TITLE: The Pain of Love CONTENT: F/F relationship DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sailor Moon Authors Notes: A New chapter in Ami's POV. I noticed that this was starting to get depressing so this one is a little lighter and a little funnier….I hope so anyway. By the way, I am so sorry this chapter is so late. I lost the disk that I saved this on and there was no way I was going to type this all over again. I wouldn't even know where to start. I had to find it. Well, I found it. Yay me! It's not very good but oh well. I hope you enjoy. So…uh, here it is.

I'm drunk. That's strange. I've never been drunk before. I never drink, it's just not something I do. Well, not until now. These feelings for you are really starting to take its toll. I mean look at me! I'm drinking now, which isn't good. My mom's going to give me hell when she sees all of her missing alcohol for special occasions. But who cares. I know I don't! I'm drunk! How do you care about stuff when you're drunk?

As I look around I notice that the house is a mess. Stuff is thrown around, there are wet stains in the carpet, and there are bottles of sake on the floor. I don't even remember doing all of this or drinking that much. I don't care about it either. It feels like the best feeling in the world. I have never felt this way before. I'm always worrying about being perfect or about how someone thinks of me. I especially wonder about how you feel about me. I worry about the evil that wants to take over the earth that I have to defeat. However, right now, in this drunken moment, I don't have a care in the world.

I frown. It's hot in here! I unbutton my shirt to get a little air. Ahh, that's better.

I giggle and bring the bottle to my lips as to take another sip. I am horribly disappointed when I find out there is no more liquid in the bottle. Sighing with frustration, I try to get up to get another bottle. I'm on the floor, so this isn't easy.
To the best of my ability, I try to push myself off the floor with no luck. My arms are too wobbly. So, I try and push myself forward so I can be my hands and knees. I land flat on my face. I begin to laugh. I can't help it.

Pushing myself up onto my hands and knees I crawl to the couch. I start to laugh again. I'm crawling for goodness sake! When I reach the couch I try and use it to get up. Once on my feet I get a complete dizzy spell and fall back into the couch. 'Oh dear. Am I that wasted?' I wrinkle my nose to try and remember why I went through all of that to get up anyway. I shrug. Oh well, it was fun.

That's when I hear a knock at the door. Usually in this kind of situation my eyes would widen and I'd jump up and try to perfect myself. Especially if it was my mother at the door. However, right now, I am relaxed. I don't care what the person on the other side of that door thinks about my drunken state. That feels good.

I hear a louder knock. Its probably not the second knock probably the third. I know now that its not my mother. She's smart enough to have used the key by now. I feel as if I should answer the door but I'm too exhausted. I hear another knock that seems really persistent. I roll my eyes and say, "Coming!"

'Well, here we go again." Pushing my self up, I walk (although I wouldn't call what I did walking) to the door. I manage to bump into things on the way there too. It was funny. I couldn't stop laughing. I got louder with my laughing.

I finally reach the door and begin to turn the doorknob. When the door is open and I see you I can only grin and slur out the words, "Oh, hiya Makoto," before falling forward still laughing.

I feel you gather me into your arms and carry me. You smell so good. I wonder what that is you're wearing. I feel like going and buying it so that I can spray it on my wrists and smell you whenever I want. That would be nice.

You set me down on the couch and I am immediately disappointed that I do not feel the warmth of your body anymore. You do sit next to me though. I can at least still smell you which isn't at all unpleasant.

"Ami, tell me the truth now. Are you drunk?" I smile at you. I probably look rather goofy. I think its funny you would ask me that. I try to stand up so that I can pretend lecture you but that doesn't work. I fall right back into the couch. I finally manage a "No." which didn't come out nearly the way I wanted it too. I'm laughing. Acting serious, I ask you if I'm the type of person who would get drunk. I laugh again. I'm really not good at this sarcastic stuff am I?

You look pretty stunned and confused. Your so cute. You suddenly snap out of your confused state and reach forward to button up my shirt. My hands unconsciously reach up to stop you. I grab your wrists and I feel tingles everywhere. We are face to face, your emerald eyes staring at me. I tell you not to do that. You look confused. I lean forward close to your ear.

"It's too hot in here," I say. Your breathing is quick. I can feel the warmth of it on my cheek. Am I…seducing you? Unconsciously, I bring you hands to my abdomen. That's when you bolt off the couch as if something burned you.

"Ami, what are doing?" I'm not exactly sure. I think I was trying to seduce you, but I've never done that before. I wouldn't really know. I'm sure though that your talking about what I did with your hands. I stumble with my answer,
"I, well I…I don't know," I'm kind of upset right now. I'm worrying too much. This is exactly what I didn't want! So, I just say the first thing that comes to my head.

"I guess…I guess I just wanted you to touch me." I cover my mouth with my hands. I can't believe I said that. I start laughing and the next thing I know I am in your arms and you are carrying me to my room. You set me into my bed, and I let out a soft moan. I had no idea how exhausted my body was. My bed is way to comfortable right now.

You still smell excellent and your warmth is throughout the entire room. I can't help but smile. This is nice. "You know Makoto; I really like it when you put me to bed." My brain starts to receive very mischievous thoughts at this moment. I would love it if my thoughts came true.

But alas, you say "That's nice Ami now get some rest. You are going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning," And then you leave the room. I didn't realize how tired I was and I immediately fall asleep.

When I awaken, I have the most terrible headache that must have ever existed. 'Yup, the good feelings gone.' I try to sit up but my head pounds even harder. 'Good feeling is definitely gone.'

I just lay for a little while before I finally get the courage and the strength to get out of bed. I look at the clock. '7:30 a.m. Great! Couldn't I wake up later? Say, like, 6:00 p.m.' I grumpily begin to walk. 'I wasn't asleep for more than 3 hours was I? I bet it was this headache that woke me up. I've never been hung over before.' I really haven't and let me tell you, it is the worst experience I have ever had. My whole body aches.

That's when I remember. You put me to bed last night. Are you still here? My question is answered when I turn around and see you lying on the couch asleep. Wow. You look completely uncomfortable, but cute; really cute. Sexy even. And vulnerable…very vulnerable.

I have to catch myself. I can't be having naughty thoughts at a time like this. I go to get some water and some pills. I'm hoping it'll help.

After taking the pills, I walk over to where you are and kneel before the couch. I set my glass of water on the ground and concentrate on your face. It's twitching. I have to hold myself from laughing. I don't want to wake you up and I definitely don't want my head to start pounding again.

I wonder what you're dreaming about that's making your face twitch like that. Maybe your face always twitches like that when you sleep. I whisper softly, "Makoto."

You move around a little, take a big breath, and go still with sleep once again. I smile. "Makoto," I whisper again. "Do you always twitch like that when you sleep?"

I am surprised when you answer me.

"Mmm…" You mumble, "I don't know."

Are you awake? I poke your face. You move around a little and let out an annoyed grunt. Yup, you're definitely sleeping. I smile. What a nice time to mess with you. I move my face to where inches away from yours and I whisper,
"You look cute when you're asleep"

A grin comes over your face and you mumble thank you.

I giggle. I can't believe you talk in your sleep this is too priceless! I lean forward so that I can smell you better. This causes our cheeks to brush against each other and our breasts to touch. This, your scent, and the fact that your hands came up to rest on my back almost makes me pass out. I almost completely forget about my hangover because I am in so much ecstasy at this moment.

I have the sudden desire to kiss you. So I do. Our lips touch softly and tingles immediately travel up my spine. It is a short kiss because I don't have the guts to let it last any longer. I'm afraid you'll wake up like last time if I kiss you for too long. Of course I realize I'm too late because when I pull back and open my eyes I see your eyes staring right back at me. My eyes widen in shock. I can't believe I managed to get myself caught in this situation twice. Genius my ass!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Authors Notes:

I apologize once again. I feel like such a jerk for not updating for a long time and then coming back with such a crappy update after all that waiting. Well, anyway, I hoped someone like it. Review please. Critique. I know this one was really bad. Tips anyone?
Have a good one.