I think I'm the only person who still writes and reads Sailor Moon fanfic that of course I do not own in any way. Anyways audience of maybe two, enjoy!
Every action has an equal or opposite reaction.
Einstein said it best.
There are so many things I understand. In fact I understand most things. I know math and when a limit equals infinity. I know science in all its forms from anatomy to the chemical makeup of atoms to physics. I know computers so much I can practically build one. I know literature, art, history, three foreign languages, and the whole manga anthologies (for Usagi's sake.)
Every action has an equal or opposite reaction.
It doesn't really apply to feelings though. My Achilles Heel. You know Achilles? The guy who was the best warrior in Greece practically immortal except for in one place, his heels. During the battle against Troy he was hit with an arrow right in the heel and died. Even though Greece defeated Troy with a "surrender gift" in the form of a giant horse.
Emotions are my Achilles heel, and Makoto is my Trojan Horse. When I see her my brain can't function. I can't think about the quadratic formula or even the fact that there are 206 bones in the body.
Makoto has 205 bones. One of her ribs was shattered in a battle. She went in ruthlessly, and carelessly, I might add, and the monster gripped her by the waist and squeezed hard. I still remember the sound of the cracking as the bones broke.
Every action has an equal or opposite reaction.
I released a power so strong it obliterated the monster without even needing Sailor Moon's assistance. To this day I have never been able to access that power again. Makoto had four broken ribs and one of them was shattered beyond repair so the doctor removed the bone fragments and let her be. With 205 bones.
I wonder if she thinks about that. The fact that she's missing a bone.
Probably not. The rest of her bones are perfection. The strong jaw that gives a fierce look but still delicate and beautiful. Oh like that college dance party when she was in that gorgeous black dress with the rose. Her jaw was too beautiful to be glancing down at the ground sadly. Dancing with her was…brave for me, but at the same time painful when Tiger's Eye cut in all in disguise.
Every action has an equal or opposite reaction…I guess. You can't get pleasure without the pain.
And no I don't mean sexual get your mind out of the gutter. Now you're thinking, 'Whoa! Ami Minzuno talking about sex?' I'm not a prude regardless of the fact that I can't really stop the vessels on my face from heating up and making me red as a tomato when someone even refers to it.
I am a very studious girl after all. I'll be a doctor in two years and it'd be ridiculous to leave a giant hole in my knowledge of anatomy. That's another thing that Makoto achieves perfection. What a body.
"Ami-chan?" I snap out of my thoughts and glance up at Michiru who is sitting beside me on the couch holding a bowl of…chocolate? What the heck? "Everything alright?"
"Ah hai!" I respond a bit too quickly.
She nods. "I see, thinking again."
"Why do you have chocolate?" I say.
"Haruka likes it," Michiru says with a wry grin. I have a feeling there's something vaguely sexual about her statement but I don't really want to analyze that now. "Why are you thinking too much?"
I sigh. "It's what I do."
"What you do is making you miserable," Michiru says. "Don't tell anyone but you're my favorite Senshi Ami-chan. I believe you have a hidden power within you that would rival Sailor Moon herself. I also believe that the love that exists in your heart is stronger than anything anyone else can ever experience."
"No way, Usagi-chan and Mamoru-chan's love is destined," Ami says.
Micniru shrugs. "So is mine and Haruka's, that doesn't mean we feel it more than you. You have a heart of gold…"
"There's no physical way my heart can be made of gold since I don't have those kind of metals in my body," I say.
Michiru narrows her eyes. "I think you know what a metaphor is Ami-chan."
"I do I just don't want to admit it."
"That you're in love," Michiru says. "I say you only live once. With our line of work there is no guarantees that we'll live into old age, as our enemies get stronger and more dangerous it's harder to assure ourselves that we'll even make it past 30. Haruka and I have lived every single day as our last ones the very first moment we began our mission. You should do the same. If you miss your chance you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
"Meaning if one of us dies in battle," I say. It actually hurts me to say it. One of the worst memories I have is watching Makoto die in the hands of Queen Beryl's minions. Her cry of agony rings in my ears to this day. The thought of it makes everything hurt.
"Very possible as you know," Michiru says with a nod. "And knowing Makoto's recklessness it'll probably be you sacrificing yourself for her."
I glance at Michiru as she stands up from the couch. "Are you saying you wouldn't sacrifice yourself for Haruka?"
"In a heartbeat," Michiru says simply giving me a kind smile and walking away towards her room.
I sigh as I stand lazily from the couch and walk towards the bedroom I'm sharing with Makoto. Rei-chan didn't make this easy for me at all.
For every action there's an equal or opposite reaction. What if I give into my feelings and Makoto doesn't feel them in return? What if we both fall into each other and it ends up terribly destroying our entire friendship and life as Sailor Senshi? What if…
I walk into the room and Makoto is lying in bed, her back against the headboard in nothing but a nightshirt. She lying there with her legs bent a book upon her knees, reading. Oh God, she's reading the book I suggested to her!
Screw Einstein!
She barely has time to say "Knochiwa Ami-chan" before I'm straddling her hips and kissing her. She gasps in surprise and I grip her cheeks holding her to me. Her lips are so soft like velvet and they part for my tongue. I slide it in twirling it around with hers and she moans.
Oh what a sweet sound. I want to hear it again. I want to drown in it.
She breaks the kiss with a gasp and places her hands on my bare thighs right below where my shorts end. "Ami-chan," she says softly rubbing my thighs gently. Whoa my entire body is shaking and I'm breathing so hard I'm hyperventilating. I don't lose control like this! I have to pull it together.
Her hand moves up and caresses my cheek so tenderly, I feel my heart flutter so hard I think it might burst out of my chest (though entirely impossible with all the arteries in the way, not to mention all the muscles and bones around the area.)
Bones. Oh yes. Makoto has 205. I place my hand on her ribs where the one is missing. I remember how she cried out in agony when the creature crushed her. We all ran to her after I killed the monster and she just gripped her ribcage and grit her teeth. I knew she wanted to cry but she would never show vulnerability like that.
She only let out a brief whimper when Mamoru carried her bridal style to his car to head to the hospital. I know for a fact that it should have an unbearable pain. 205 bones. Not 206. There's one missing. One piece of Makoto that will never come back.
What if a new piece is lost every time there's an apocalyptic battle? What if one day there's too many things gone to ever come back? I can't live in fear any longer. Not when it is so obvious what Makoto feels for me, just by that teary look in her eyes. She's vulnerable. In front of me. And only me.
For every action there's an equal or opposite reaction. And tonight there will be an action.
"Aishiteru," I say it softly but Makoto hears it.
I see the tears slipping from her eyes down her soft, pale cheeks. I wipe them away quickly and hold her face in my hands. "I've been waiting my whole life for you to say that to me Ami-chan."
It's all I need to hear. I kiss her again with all the passion I could muster and she's with me. She's always been so passionate about everything and now I can feel her passion coursing through me wild, free. I want her. I want her so bad.
I've never wanted anyone like this. My whole life I've never had any sexual desires and I never understood why everyone around me was so crazed. I never understood why some people could become addicted, or needy, or dirty enough to write explicit songs. But now I get it.
I can feel that need devouring every inch of my body and I want her to…I want her to fuck me.
I'm on my back in an instant, book clattering to the floor, and the headboard banging against the wall. Makoto is on top of me, her hips in between my lips grinding so deliciously against me. I grip Makoto's nightshirt and lift it off of her.
Green bra and thong adorns her body now, except they do nothing to hide her rock hard nipples and wetness that has stained her underwear with one wet spot. I'm studious. I have a photographic memory and I know anatomy.
Am I nervous? You can bet your life on that. Do I know how to please a woman? That's like asking me if I'll get an A in class. Study time is over, it's time to take the test.
Hmm. Let's see what kind of reaction she'll have to this action.
I flip us over hard making her land on the ground beside the bed with a grunt. She's breathless for a second as she groans but it quickly passes when I tear her thong off and chuck it over my shoulder without really caring where it goes. Makoto breathes heavily and unhooks her own bra.
She throws it aside and grips me by the shirt. I hear the cringe-worthy tear of fabric as she tears my shirt to shreds and her lips are on my chest. Every kiss leaves a shot of heat on my skin and every time she chants "I love you, kami, I love you" it makes my stomach churn with a feeling that is too indescribable for words. Perhaps that is the best description for the emotions swirling through my body.
Indescribable.
My baby blue bra is off moments later and her hands are on my shorts. I no longer feel the ground underneath me and that's because I'm in the air. Makoto is ridiculously strong. That in itself makes me feel things that are…let's just say, wet?
I feel the mattress underneath my back moments later then my hips are in the air as she takes off my shorts and underwear, throwing them aside carelessly. Oh my God I'm naked. I've never been naked in front of anyone! And I mean anyone!
"Hey," she says softly stopping my arms from covering my newly exposed skin. "You are beautiful."
I touch her cheek gently as she kisses me and suddenly I don't feel so shy. Though I'm pretty sure every inch of my skin is red.
Makoto kisses down my neck slowly. Oh God, I know where this is leading. Ohhhh God.
"Relax," she purrs softly interlocking her fingers with mine. She gently nips at my throat and kisses further down. She's kissing my chest again but this time around my breasts. My breath is coming out in sharp gasps that almost hurt my chest. Her tongue swirls around my nipple and I gasp. My back arches off the bed in a jolt and I grip the sheets as hard as I can.
Her lips gently wrap around my nipple and she sucks in hard, just once. It's enough to send the air tumbling right out of my lungs leaving me breathless. The tingles that shoot down my spine make me ache in a way I've never ached before. She sucks in again but this time hold it tight.
A cry escapes my throat and I grip her head. It's tortuously good. I want her to stop but I don't. She suckles again and again and again until I can't handle it anymore and whimper in pleasurable agony. What is she doing to me!? Is this an opposite reaction or an equal one? I feel like my reaction is much stronger than what she's giving me.
The thought makes me blush in embarrassment. Just when I think I can't feel more terrified she presses her hand against my clitoris. My eyes widen and my body bursts into hard convulsions and shakes. I can't contain the feelings that spread through my body and how my body reacts to them. I shake and shake until I collapse onto the mattress breathlessly.
Was that an…ohhh no!
Makoto is leaning over me kissing my cheeks. "Don't be embarrassed Ami-chan, that was amazing."
"You barely even touched me!" I cry. "Oh Kami!"
Makoto chuckles softly. "Ami," she says with a sly grin. "You know women are multi-orgasmic right?"
Before I can respond she's sliding down my body until her head is in front of my crotch. Oh God is she gonna…
My back arches and a cry escapes my throat as her warm tongue slides up my slit slowly as if tasting an icecream pop for the first time. Oh that feels weird but…so, good.
Her tongue isn't hesitant now as she slides it up and down my slit right in between my folds touching places I didn't even know existed. And I'm an almost-doctor.
She swirls her tongue around and I jolt. I can feel the pressure building again. I feel on the verge of an explosion and it scares me. I grip her hair wanting her to slow down but she misinterprets that. She moves harder more fiercely.
"Ma-ko…" I breathe out unable to control my body any longer. I feel her fingers pressing against me under her mouth, I'm not sure what she's doing until I feel one of her fingers push into me. My eyes widen and I groan lowly. My thoughts are starting to fade away. I can't think anymore. I couldn't remember single bone name right now. Isn't that humerus.
A second finger enters me and it only hurts for second. Makoto's tongue is flicking my clit faster and faster, swirling it around, sucking it in. I'm unraveling. I feel myself tightening around her fingers and my back arches up. Light flickers behind my clenched eyelids as my lungs run out of air again and I'm floating. I'm flying away on a cloud into ecstasy and Makoto's there with me.
When I come back down Makoto is kissing my hip gently and smiling. I can see my juices on her face and it makes me blush. She grins and gently pulls her fingers out of me. The movement causes me unexpected pain and I wince. She caresses my leg softly and lifts her hand up. I can see blood on her fingers and the panic on her face.
"Mako," I say quickly sitting up and gripping her wrist. "I'm okay. It's just…I am…I, uh, was a virgin."
Makoto's eyes widen in understanding. "Oh God, did I…hurt you?"
"No, it was wonderful Mako-chan, arigatou," I say giving her a peck on the lips.
Makoto reaches over to the dresser and grabs a tissue to clean her fingers. I do feel quite sore but I like it. It's a nice kind of sore.
Makoto crawls on the bed and lies on her pillow. "Cuddle with me?"
Cuddle? She thinks we're done?
I climb on top of her and straddle her hips biting my lip shyly. She glances up at me, a burning heat in her eyes that make her green eyes look way darker than they normally look. "Don't you know Mako?" I say kissing down her perfect jawline and biting down on her throat. "Every action has an equal or opposite reaction?"