Undying Friendship-Part 1

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Sailor Moon; they belong to someone else.

Author's Note: Due to the success of 'Eternal Friendship' I've decided to do a sequel to it though it can stand on it's own. This, once again, is derived from personal experience, which, I believe is always best to write about. It explores levels of friendship and love, physical and spiritual. This story is going to be longer than the original so I can explore some of the deeper issues of a relationship.

The sheets rustled slightly as two bodies stirred from beneath them. Shimoto draped an arm around Makoto, avoiding waking her. She gazed down on her best friend, watching her breath slowly and deeply. She leant down, brushing her lips against Makoto's, kissing her ever so softly. The dark haired girl's eyes fluttered slightly but they didn't open immediately. Shimoto snuggled closer to Makoto, remembering the night's passion and pleasure. She had never felt like that before, never felt the lust, the love or the closeness. It was as if progressing to a physical stage in their relationship brought them closer together so even their souls touched.
Makoto blinked into consciousness, her first view was that of Shimoto's beautiful face smiling at her. She seemed wrapped in thought until she realised Makoto was looking at her.
"What are you thinking, Shimo-chan?" she asked sleepily.
Her groggy speech forced a wider smile onto Shimoto's face. "Aww, you're so cute when you first wake up, and so very beautiful." She caressed Makoto's face with a hand, brushing strands of hair away from her eyes. "I was just thinking how content I feel and at peace. It's as if I've finally found what I'm looking for... you."
Her words evoked a loving grin from Makoto who hugged Shimoto tightly. She leant up and kissed her softly. A rush of emotion flowed through Makoto once more, this time not of the passion of last night but of contentment and love of the morning after.
"Mako-chan... where do we go from here?" Shimoto asked, breaking the glowing silence. The extreme seriousness of the question snapped Makoto's mind to the issues at hand. She looked into her friend's eyes, seeing the confusion there but also the care for her.
She took a deep breath. "I... I don't know Shimoto, I still consider you my best friend, though I know we are more. I'll understand if you want to go back to being just friends..."
Shimoto pulled Makoto closer to the warmth of her body. "No... no, I want you Mako-chan... I need you." Those few words made Makoto's heart sing.
Her feelings took over her actions, forcing Makoto to press her lips against Shimoto's and her hands to slide over her warm, smooth skin. Shimoto returned the kiss with a burning passion she never thought herself possible of feeling. The heat of the moment consumed them both, leading them into new realms of pleasure and ecstasy.


Makoto lay back on her own bed, hands supporting her head as she looked back on the events of the morning and previous night. A smile came to her lips immediately and she couldn't stop it if she wanted to. She had had a permanent smile on her face all day and her friends had persistently asked what she was so happy about. Of course, she hadn't told anyone. She and Shimoto had discussed it and thought it best if no one else knew about it, besides it would be fun hiding their relationship.
The more she thought about Shimoto, the more she wanted to be near her, holding her close. It would be another long day until she saw her and that would be in the restrictive surroundings of school. She couldn't be as intimate as she wanted and she could feel the frustration mounting already. She grinned slightly as she imagined the two sneaking out of class and to some quiet spot to relieve the tension, if only just for a sweet kiss.
Makoto lifted herself off her bed and strolled through to the kitchen, trying to take her mind off of Shimoto, but to no avail. She began preparing her dinner, taking out a knife and chopping board before wandering towards the fridge to scour its contents.
Finally deciding there was nothing there of interest, she walked through to the lounge and grabbed the phone, pressing an array of keys on the number pad.
She waited impatiently for someone to pick up the phone.
"Hello?" Came the voice on the other end of the phone.
Makoto's stomach did summersaults just hearing that voice. She gathered her thoughts quickly and replied. "Uh, hi Shimo-chan. It's me."
"Oh hi! What's up..."
Makoto paused, wondering if Shimoto was actually going through the same frustration as she was. "Well... I was, erm, wondering if you'd like to come over or something..." She felt her face flushing red even though there was no one else present.
She could hear Shimoto giggle at the other end of the phone. "Sure Mako-chan, how could I resist you?" Makoto smiled at her friend's enthusiasm. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll be write over. I'm dying to see you!"
Makoto breathed a sigh of relief before saying her goodbyes and hanging up the phone. She moved back through to the bedroom, straightening out the bed and cleaning the surfaces unnecessarily.
Time seemed to go agonizingly slowly and she began to get impatient yet again. She traced the patterns on her bed covers, her mind wandering back to the morning. The intrusive noise of the doorbell cut into her thoughts, bringing her back to the present. Her heart leapt, knowing it was the woman she loved waiting on the other side of the door.

End of Part 1

Author's Note: Well? This is the first instalment of this particular story and not really that in-depth yet but it will be next time! Just you wait! :) Please review as I'd like to know what you want in the next part and what could be improved! Thanx.