to share it. ~The show brought to you today by the letters 'M' and 'M' and the number 18~ If what you write is a window to your mind... then what the HELL am I on? Maybe that stuff in Mamo-chan's medicine cabinet, ne? If literature was food, and things like Keats and Hawthorne were the meat, and Danielle Steele and Robert Jordan were the side-dishes, then this story would be the vending machine candy. The M&Ms, if you will, of the fanfiction world. ::bows:: Oh! And please don't look at M&Ms the same way again, ok? Because then this will all be in vain. ~Antigone 1999 Oh, yeah, and 18? It's just my birthday. No big deal. I didn't want to stick any hentai numbers in there or anything...