Disclaimers: Moon and its characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi and its respective studios.2. If things of a sexual nature offend you, including the depiction of a lesbian relationship then this story is not for you. 3. If you are too young to be reading an M rated story then please remove yourself from the vicinity of this smutty tale. Thank you kindly.
A/N: So, today I realized it's been aaages since I wrote a lemony story-a whole year actually! I thought, "I must remedy this at once!" And here we are. Enjoy. ;)
Ice Cream
Ami could feel her entire mouth go dry. Whatever moisture had been in her body had decided to make a mad dash to her southern parts and she couldn't blame her body one little bit. No, if anyone was to blame then it would be Makoto. It was all Makoto's fault. Not Ami's reaction, not the ice cream or the spoon which it was being eaten with. Ami's dilemma had started the moment she happened to glance over at Makoto in the midst of eating her vanilla ice cream. Wait, Ami's brow knitted into a small frown, eating was too plain a word for what Makoto was doing. The brunette captured another spoonful of ice cream, lovingly taking the bite of frozen treat in between her cold-pinkened lips. When the spoon emerged sans ice cream, the tip of Makoto's tongue darted out and licked her upper lip, starting from one end to the other before continuing down across a plump lower lip. It happened within seconds of course.
But in Ami's mind, the scene may have taken a minute, or two minutes. Or maybe it was an eternity. Yes, she was betting(even though typically she was not a betting woman), the entire thing may have occurred in an eon; slowed down to stimulate and titillate until she was reduced to a simpering puddle on the floor. And all of this was happening only because the tall brunette had run into her at the library on her way out. Makoto's expression had brightened considerably upon spotting Ami. And although Ami had a few errands to run, mostly involving shopping she allowed herself to be talked into having ice cream with the brunette. There was no way she could have resisted spending time with Mako, not when thoughts of the woman was practically taking over her brain. Now she was sitting across from Makoto at the Fruits Parlor Crown.
Watching Makoto eat is exquisite torture. Ami squeezed her thighs together and almost moaned out loud when Mako's tongue made its appearance again.
"Earth to Ami!" Makoto's voice pierced through the fog of lust that enveloped Ami.
"Huh?"
"You're dripping," Makoto said, pointing to Ami.
"How did you know?" She responded frankly; Ami didn't think her thoughts were so apparent. Or the state of her body. Her desire for the brunette seemed endless even after they had started dating two months ago. All because Makoto had carelessly read her diary. Not that Ami was complaining. If the woman hadn't done so Ami might still be struggling with mustering up her courage to tell the brunette how she really felt.
Makoto's eyes widened and a flicker of desire shone in her emerald eyes before it was hidden by amusement. "I was referring to your ice cream." She pointed again and Ami looked down to see a puddle of her mint chocolate chip ice cream forming on the table in front of her. Her spoon was tilted sideways giving an excellent reason why none of it remained on the utensil.
"Oh!" A hot blush suffused her face. At this rate Makoto was going to think she only had sex on the brain. The mortifying thought didn't make her any less aroused however. She still wanted Makoto badly. And now that the woman knew she might as well just cut to the chase.
"Are you free for the rest of the afternoon, Mako? What happened to work?" Ami inquired in a straight forward manner. Makoto usually worked on Thursday afternoons which was why she hadn't been expecting to see her. She took a nearby napkin and efficiently wiped up the mess though she conceded the table would still be sticky in that particular spot.
"As a matter of fact, I am free. The manager said I didn't have to go in today and when I called Usagi she conveniently mentioned where to find you." Mako answered with her chin in the palm of her hand. Her green eyes were glued to Ami's face and she could practically feel the caress of the brunette.
"So meeting you at the library-" Ami deduced.
"-was no coincidence," Makoto completed the sentence with a smile. She pushed her ice cream away, "forget about that right now though. I'm no longer hungry for ice cream." She licked her lips again although no trace of vanilla remained. Her smile transformed into something more lascivious.
Now you're just being wicked, Ami thought. Makoto smirked at her, seeming to read her mind and Ami longed to wipe the expression away and replace it with a gasping and panting brunette beneath her. She stood and hung her bag over the left shoulder. When she turned and walked away toward the exit she was confident the brunette would follow.
Makoto didn't disappoint but appeared by her side without missing a beat. They exited the senshi hangout and began their short walk to the bus in silence. Although Ami was self-conscious about holding hands in public she did not mind the accidental brushes of their hands although she was beginning to think they weren't so accidental after Makoto gave her a lingering stare. Now that she actually felt the woman's skin her need was deeper. Soon it would begin to feel as if it were a bottomless well of arousal. Every so often there was a whiff of Makoto's scent and it was driving her wild.
While waiting for the bus the brunette stared at her mouth and Ami bit her lower lip unconsciously. Makoto's smile flirted with her but underneath it she could see want. It was reflected in the brunette's eyes. If the area was deserted she might have risked a kiss but the daytime streets of Azabu Juuban were perpetually crowded.
When the bus arrived Mako used the crowded vehicle as an excuse to stand with their bodies pressed close to each other. Ami did not mind a bit as she remembered how it felt to finally lay next to each other, skin touching skin. Unless they were being incredibly blatant Ami welcomed any contact from Makoto. Occasionally their hands bumped together and Makoto would trace a finger along Ami's thumb to the inside of her palm causing Ami to almost moan out loud. A flush covered her face throughout the entire ride as her body temperature rose. She was getting wetter and finding it harder to breathe calmly while Makoto appeared unaffected. To exact revenge on Makoto's teasing she shifted her leg which was pressed against the tall woman's with the hope it affected her. A glance up at the brunette's face showed the flaring of Mako's nostrils. Elation filled her as she saw the woman was not completely impervious to her attack.
The bus went over a small bump and the passengers standing were rocked to one side. Lightning quick Makoto used the excuse to support Ami by placing a hand around the small woman's waist. Which then somehow ended up on her hip. Ami drew a quick breath when she felt the touch of Mako's fingertips on her skin under her shirt. Adjusting her bag to hide the tall woman's activities, she glanced around hoping no one saw Mako' hand disappearing up the side of her shirt. The passengers were oblivious and she breathed a small sigh of relief.
"Makoto..." She warned though her tone was soft.
The tall woman looked at her innocently, her eyebrows raised, "Yes?" Her fingers continued to caress the bare skin of Ami's hip, stroking up and down gently until the area felt super sensitive. She could feel her nipples hardening and was glad she was wearing a padded bra for once.
"I can't-," she whispered. If Makoto continued there was no way she'd be able to hold back. It was very possible she might have an orgasm on the bus if Makoto did not stop. She felt vexed in these situations, Makoto seemed to always be in control. She thought back to their first time. Surprisingly she had been the one on top then and Makoto had been so deliciously vulnerable in her hands.
She squirmed and bit her lips to prevent a moan from passing her lips when she felt the hot breath of Makoto caress her ear and part of her neck, "Hold on just a bit more. We're almost there."
A sigh of relief left her lips when their stop was announced and the brunette withdrew her hand. Somehow they made it off the bus without arousing suspicion and Ami took off at a brisk pace towards her apartment. Once again Makoto caught up and fell in step with her easily.
-x-x-x-
The door closed behind them and this time it was Ami taking the lead instantly by grabbing ahold of the brunette's head and pulling her down for a searing kiss. There was no chasteness involved as Ami's tongue plunged into Makoto's mouth and parried with the brunette's tongue. Mako gave as good as she received, following Ami's tongue with hers when it retreated. Back and forth they went, their hands around the other, Ami clutching at Makoto's shoulders and arms and back. There was no need to hold back now; their moans filling the entryway of the apartment.
She sighed in pleasure when Makoto's hands brushed through the strands of her short hair and teased her scalp. A gasp parted her lips when Makoto gently tightened her grip in Ami's hair and withdrew her mouth only to bend lower and place her mouth against the column of Ami's entire body felt incredibly sensitive and and the pleasure seemed to converged wherever Makoto placed her lips. She rained kissed on the pale arch and Ami barely managed to say, "Ah-no marks, Mako..."
The brunette pulled back with some effort, her eyes were wild with desire and her voice rough, "That's a shame. How about where no one else can see?"
Ami nodded, shivering with want, unable to speak. Makoto dropped to her knees before her and Ami had the fleeting thought that she was glad she wore a skirt today before Makoto's calloused hand landed on her right shin, glided up past her knees and lifted her skirt. Her eyes darkened as she gazed upon Ami's most intimate spot which had now completely soaked her underwear. Makoto's hand went behind Ami's knee, lifting the leg and the shorter woman grabbed onto the brunette's shoulders. Ami gasped again as Makoto placed her mouth on the inside of Ami's thigh mere inches away from her most sensitive area.
A kiss, followed by a lick of Mako's tongue before the woman began to suckle the skin of Ami's inner thigh.
"Aaahh, Mako-"
Ami's hands tightened, her fingernails digging into Makoto's shoulder as she shuddered in ecstasy. She was disappointed when she longer felt Makoto's mouth on her. The brunette released her leg and stood, "Shower?"
Ami nodded her hands immediately venturing to the waistband of Makoto's jeans. Makoto peeled her thin shirt off and stepped out of the pants which Ami had unbuttoned and unzipped. She gasped in surprise when Ami's fingers brushed over her underwear and discovered the brunette's wetness. A smile of joy grew on Ami's face; it happened every time she encountered physical proof of how much Makoto wanted her.
Makoto kissed her then, while opening the buttons of Ami's shirt. Ami slipped out of her skirt and they made their way to the bathroom discarding pieces of their remaining clothing along the way. As Ami adjusted the temperature of the shower Mako stood behind her, placing kisses on the back of her neck and her shoulders. Calloused fingers traveled over her naked hips and down the front, teasingly through the small tuft of blue hair without going any lower.
"Aaahh...Mako-why do you always tease me so?" Ami placed her hands over Mako's, delighting in the feel of the woman against her. She could feel the plumpness of the tall woman's breasts, the nipples hard little nubs that caressed her back. She stepped under the spray of the water, turning to face Makoto whose hands immediately glided down to massage her rear.
"Because I love to see your reaction, Ami," Makoto replied huskily before giving her a deep kiss. Reaching up between their bodies Ami filled her hands with the globes of Makoto's breasts while her fingers tugged and teased the buds that adorned them. Makoto moaned into her mouth, the woman stiffening when Ami gave her nipples a light pinch.
"Ah! Ami!" Makoto cried, though she did not seem particularly against the pinching.
Ami smiled wickedly and continued her assault, "That was in response to your behavior on the bus."
Makoto said nothing but nipped her collarbone, bent lower and lapped at one of Ami's breasts before sucking the little peak into her mouth. Ami's back arched and she moved onto the next, lavishing attention on the woman's chest before Makoto dropped to her knees again. Her arms wrapped around Ami's rear, supporting the smaller woman and Ami automatically lifted her legs and wrapped them around the brunette's shoulders. She held on tightly, her upper back supported by the shower wall and a cry left her lips when she finally felt Mako's tongue stroking her aching center.
With each stroke and lap and lick of Makoto's wonderful tongue, Ami could only cry out one thing and that was her girlfriend's name. Her cries and breathless moans echoed loudly in the tiled room. Her muscles tightened as the brunette drove her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Mako! Ma-ko," She panted the brunette's name as Makoto continued to sample her as if Ami was the most delicious flavor of ice cream. She felt delirious with pleasure as the orgasm hit her. Her body shook and shivered and she could no longer keep her eyes opened. Even the spray of water felt overwhelming as it massaged her sensitive body. She was still having aftershocks when she slid down into Makoto's strong arms.
Her eyes fluttered open to find Makoto smiling at her serenely before she closed them again. Everything was too bright, too radiant, including Makoto.
"Let's go to bed," Mako whispered as she leaned against the chest of the brunette.
She nodded, too tired to respond. She snuggled against the woman as Mako turned off the water and stood with Ami in her arms. She was humming something under her breath as she walked into the bedroom with the smaller woman. She had no idea Ami was planning on making her weep later-even if it took all night.
Well, I was going to make this a oneshot but I felt Makoto deserves her comeuppance for torturing Ami. Look forward to Ami having her sweet revenge. ;)