A/N: I've. . . never made a lemon for these two before. / Um. . . This'll be awkward. But I'll try my best in not making it TOO hot to top off Haruka&Michiru, but enough to fry a couple of nosebleeds to life. ^^ ((Waitaminute, yeah I HAVE made a lemon for these two. . Hmm, just not detailed. . /))

DISCLAIMER: Naoko Takeuchi, I'm just using your awesome Sailor Moon characters for my writing pleasure. Thanks again, just to get stuff outta the system of dreams! ^^ ((Nyeh, can't remember the name of the teacher, so as usual, I'll make one up. I mean, cooking teachers are cool, too! ^^))

Life's Like A Bag Of Flour: But Not That Simple ((Or Isn't It?))

"I-I've. . . never done this before. Ever."

". . . Don't worry, Mako-chan. I've never. . either. I-I'm sure we'll be fine. I mean, I-I know how to DO it, I just don't know if. . we'll. . fit. .?"

"Well, Ami-chan, I. . how hard can it be, right? I mean, all you gotta do is get down there and do it. . Right? Yeah! We can do this!"

"But Mako-chan! We've got to make a connection here! Just a little, I mean, y'know, not saying the actual ACT, just the. . y'know. . ."

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF FLOUR, Kino, Mizuno, take a bag and let's GO already!"

Makoto and Ami jerked, their blushes apparent as they stood in front of the whole class, leaning over a crate and trying to pick out a bag of flour as the dreaded 'flour baby poject' had come around. The teacher was rolling her eyes but obviously trying to hide a smirk at the two blushing girls.

"C'mon, you two. I know it doesn't help you're both. . girls, but I'm not the first cooking teacher here to assign this job. Because let me tell you, if you actually had to make a baby between the two of you, well, I'd wonder, you know?"

"Ms. Kirogita! We got it already! Here, Ami-chan. Let's pick this one, okay? Girl, good? Right, both XX chromosomes. Um. . . Ms. Kirogita, we're done. C'mon Ami-chan, school's over. Take our girl and let's go."

Since their class had the picks of odd students, Makoto and Ami had paired off even as all the boys and girls stumbled around them, giggling and yelling at each other in random assigning of partners. It didn't help that the teacher was a fire-redhead who never wasted the chance on teasing, and Makoto and Ami were the prime targets today.

Running out of the classroom, Makoto took Ami's hand and rounded the corner, skidding to a stop in front of the water fountain and taking a large gulp before the after-school rush out of the PE gym.

Turning to her partner in raising a flour baby for the next three weeks for pre-summer break, Makoto felt a grin split her slips.

"Think this girl's gonna make it through a couple fights, Ami-chan?"

The smile she got in return about floored the ponytailed brunette. Ami nodded, her eyes sparkling as she held the flour bag in one hand, rocking the baby and poking the happy meter as it went up a notch. The rules for class were simple.

First one to fill the meter's happiness level got another free week off from school. Since there was a tracking device for all of the students in who would be first, then no problem and hardly a way to cheat. Ami seemed to be cut out for this sort of thing, holding the bag out on her hip and instinctively cuddling the thing.

On impulse Makoto snatched the thing away from her partner, leveling a look at the bag. It clearly said 'Back OFF, buddy', but then she remembered this was supposed to be her baby.

Her baby.

Hers and AMI'S baby.

Dear sweet God, how had this come to be?

Ami saved her from an upcoming blush, nodding again and snatching the bag back, just as quickly but noticeably more gentle.

"Mako-chan, it's a flour bag. A FLOUR bag. C'mon, work with me here. You be papa, I'll be mama. In a couple more days, this baby'll be filled up with a lot of love, and we get a week off. Come on, think of it. It'll be easy."

Makoto eyed the bag again. Through her bangs she could swear the thing was laughing at her. All cuddling up to Ami-chan like that. To HER Ami-chan. Hmph.

Sidling up to her partner, Makoto smiled down at Ami. Seeing the slight widening of dark pupils, she smiled. Only fear or. . . arousal would do that, or a big shot of drugs for a senshi, and she was certain she could rule out two of the three.

Okay.

This could work. Everything was fine. Really. She could handle the first time jealousy over a bag. Surely. I mean, come on, right? Makoto cocked her head to the side and thought for a moment. Hmm.

Thunder and Ice. What. . .

Then it hit her.

"Ami-chan. . . Let's call her Combust. Please?"

The response was not one she was looking for. Ami frowned and reached up, lightly pinching her cheek. Even as she loved the contact her fellow senshi was giving her, Makoto knew she was being scolded.

"Mako-chan. Maybe. Just. . maybe. If you can give me a good reason why, then yes, we can name her Combust. Yes, I'd love to call our child Combust."

And as Ami turned and walked away, towards the familiar call of her apartment and the uncalled voice of duty as a senshi, Makoto smiled. She had said maybe.

But what's more, she had said 'our child'.

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"Mmmm, Mako-chan. Shh. Combust is asleep. Don't want to wake her now, do we?"

Makoto groaned and nodded, turning over and trying to be as comfortable as she could in the close proximity of the bedroom. Ami had suggested that all three of them sleep together in the same bed, since, at the rate the happy meter was going up, it would be full in another three days.

Three days.

Her bed was usually crowded as it normally was, and with Ami and a bag of flour in it, well, she wasn't exactly not all sprawled out at the moment.

Not that THAT was the problem.

No, the problem was Ami. She had a crush on the girl the size of a thousand iceburgs all crammed together in the coldest oceans and hit with a supercharged lightning bolt. Add the fact that they had made a baby together out of flour, it was a double whammy for her simple brain.

They'd chosen her apartment for the sole purpose of privacy in raising little Combust, and the unsaid innuendo was clear to both of them. If this was fate or destiny to bring them together for a certain cruel amount of time, well, Setsuna could come over and Makoto could give her a private lesson in flying in the clouds during a thunderstorm.

"Are you okay, Mako-chan? I know this is wierd, but I swear, that meter is rising up like no one's business!"

Even hearing the cheery voice of soft Ami-chan was torture. Nodding again, Makoto tried not to breathe in the same air that Ami's scent was in. Arrgh. It was impossible. Who said they could do this? Makoto swore silently under her breath.

The habit of not wearing anything under her nightshirt was taking a toll as the bed sheets rubbed up against her breasts. Groaning again, Makoto shifted and about squashed little Combust.

Combust.

When Ami had asked her later why she'd wanted to name their baby that, Makoto had been lost in those deep blue eyes, eyes that seemed to know her very being as Ami studied her, waiting for a logical explanation.

Makoto had stammered out an incoherent reply, then cleared her throat, leaning back against the safety of the kitchen counter and unconsciously grabbing a knife and started peeling the potatoes needed for the miso soup. Relaxing, she started.

"Wh-When you said we could name her, I wanted to name her something that we both had in common or a link. Then I started to thinking, 'senshi', but of course, no. After that came Mercury and Jupiter, but that's a different part of us both."

Looking up into serious orbs of water, Makoto started. Ami held the bag of flower on her lap, much like she would her schoolbag, but it a more gentle way. Suddenly she remembered the time when she'd shared the memory of her mother baking cookies with her.

"Our powers aren't something very nice to name after somebody, but once I realized they are what makes us senshi, well, lightning and ice, when they hit something, I'm thinking it combusts. So, Combust. Also, Ami-chan, if we name her that, no boy will ever want to date her- not because she's not pretty- but because she has an awesome name that means something really cool!"

Feeling the sharp coolness of the knife in her hand, Makoto ceased her peeling and cutting and turned, twisting the nozzle on her faucet and running water into the dry sink to wash the diced potatoes.

She could feel Ami contemplating the name behind her and was partially surprised at the time it was taking for her to make the decision. Ami was the smartest person she knew and Makoto respected her to her utmost ability for that. It didn't hurt she was kind and cute and considerate, too.

Feeling the coolness in the room diminish, Makoto exhaled slowly.

"Mako-chan, I'm sure Combust would be honored to have this name when she grows up. Yes, let's call our child Combust."

Makoto knew her grin was big and dopey on her face, but it was a good big and dopey. Turning back, she only had the time to react on instinct and mere muscle reflex as Ami tossed Combust to her. The scent of dried apples hit her.

"And for that, I'm letting you change her first diapers! They think of everything, don't they? Good thing we got apple."

Makoto zoomed back to the present.

She knew it was nearing nine at night, and right now she would normally be in the kitchen, chopping up some pre-food for in the morning to throw in the pan and make a bento out of. It was amazing what the simple arrival of a child could do.

Ami had insisted firmly on Combust sleeping with them, if not in an actual crib beside their bed. There was too much risk in running the long wire and waking up to an electronic beeping rather than the cry of their hungry baby. Rolling onto her side, Makoto balanced herself with her hand and looked over at the sleeping face of Ami Mizuno.

She was beautiful, Makoto realized.

The soft way her eyes fluttered underneath the lids, her bangs falling to shield her forehead and tickled the downwards slope of her cute little nose. Makoto smiled as she watched the chin tucked into the blue nightshirt of chest and the small purr coming from Ami's mouth as she cuddled closer to Combust.

Petite, she noticed.

Makoto never saw that before. She knew Ami was smaller than her, a good few pounds lighter and more than adept at squeezing past security guards on smaller height rides. But it was only now Makoto saw her as petite.

Cute.

Her heart bumped, rattling around in her chest, and Makoto found herself staring at Ami's hands. Such fine fingers, the tips curved off in a perfect length for proficiency yet elegance, and she knew those hands could hit every key flat in under ten seconds on the keyboard.

Ami was a quick study during her cooking lessons, too. Almost deadly at wielding a knife, the blue-haired angel could slice her way to the top if she wanted.

". . . Mako-chan."

She about jumped out of her skin if not for the bedside cabinet they'd pulled to the foot of the bed to block Makoto from falling. The room was closing in on her, and the closed door was something she wished very much she could blast off for some fresh air.

Ami had said her name in her sleep.

This was awkward.

What was she dreaming?

What if it was something bad?

What if it was something Makoto herself would not do, and Ami would wake up scared or hurt herself in her sleep?

What if-?

And then Ami's hand moved.

Makoto held her breath as she watched the small hand dip under the hem of her night shirt and up, into the area she knew Ami's breasts were. Disbelief coursed through her when the smaller girl let out a soft moan and turned in on herself, curling up into a small ball and plopping her face straight into her pillow.

"A-Ami-chan. . .?"

"Mmmmako-chan. . ."

Uh-oh.

That tone of voice was something she had never heard before, and as Ami's shirt came up and off over her head and arms and smooth skin was bared, Makoto decided this wasn't going to be something Combust would get to hear, either.

Grabbing her and Ami's flour baby, Makoto zoomed up off the bed and zipped out the door, plastering herself by the wall outside as she hurriedly slammed the barrier. She glanced frantically out her apartment window, and in her reflection she could see her eyes were wide and her pose tensed.

Shaking her head, Makoto jogged to the kitchen and plopped Combust on her lap, jiggling the baby and using her toe to open the refridgerator door as she collapsed in her favorite green chair, nervously exhaling.

Reaching in for a secretly-kept jar of alcohol in a bottle of used soy sauce, Makoto downed a swig and put the bottle back, reaching in again and emptying a cup of water in Combust's top. The bag of flour was really something to marvel at, it did all the functions a normal baby would, but Makoto was too busy trying to snap herself out of the heated images she was seeing.

Shaking her head, Makoto took Combust in her arms and rocked her, whispering soothing words of crackled lightning and unconsciously tickling the top of the bag. Getting up, Makoto swung her baby around and walked over to the couch.

"Well, Combust, looks like we're camping out here for the night, girl."

Laying down on the couch, Makoto cuddled the bag, savoring the warm heat of Ami's body that was quickly disappearing. Pulling the throw-pillows up off the floor, Makoto snuggled in and closed her eyes.

Images of Ami floated out to her, called to her, but she shook her head and squeezed her mind completely blank, a plus from all her meditation training.

"Sleep tight, Combust. I'll see ya in the morning."

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It happened every night.

Makoto thought she would go crazy, seeing Ami do things more and more explicit to herself every night. And every morning Ami would wake up and find Combust and her next to her, smiling, and she'd smile back and reach out and snuggled with Combust.

Hmph.

Pure torture.

She played with the fact she might actually have gone crazy in the close counters of Ami and she was only imagining Ami was doing this, but she pinched herself as hard as she could and suffered an extra two hours of torture with Ami padding after her and tending to the wierd burn she found on her arm.

The next two nights Ami had woke up and carted Makoto and Combust back to bed in her sleep, and Makoto had about had a heart attack at where her head had been pillowed on Ami's stomach when she woke up after the initial carting.

On the fourth morning, Makoto went to the girl genius and smiled nervously, holding a plushy stress-ball in her hand and squeezing it behind her back as she leaned against the wall. Ami was taking her turn at cooking, experimentally strapping on an apron as she bent to check the stove.

Instinctively Makoto was behind her and there, pulling the surprised senshi of ice up and plopping her about four feet away.

"Mako-chan?"

Combust seemed to stare at her, too, the bag's perch on the edge of the counter something humorous if only for the remind of their pre-summer project.

"I-I. . You shouldn't be so close to any kind of burning stove if you're not sure of what you're wearing. I know you're extra careful, Ami-chan, but I'm scared if you might burn yourself."

Right after she said it Makoto wished she could smack herself without Ami worrying about it. The whole sentence sounded dumb. Every stove would be burning if someone was wearing an apron about it, and if Ami wanted to burn herself, what business of hers was it?

But Ami only smiled and took Combust up from the counter, laying the flour bag in the crib and gently rocking the wooden crate. Leaning down, Ami patted it and pressed a gentle kiss to the bag's forehead, whispering her love.

Makoto felt her gut twist.

Straightening, Ami grinned. Taking Combust, she tossed it to her partner and watched as Makoto juggled the bag, then flipped her wrist and got rid of the stress-ball and safely secured her baby.

"She's full. Because you were worried about me, Mako-chan, Combust sensed her parents loved each other and leveled up. Sweet, huh?"

Makoto stared.

Then she looked at the bag in her hands.

"Ami-chan, do we have to take the bag back 100% perfectly in good shape?"

The blue-haired girl shook her head, her grin still firmly in place. She was beautiful, Makoto thought again for the hundredth time that day. Shaking her own head, Makoto grinned back.

"Does the school even want this flour bag back at all?"

Another negative reply.

Makoto chuckled, then. Raising Combust up above her with her right hand, she kissed her baby for the first time, right where Ami had kissed her, and winked.

Then she hurled the bag at Ami, laughing hysterically when it exploded.

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Ami sneezed.

Makoto had suddenly chucked their baby at her, and before she could react to pull a bubble encasing around her, the flour bag exploded and the world turned white.

A moment later she felt the taller brunette's arms wrap securely around her, and Ami felt her whole stomach quiver as she resisted the urge to snuggle into the warm embrace. Turning in Makoto's arms, Ami blushed fierce red as her nose hit Makoto's breasts, the soft globes heaven on her cheeks.

"Mako-chan, why. .?"

"I love you, Ami."

The world pulsed pure blue around her, and Ami could feel all the water flow in the veins of the third planet as her forever-crush and partner in senshi sparring confessed to her. Everything was hot, everything was so light, she was floating. . .

"Now we've got to take a bath, now don't we?"

Was that HER saying that?

Feeling the warm rumble of distant thunder purr through Makoto's taller frame, Ami sighed. She didn't care. If it made Makoto happy, she hoped it WAS her. But before that. . .

"Makoto Kino. . . I have always been in love with you. You are just too beautiful not to, love."

And she was up on her tip-toes, her whole body on electrical lighting as she leaned into the whole of Makoto's, warm, soft, sweet, and then she was drawing that lovely ponytail down by the base and leaning up, and. . .

Ami kissed Makoto, the feeling of warm wetness something she would never forget, the taste of spicy cooking melding with the unique scent and feel of Makoto's tongue on hers, pressing and playing, laving along the edges of her soul.

"I love you, Makoto."

The world righted itself from its untipped balance for the first time in her life, and Ami stumbled a bit when she pulled back. Makoto was there to catch her, though, her smile wonderful and so beautiful that Ami couldn't help but kiss her again.

Moaning gently when that wet warmth laved its way down her chin and wiggled around the side of her jugular vein, Ami pulled away and sighed.

Shaking her head, she leaned down and picked a stunned Makoto up, bridal style. Walking over to the door and going out, turning with ease, she smiled up at her newfound love. Lowering them both to a kneeling position, her on one knee and Makoto curled so perfectly in her arms, Ami kissed her again, gently.

"Makoto Kino, I love you. Please, will you be my girlfriend?"

The shocked smile melted into a beautiful laugh, and Ami felt the pleased rumble of happiness course through her as Makoto launched into her hold, hugging her tightly.

"I will, Ami Mizuno, love of my heart."

Snuggling into the warm embrace, Ami grinned and straightened with ease, carefully stepping over the threshold of Makoto's apartment and kissing her again, moving her hard against the wall and pressing her into a bare frontal piggyback hug.

"Thank you."

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Makoto panted, her body tingling with thousands of unseen electric particles as Ami stared at her, the look in her eyes so hungry and full of hot love that Makoto wanted to hide under the nearest rock.

Moving to the hot waterfall of H2O, she reached up and self-consciously let down her ponytail, growling under her breath as Ami's gaze turned molten and the love of her life moved to tackle her into the stream of heat, kissing her fiercely as their breasts met.

"Mmmmm, Makoto. . ."

Moaning, Makoto felt behind her for the cool tiles of sanity. Ami was so sexy in front of her, dripping wet and eyes closed, her hair slicked down to make a suggestive path, trailing past her shoulders and enhancing the full curves of her breasts.

A slim waist curved into the swells of perfect hips, rippling down into beautiful swimmers' legs and snugly fitting into the tight ankles fit for private showings of high-heeled shoes. Makoto didn't even get to finish watching that mischievous little droplet of water run down those pert little toes.

Ami kissed her then, pressing hard against her and whispering into her very soul and easing her innermost insecurity.

"You're so beautiful, Makoto. All of you. Every single cell, every single strand of hair on your body. Mmm, are you, down there, love?"

The husky voice was soothing, but Makoto found it hard to breathe as Ami curled sharply into her, flipping her hair out of her eyes and leaning down to lave her collarbone, her hands reaching up to stroke her belly and thighs.

Her reaction was instantaneous.

Mewling, Makoto slammed herself back onto the shower's levers and reveled in the quick spear of pain distracting her from the all-consuming pleasure of Ami in front of her, kissing her, so damned beautiful herself. . .

"Makoto. . ."

A sharp nip at her right nipple made Makoto gasp, and she automatically clutched at Ami, whimpering and falling to her knees. Fire spread throughout her centre, wet heat dripping down and being the center-point of burning tingles.

"Mmmm, we've got to get clean first, huh, love? But you taste so good. . . And you smell. . delicious."

Blushing furiously, Makoto scrambled and jerked herself upright as she found herself level with Ami's stomach and below, her own wet sex. Shaking her head, Makoto grabbed the shampoo and lathered some into her hair, reaching out blindly and turning her partner around and brushing a handful of shampoo in the silky locks.

"A-Ami, is this normal? It's so hot, and. ."

Makoto felt her love turn in her arms and shimmy downwards, a roaming finger playing at the base of her stomach. She could feel the hot contractions of aching muscles there, begging for pressure, begging to be stretched and tensed.

A quick lapping of Ami's tongue at her lower lips had Makoto jerking, crying out and doubling over into Ami's arms. The inferno inside of her was like a thunderstorm, the clouds barely containing the lightning and throbbing her to the core. Rumbling deeply, Makoto shivered as Ami's kiss to her lips drowned out any water coming from the shower.

The only thing she knew was Ami, here, and her throbbing need.

"Makoto, I've never felt this before, ever. Not this begging heat, I need to feel you, every inch. . . Stop me if you don't want to, Makoto, I love you, please. . .!"

Ami's voice stripped away all her doubts, and Makoto shook her head, ridding herself of the bubbles and straightening to gather Ami in a tight hug. Sliding her hand down between the two of them, she gently probed the slick opening of her partner.

With a sharp jerk, Ami cried out, her body spasming uncontrollably as she exploded on Makoto's hot fingers. Grabbing her love, Makoto drew her to her, whispering her feelings and helping Ami through, easing her fingers into the clenching heat and moaning her own arousal. Beneath her Ami was still throbbing, and Makoto smiled gently.

So sweet. . .

"You're so tight, love. I'm barely inside of you. Mmmm, I can't wait to taste you, Ami. You're so beautiful when you scream, Ami. Scream for me again, love, please."

And Makoto picked Ami up and moved her way out of the shower, hardly remembering to turn off the water and lights and squishing her way to their bed. Fingers still inside of Ami, Makoto rolled on top of the other girl and kissed her, gently sliding her way down and staring in incredible fascination at the loving fluids pooling there.

Ami was pool-tight drenched, her soft tight curls parted on account of Makoto's fingers hardly disappearing into her hot folds. Petal pearl pink, Ami was opened to Makoto and whimpered when the brunette started moving again, her mouth softly licking the wet lips and making love to her with her very heart.

"M-Mako-! Nngh, Mako! I-I can't take it, Mako-! Nnnngh! Ah-h, please. . .!"

Makoto kept up the gentle pressure, softly pressing her nose to Ami's clit and nudging deep inside only halfway with her fingers. Ami's body coiled and tensed, then exploded again into her as she bucked, crying out in pleasure.

Moving to kiss Ami, Makoto thrust in deep and immersed her fingers into the stretching heat, marveling at how tight Ami was and riding the bucking hips of her blue-haired love.

She knew orgasm was on Ami, riding her down until she was completely sated, but Makoto was in awe at the wetness still coming from her love, the open folds inviting her in and pressing her to continue. Ami was whimpering, shivering as she clutched at her, her legs wrapped tightly about her waist.

Makoto smiled, then, pressing gently onto the throbbing clit as she pulled out, the tight heat crying as she withdrew, and Ami softly cried out herself, her hips cantering upwards into a slant. Nuzzling the panting lips, Makoto wiggled closer and upwards, loving the feel of Ami underneath her and her legs pressing tight into her buttocks.

Rolling them both over, Makoto kissed Ami, running her hands reverently up her stomach and down to her legs, drawing them up and in to sit on her sex. She was trembling, Makoto needed release so bad. But she would wait.

Ami's eyes were slitted pool blue, and the pink lips were swolen from their earlier kisses. Almost as if in a daze, the senshi of ice swayed above Makoto, her little grin so cute as she ran her own hands down to touch the spot where their bodies met.

"Nnngh. . .!"

Arching hard, Makoto whimpered at the bolt of lightning coursing through that one spot and into the twisted feeling of her gut and arousal. She knew her clit was hard as a rock by now, the spongy tip all extended and feeling Ami's heat.

Leaning up, Makoto bucked, her hips moving of their own accord as she drew Ami in for a kiss, reaching down and again probing the tight heat with her fingers.

"A-Ahh. .! Mako. .!"

Smiling into the kiss, Makoto plunged two digits into Ami and sighed, pleased as she heard her angel scream her name. Searing through her wet folds, Makoto groaned and pressed upwards with her hips, taking Ami's hands in her one and drawing them above her head, stretching herself out and kissing the shaking arms.

"Ride me, Ami. I need this, please. . .!"

And suddenly Ami turned into a hellfire she-cat, slitting her eyes wide and clutching Makoto's wrist, pulling them up as she leaned forwards and rocked onto those demanding fingers. Rolling her hips, Ami jerked down and made frictional love to Makoto's sex, riding her as she would a stubborn horse in need of taming.

Makoto felt her heart race as Ami shifted, brushing their chests together in wet meeting, those blue eyes crashing into her soul as Ami marked her, leaning down and leaving a dark fat hickey on her collarbone, then up, to her neck, then her cheek.

Panting, Makoto groaned as she felt Ami slip from her fingers and slam down onto her clit, the volcanic need inside her contracting into one rigid ball of pleasure. Only one lightning bolt would release her.

One.

"A-Ami, Ami, Ami, a-aah. .! I love you, Ami. .!"

And Ami sensed her frustration and nodded, sweat pouring from her face as she gathered it in one hand and swiped it towards the shock outlet of Makoto's cell phone charger still plugged in.

Sticking her finger in the right socket, Ami whimpered as the raw electricity poured into her and she slammed her hips down onto Makoto's clit a final time as the supreme element comsumed the brunette and she screamed.

At the last moment Ami reached under Makoto's pillow and drew out a lightning bolt-shaped kid's light and reached down, ramming the nightlight hard into Makoto. The senshi of thunder screamed again as she felt herself being penetrated, and with her element supercharging her, Ami looked down and saw the light come on and off, the yellow flicker not taking on any patterns but seemingly lightning itself in short bursts.

"Makoto, I love you."

The whisper ricochetted through her very life force and Makoto screamed as she came, orgasm hard and furious as its white-hot fire lit through her body and she blacked out for an instant, aching all over in pleasure.

"A-AMIIIIIIiiiiii. . .! Ami, Ami, Ami. . .!"

"Don't worry, love. I'm here, and I'm not going to leave you. Never."

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Makoto came to with Ami sprawled out all over her, the warm senshi of ice grinning down at her and showing those amazing dimples. Their legs entertwined, Makoto felt a feral blush creeping up onto her face as she remembered what they'd done the night before.

". . . I love you, Ami."

Hearing the soft words spoken in her voice shook her badly, and Makoto curled in one herself until she felt the warm heat of Ami's hand on her chest, pulling her back and into the smaller girl. Heaven was the only thing she could ever compare this to, and she'd never been there.

But damn, it was perfect good.

"Makoto. . . I love you. I've loved you from the first day we've met, I just didn't know it. Please, don't run away from this, Makoto. I can handle it if it's not true, that you might not want a relationship. I'm willing to give you room-"

"Ami, I'd die if you let go of me for even a minute. I love you, Ami. I'm sorry if I sounded like I wasn't sure, but please trust me, last night and every day after this is all that I want. I want it to be with you. Everything. I love you, Ami. Please stay."

Looking into those pool-blue eyes, Makoto felt her heart clench in finality as it sealed her last love into her soul. Her first love. Drawing the smaller girl into her, she gently kissed the bare shoulder and whispered a soft 'love you'.

Ami wiggled in her grasp and Makoto smiled, blowing gently into the start of Ami's spine. The blue-haired girl shrieked and whacked at her, laughing as she rolled and drew Makoto on top of her.

She was beautiful, Makoto thought.

Always.

Ami would always be preserved in her soul.

"I love you so much, Ami. Please, say you'll stay with me forever. Maybe in the future we can make a Combust of our own."

Makoto's heart stopped in hope. Please, she thought, please, Ami, stay with me. She knew that what she was asking was pretty big of her lover, but Makoto knew if she didn't ask now, she would be pressing into Ami's private life with every extra minute she'd have, possibly driving her away.

Makoto couldn't live without her.

So when Ami shifted underneath her, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, Makoto about died. Was this a no?

"I love you, Makoto Kino. No matter what happens, I'll stay."

Her angel's beautiful smile lit up her world, and Makoto cried out in joy, laughing as she rolled her Ami into a tight bun-hug, plopping off the edge of the bed and onto the floor, cushioning their fall with her body and numbing the pain with a heart-stealing kiss.

"Mmm, Ami. Forever with you sounds perfect."

"The same here, Makoto. The same here."

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They won the flour-baby project hands-down.

A/N: ^^ *sigh* I don't know, I think I made this too sappy, but I can't picture them anything else. I think I might even have crossed the boundaries of Makoto and Ami not getting enough friendship-time down, but then, there's gotta be some kind of spice! .