Theme: #14 - Green
Genre: Angst/Romance
Version: Crystal Tokyo
Rating: G
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Mint
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Zoicite was back in Europe, touring Rome after a particularly nasty storm. The people needed him. Homes had collapsed, and they were concerned for the older part of the city. Ami had wanted to go with him, offer help where she could, but Zoicite had forbid it. When his hand had slipped down to the prominent bulge of her belly, and his eyes had flickered possessively, she knew he wouldn't let her go. Her traveling days were temporarily on hold.
But it'd been a month and Ami was becoming antsy. The video communication and frequent phone calls weren't enough anymore. They couldn't hold a candle to actually being held in his arms and seeing him sloppily shove fruit into his mouth every morning. She even missed the wet, sticky kiss he would give her right after.
The rest of the senshi were trying to be supportive. Makoto had invited her to her rooms for a little sleepover while Nephrite was in the Americas for a week. They'd eaten a whole tub of ice cream and cleaned out part of the junk food cabinet while looking through the twelve baby books Ami had bought.
But after Makoto had fallen asleep, Ami lay awake trying to swallow her selfish sorrow. There was something uncomfortable about being in Makoto and Nephrite's bed. She'd slept in the same bed as Makoto many times before, but all the sheets smelled like deep, dark earth now. Like Nephrite.
So, Ami left her friend a note on the end table, thanking her for the offer, and ambled back to her own rooms. She stood in the doorway, glaring at the empty bed for a moment before striding purposely across to the wardrobe. Ami tore into it with ferocity, throwing clothes and hangers onto the floor until she got to the piece she wanted: a huge, ragged, green robe. Burying her face in the soft fabric, she inhaled. Mint with the soft undertone of lemon, crisp and clean.
The robe enveloped her like a cocoon, reassuring and heavy on her shoulders. It piled on the floor, hiding her feet, and when she walked to the bed she had to be careful not to trip. Ami didn't even bother to shimmy under the covers, but instead rolled herself in the green mound of fabric, letting it embrace her with its warmth and scent.
That's how she dozed off: hidden deep in Zoicite's green robe and imagining he was there.