A/N: This is a prompt I found on LiveJournal. There isn't enough Mari/Moe (or Samurai Flamenco fics in general :c) so I decided to put in this little contribution! 50 sentences for 50 themes. The rating is for a little bit of sexuality and minor violence, but nothing very descriptive at all. Constructive criticism is always welcome and highly appreciated, but please don't flame.
Mari thought it was cute that Moe was so innocent she didn't even know how to stomp a man in the gonads.
Moe loved the sparkle in Mari's eyes when she sang, but sometimes she was slightly unnerved that it was the same sparkle in Flamenco Diamond's eyes when she pulverized criminals.
Mari was bitter about losing a fight against this Yakuza brute, but even as her bruises throbbed she promised Moe she was fine.
Butterflies fluttered inside Moe's stomach with every delicious kiss Mari pressed to her lips.
Goto might've looked great in a uniform but Moe was Mari's first love, even though she would never ever admit it.
"Give me a kiss, Moe-chan!"
Sometimes when they take walks, Mari spontaneously takes her hand and interlaces their fingers without saying a single word.
The wind steals Mari's words when she whispers, "I love you too, Moe-chan."
If Mari says "jump," Moe will ask "how high?"
Moe watched the blood stain the pinky of her glove and knew she'd let it all pour out of her to the very last drop if that's what it took to keep Mari safe.
She should've known attacking King Torture was a trap and when Mari disappears afterward, she's never been more furious with herself.
"You're doing great, Moe-chan," Mari encouraged as she watched a wobbly Moe inch forward at the ice rink with her hand on the railing, skating for the very first time.
Most of the songs Mari writes for Mineral Miracle Muse are love songs and Moe likes to pretend they're all about her, even if she knows it isn't true.
Moe couldn't help feeling a biting jealousy when Mari gushed over Goto.
Mari was the sun, fiery, illuminating, a blazing being of heat and impossible to ignore.
Moe was the moon, forever shining with the sun's light but remarkable in that she never coveted her own.
"You have some chocolate on your face," Mari purred, suddenly inclining her face to Moe's and lapping it off with her tongue.
"This is for you, Mari." Moe placed the hot pink gift bag in Mari's hands.
Even if it was only a silly little cold Mari was sick with Moe wouldn't stop fussing over her, from fluffing her pillows to handfeeding her cough drops.
The nightmare Moe had where Mari got married and she was not the bride felt all too frighteningly real.
Mari watched vivid gold and red fireworks dazzle in the sky and smiled in adoration when Moe gasped in awe beside her.
Mari's happiness was Moe's happiness, so Moe forced a smile and clapped her hands when Mari announced she had a boyfriend.
"I meant a bishonen body pillow, Moe-chan, not a real boyfriend!"
When it started to drizzle Mari realized she'd forgotten her umbrella and Moe was quick to pull her under hers.
When the day finally came that Flamenco Diamond met her match, Flamenco Sapphire wasn't fast enough to save her and sorrow swallowed Moe's soul in the echo of a gunshot.
Moe would follow Mari to everywhere and nowhere and back again.
Mari finally shared her bed with Moe and snuggled her deep into the night.
The soft light of the lanterns gleamed beautifully n Moe's eyes.
When a thief's knife scratched Flamenco Sapphire's face Flamenco Diamond pummeled him until darkness took his consciousness - for an entire month.
Moe couldn't help worrying that she was an annoyance to Mari at times.
Mari knew snow never looked more beautiful than when the flakes were sparkling in Moe's hair and eyelashes.
"Please don't die," Mari begged Moe's limp form as Mizuki dialed for an ambulance.
Moe admired Mari's new spring outfit and then tucked a flower behind her ear declaring, "There, now it's complete!"
Mari won a goldfish for Moe at the matsuri and was peppered with kisses repeatedly as a thank you.
"I'm yours, Moe-chan," Mari assures her sincerely and seals the promise with a deep, wet kiss.
The dead silence after the fight is almost as painful as Mari never wanting to see her face again.
They didn't break the kiss until they needed to breath.
Mari is all the sunshine Moe needs when skies are grey.
Mari has a dream about Moe naked and wakes up hot and wet between her thighs and halfway there, so she finishes herself off with Moe's name on her lips.
Moe usually thinks Mari is enthralling, but she can't find her anything but adorable when she's fangirling over magical girl shows.
Mari carries Moe home when she has a little too much alcohol.
"I'm sorry, Moe-chan, but I just don't love you the way you love me...And I never will."
Mari is Moe's pillar of strength when things get tough.
Moe is normally the sweetest, most docile girl you could talk to, but hurt Mari and you're going to face Flamenco Sapphire's wrath.
"You're going to look beautiful," Mari tells Moe as applies shadow to her eye, "though you already are, no matter what makeup I put on you."
When Moe sneezed she knew it meant someone was talking about her, she could only hope that someone was Mari.
When the night grew cold, they cuddled together under the blankets and provided each other with warmth.
A chill of fear like no other ran up Mari's spine when she saw Moe pitch to the floor of the stage with foam bubbling from her mouth.
"My heart belongs to you and always will," Moe confesses, "I love you."
It was a rainy Sunday evening and they spent it lazily, resting together on the couch and marathoning Puru Puru Pururin.