(a/n: I neither own Rascal Flats or Sailor Moon. I hope you like it. It's only chapter one, so no; this isn't the whole story. It's slash, f/f, Makoto (Lita) and Ami (Amy), and if you don't like it, don't read it, you're warned now. Nothing graphic. It's kinda fluff/angst (a weird mix, I know). Please R&R. I worked hard on it, and I hope you like it. I do.)





This Everyday Love



Each morning the sun shines through my window

Lands on the face of a dream come true



Nineteen-year-old Makoto Kino swelled with love as she watched the sun filter warm rays on her girlfriend of two years (though no one even knew that either was with the other)'s still sleeping form. Ami was wrapped and wound half-in and half-out of the crème coloured sheets. "Good morning Goddess." The brunette whispered into a peaceful silence.



Shuffle to the kitchen for my coffee

And catch up on the front page morning news



Grabbing the newspaper from the coffee table, Makoto nonchalantly dropped it on the table, picked up two china mugs, one an emerald green, the other a soft blue, and placed them in front of the timed coffee machine, just as the unmistakable perfume of Irish Crème and French Vanilla mix wafted though the air.

After placing two croissants in the microwave Makoto flopped down on her stool, and picked up the paper, scanning the headlines for anything of interest.



Then she walks up behind me, and throws her arms around my neck

Just another normal thing I've come to expect



Suddenly, bed-warmed arms found their way around her neck and shoulders, and a kiss landed on her jawbone. Makoto reached for the arms, and held them to her.

"Morning, my Mako-san." Ami's sleepy voice filled Makoto's head with sweet thoughts as the blue-haired beauty took the seat next to her girlfriend.

"Someone's feeling empowered. And loved." Makoto answered, pleased with the "my".

"Yep. Me." Ami smirked and stood to retrieve her croissant while Makoto poured and fixed their coffees. Ami slathered the croissants with blueberry jam and butter. Holding one out to Makoto, who grinned, then bit into the treat still in Ami's hand, slowly devouring the sweet roll. Ami couldn't help but grin when the elder licked her lips provocatively after she had finished. "Bad Mako-chan."

"Me? Never." Makoto answered innocently, handing Ami a mug. Ami wrapped elegant fingers around the warm blue china mug offered to her, and she inhaled the sent.

"Thank you, Mako-chan. I love you."

"You too, Goddess. I love you, too."



It's ordinary plain and simple

Typical, this everyday love

Same ol' same ol' keeping it new

Emotional, so familiar

Nothing about it too peculiar

Oh, but I can't get enough

Of this everyday love



"Today then?" Ami asked, setting the mug down, so in love with Makoto that it nearly hurt. "We tell them today?"

Makoto leaned down kissing the smaller, younger eighteen-year-old woman with every ounce of passion that she could muster, blueberry and butter covered lips and all. "Yes, then?" Ami translated, reclaiming Makoto for another soul-searing kiss, leaving both coffee and croissant forgotten.



Every afternoon I make a phone call

Listen to the voice that warms my heart



"Please, Mako-chan, please let's do it at my house, I want my mother to know, too." Ami spoke nervously, gripping the phone she held tightly.

"Ames, calm down. I don't care where we do it, as long as we do it. I love you. I'll be there as soon as I can." Makoto smiled into the phone.

"I love you so much, thank you."

"Anything, Goddess, I love you, too."



I drag myself through a few more hours

Then head on home and try to beat the dark

Her smile will be right there, when I walk through that door

And it will be that way tomorrow just like everyday before



"Mako-chan! Everyone's already here. Are you ready?" Ami greeted her girlfriend, worry hidden in the ocean-blue eyes.

"No, but let's go. I don't want it to be a secret. I want everyone to know that I love you."

"Don't ever leave me, my Mako-chan, I need you too much." Ami replied and kissed her lover square on the lips. "Hey, you still tastes like blueberries." Ami spoke both honestly and trying to lighten their moods.

"Yum!" Makoto grinned and smacked her lips together emphatically. "Ames. I've changed my mind. I am ready."



Wouldn't change one single thing about it

No, it's run-of-the-mill, still I can't live without it



Makoto took Ami's slightly trembling hand, and led her into the living room, where three teenage girls, one man in his early twenties, and two cats waited impatiently for their "emergency news".

"Guys?" Ami started nervously, catching everyone's attention. "We have something to tell you."

"No." Makoto interrupted. "We have something to show you." She corrected, and then she slowly, deliberately kissed her lover, and then she fell to a knee and removed a small box from her pocket. "Goddess, My Ami Mizuno, will you spend your life with me? Marry me? I love you." She opened the box, revealing a white-gold ring set with a pair of dolphins circling a sapphire. (a/n: Yes, I know that technically unless they go to Hawaii or something like that they can't get married, but, heh, that shows what we know.)

A squeak escaped Ami before she flung herself at Makoto, littering the girl's face with kisses. "Yes?" Makoto spoke, asking for clarification, before Ami landed a third soul-searing kiss of the day on the older girl's lips.

"Yes, damn you!" Ami cried aloud, tears streaming down her cheeks, and then kissed Makoto again.



It's ordinary plain and simple

Typical, this everyday love

Same ol' same ol' keeping it new

Emotional, so familiar

Nothing about it too peculiar

Oh, but I can't get enough

Of this everyday love



Shocked faces all around them, until Usagi left her fiancé's embrace, and hugged each of the girls, declaring, "I'd better not only be invited to this wedding, but I'd also better be PART of this wedding! You hear me?!" Then she joined her friends in tears.

Raye smiled knowingly, as if she'd known all along that the two were involved, but no one even doubted it, being Ami's best friend. Minako looked on slack-jawed. Not only the scout of love, but Makoto's best friend, and she hadn't known. "I am so best-er-best whatever you're having, Mako! Man, Maid-of-honor, I don't care, girl, it's me!" She joined the group hug, and pulled Raye with her.

Everything stopped, and Ami stood, Makoto holding her hand protectively, lovingly. "Mother? Mom?" Makoto squeezed Ami's hand with more love than she could express in any other way than being there for her.



Yeah, of this everyday love

Can't get enough of this everyday love

Can't get enough of this everyday love

Can't get enough of this everyday love

Can't get enough



"Don't call me that, I'll have nothing to do with it. I have no daughter." Ms. Mizuno scowled, her once warm, compassionate eyes flashing anger and betrayal. "Get your things, Ami. Then get out of my house. Disgrace." She turned on her heel and left. Tears gathered in Ami's eyes, and she fell to the floor, inconceivable joy and agonizing sadness conflicting, and she cried, in her lovers' embrace, within the comfort of all of her friends.



Can't get enough





(a/n: That's all for chapter one. Kinda short, but the problems for the pair are just beginning. Just for clarification, Ami was spending the previous night at Makoto's house, (and happened to do that a lot, Ms. Mizuno not expecting anything at all) Er . . .please read and review, let me know if you have any suggestions for couples or any other problems that may arise for the two; or any other couples y'all may think of. Well, PLEASE R & R. I THRIVE UPON IT! Hehe. Well, thanks much, y'all.)

(another a/n: Mostly every chapter (all of them if possible) will be song- fics. If you think of any songs you'd like to see put to the test, I'll see what I can do, leave the title and the singer and you'll find out. I have no specifics about the genre of the music, but I'd like the lyrics to preferably meaningful and clean-cut (not too much cursing, and no "F" word.) That's a no-no for this story. Love and Everything Fyre Eye.)