The Friendship Saga
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or their likeness from Sailor Moon, etc, etc.
Author's note: Welcome to the friendship saga, due to the popularity of my previous two stories involving Makoto and an original character, Shimoto, I have decided to make an ongoing set of stories which follows their lives together.
Warning: There will most likely be lemon included in the stories with a yuri coupling. It could also get dark and depressing but that's only if their lives lead that way. Oh, how lovely it is to have such power. ^_~
I dedicate this story to 'Shimoto', the love of my life and my inspiration.
Chapter 4
Through the troubles and trials in life, there is usually one thing that shines, leading the way, and keeping the body, mind and soul moving forward. In the cavernous region that was once Makoto's heart, a flame flickered, lighting her way onwards. The brightness, that was her love for Shimoto, strengthened her and she was able to face the challenges of each new day as they came. She left the house, venturing out with friends and relieving the aching of loneliness a little. But that feeling of emptiness still remained, no matter how hard she tried to forget it or fill it and she realised she was going to have to face Shimoto.
The task was daunting, she was sure she would react in a bad way and bawl her eyes out or something akin to that. As she sat, waiting for the taxi that would lead her to confront her best friend, she pondered what would actually happen tonight. It was probable that the two would sit awkwardly in silence until a decent television programme started and then they would both watch that, not really taking in the pictures on the screen. The taxi's horn broke her chain of thought and prompted her legs to guide her outside and into the awaiting car.
The taxi ride seemed unbearably long; they passed the buildings at a snail's pace, taking forever to reach the destination. Eventually they pulled into a driveway and now Makoto wished they had taken longer. She wasn't ready for this step into the unknown. After paying the taxi driver, she walked boldly up to the front door, attempting to deceive herself that she was, in fact, confident. It didn't work. As soon as the door opened and she saw Shimoto standing there, her heart melted and she felt like a jellyfish; spineless. She stepped inside, her heart beating fast just at the nearness of her friend. Makoto took a deep breath to calm herself down.
The pair went up the stairs and into Shimoto's room, which held so many pleasant memories. Makoto sat on the bed and stared at the television, which hadn't been switched on yet. For a while the two just sat, chatting idly about insignificant things, to merely pass the time and feign some sort of normality. Soon, the television was switched on and the two sat watching the programme that was on. Makoto's mind continued to wander, her eyes drifting towards Shimoto. Being so close, she could feel her warmth and smell the scent that drove her so crazy. Makoto's gaze wandered to Shimoto's lips, they were slightly parted, making Makoto want to lunge up and press her's against Shimoto's. She resisted the urge, remembering the decision they had made to remain 'just friends'.
Makoto then realised Shimoto was looking at her, making her blush. She smiled, patting a place on her lap where she was inviting Makoto to lay down. Shimoto pulled a pillow over and placed it across her legs. Makoto gladly took the chance to be even closer to her, though she did fear that she might lose control. She lay down, her eyes on the television screen, her arm around Shimoto, and her mind completely focused on the nearness of her friend. Her senses were screaming at Makoto to forget her mind and give in to her body's aching desires. She clutched Shimoto tighter, an involuntary action she hoped her friend wouldn't notice. She clenched her jaw tight, fighting against the building urges to jump Shimoto. The programme eventually ended and Makoto sat up, moving away from Shimoto to calm herself down. Her heart beat uncontrollably and it felt as though it would jump out of her chest. Shimoto had other ideas though.
She moved closer and put her arms around Makoto, hugging her gently. Makoto's body screamed out once again but she didn't fight it, she merely put her arms around Shimoto and hugged her back. She shuddered as Shimoto's hand drifted over her back and arm. Every touch was arousing her even more. Did Shimoto know how she affected Makoto? Was she doing it on purpose? Makoto lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to concentrate on something else.
She felt Shimoto's gentle fingertips drift across her neck's sensitive skin. Makoto tensed, the aching deepening. She let out a hasty, rough breath that showed her frustration.
"Don't do that." She breathed, looking at Shimoto.
Shimoto didn't stop though; she knew exactly what she was doing. "Why not?" She asked innocently.
Makoto let out a strained laugh, not wanting to speak her reason. "Because it's turning me on." She didn't look at Shimoto but she could swear she was smiling. She always did love to tease Makoto. She went to move away but Shimoto grabbed her arms, securing one between her legs and the other in a hand. Makoto didn't have the energy to escape her, nor the will. She would be kidding herself if she said that she wasn't enjoying the torture, however frustrating it was.
Shimoto's hand brushed lightly over Makoto's breast, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She struggled slightly against Shimoto's firm hold, she couldn't take much more, she was sure she'd explode if she didn't relieve the tension. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning with pleasure but it was clear from the expression on her face that Shimoto was touching her in all the right places.
Finally, Shimoto released her arms and Makoto sat up. She let her body drop against Shimoto's and pulled her closer, her mind becoming hazy and her body taking control. Her hands wandered lightly over Shimoto's back and she brought her head up. Their faces were so close now and every motion seemed like a blur to Makoto. Her lips brushed against Shimoto's and she didn't even realise she was kissing her until Shimoto pulled away. Makoto looked into her eyes but didn't see regret in them. She leaned forward and let the desires that had been building, control her actions.
End of Chapter 4
Ending notes: Well, that's all for chapter 4, what do you guys want to happen in chapter 5? I haven't a clue what's going to occur but we shall see. I'm very glad that things turned out better this chapter, don't think I could handle writing a depressing piece. Oh, I want to thank 'Shimoto' for that night. She was absolutely amazing, as per usual. ^_^ Hope she doesn't read that, aargh!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or their likeness from Sailor Moon, etc, etc.
Author's note: Welcome to the friendship saga, due to the popularity of my previous two stories involving Makoto and an original character, Shimoto, I have decided to make an ongoing set of stories which follows their lives together.
Warning: There will most likely be lemon included in the stories with a yuri coupling. It could also get dark and depressing but that's only if their lives lead that way. Oh, how lovely it is to have such power. ^_~
I dedicate this story to 'Shimoto', the love of my life and my inspiration.
Chapter 4
Through the troubles and trials in life, there is usually one thing that shines, leading the way, and keeping the body, mind and soul moving forward. In the cavernous region that was once Makoto's heart, a flame flickered, lighting her way onwards. The brightness, that was her love for Shimoto, strengthened her and she was able to face the challenges of each new day as they came. She left the house, venturing out with friends and relieving the aching of loneliness a little. But that feeling of emptiness still remained, no matter how hard she tried to forget it or fill it and she realised she was going to have to face Shimoto.
The task was daunting, she was sure she would react in a bad way and bawl her eyes out or something akin to that. As she sat, waiting for the taxi that would lead her to confront her best friend, she pondered what would actually happen tonight. It was probable that the two would sit awkwardly in silence until a decent television programme started and then they would both watch that, not really taking in the pictures on the screen. The taxi's horn broke her chain of thought and prompted her legs to guide her outside and into the awaiting car.
The taxi ride seemed unbearably long; they passed the buildings at a snail's pace, taking forever to reach the destination. Eventually they pulled into a driveway and now Makoto wished they had taken longer. She wasn't ready for this step into the unknown. After paying the taxi driver, she walked boldly up to the front door, attempting to deceive herself that she was, in fact, confident. It didn't work. As soon as the door opened and she saw Shimoto standing there, her heart melted and she felt like a jellyfish; spineless. She stepped inside, her heart beating fast just at the nearness of her friend. Makoto took a deep breath to calm herself down.
The pair went up the stairs and into Shimoto's room, which held so many pleasant memories. Makoto sat on the bed and stared at the television, which hadn't been switched on yet. For a while the two just sat, chatting idly about insignificant things, to merely pass the time and feign some sort of normality. Soon, the television was switched on and the two sat watching the programme that was on. Makoto's mind continued to wander, her eyes drifting towards Shimoto. Being so close, she could feel her warmth and smell the scent that drove her so crazy. Makoto's gaze wandered to Shimoto's lips, they were slightly parted, making Makoto want to lunge up and press her's against Shimoto's. She resisted the urge, remembering the decision they had made to remain 'just friends'.
Makoto then realised Shimoto was looking at her, making her blush. She smiled, patting a place on her lap where she was inviting Makoto to lay down. Shimoto pulled a pillow over and placed it across her legs. Makoto gladly took the chance to be even closer to her, though she did fear that she might lose control. She lay down, her eyes on the television screen, her arm around Shimoto, and her mind completely focused on the nearness of her friend. Her senses were screaming at Makoto to forget her mind and give in to her body's aching desires. She clutched Shimoto tighter, an involuntary action she hoped her friend wouldn't notice. She clenched her jaw tight, fighting against the building urges to jump Shimoto. The programme eventually ended and Makoto sat up, moving away from Shimoto to calm herself down. Her heart beat uncontrollably and it felt as though it would jump out of her chest. Shimoto had other ideas though.
She moved closer and put her arms around Makoto, hugging her gently. Makoto's body screamed out once again but she didn't fight it, she merely put her arms around Shimoto and hugged her back. She shuddered as Shimoto's hand drifted over her back and arm. Every touch was arousing her even more. Did Shimoto know how she affected Makoto? Was she doing it on purpose? Makoto lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to concentrate on something else.
She felt Shimoto's gentle fingertips drift across her neck's sensitive skin. Makoto tensed, the aching deepening. She let out a hasty, rough breath that showed her frustration.
"Don't do that." She breathed, looking at Shimoto.
Shimoto didn't stop though; she knew exactly what she was doing. "Why not?" She asked innocently.
Makoto let out a strained laugh, not wanting to speak her reason. "Because it's turning me on." She didn't look at Shimoto but she could swear she was smiling. She always did love to tease Makoto. She went to move away but Shimoto grabbed her arms, securing one between her legs and the other in a hand. Makoto didn't have the energy to escape her, nor the will. She would be kidding herself if she said that she wasn't enjoying the torture, however frustrating it was.
Shimoto's hand brushed lightly over Makoto's breast, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She struggled slightly against Shimoto's firm hold, she couldn't take much more, she was sure she'd explode if she didn't relieve the tension. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning with pleasure but it was clear from the expression on her face that Shimoto was touching her in all the right places.
Finally, Shimoto released her arms and Makoto sat up. She let her body drop against Shimoto's and pulled her closer, her mind becoming hazy and her body taking control. Her hands wandered lightly over Shimoto's back and she brought her head up. Their faces were so close now and every motion seemed like a blur to Makoto. Her lips brushed against Shimoto's and she didn't even realise she was kissing her until Shimoto pulled away. Makoto looked into her eyes but didn't see regret in them. She leaned forward and let the desires that had been building, control her actions.
End of Chapter 4
Ending notes: Well, that's all for chapter 4, what do you guys want to happen in chapter 5? I haven't a clue what's going to occur but we shall see. I'm very glad that things turned out better this chapter, don't think I could handle writing a depressing piece. Oh, I want to thank 'Shimoto' for that night. She was absolutely amazing, as per usual. ^_^ Hope she doesn't read that, aargh!