Chapter 3: Kino and Mizuno POV

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Makoto Kino stood in her kitchen. She was currently making Ami's some mini sandwiches. "Ames, where'd you put the pepper?" she shouted from the kitchen to the living room where the studious girl was. "With the rest of the spices! It's to the right of the parsley." Was the soft reply. Makoto sweat dropped. "She's been alphabetizing my spices again…" As she reached up to the shelf, a pair of slender arms wrapped around her waist. "I heard that.." Ami mumbled, faking a pout. "Aw… Sorry Ami." The brunette replied then paused. "What ever can I do to be worthy of your forgiveness?"

The bluenette smirked and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I'm sure you'll think of something." Kino shuddered and swirled around, surprising her lover. She swiftly picked her up and walked quickly to their bedroom. Throwing her down on the queen sized bed, Makoto began ravishing her girlfriend in kisses.

Slowly, Mako began to unbutton the usually shy girl's shirt-

-Ring-

-What!" the brunette screamed in frustration. "Answer it love…" Ami replied, gasping lightly.

-Ring-

"Let the machine get it..." Makoto huffed the continued with her trail of slow kisses. "M..Mako… You don't have the machine… You smashed it last time this happened.. Remember?" Ami whispered.

-Ring-

"Hello? Mizuno and Kino's place, who is it?" the brunette hissed. "Be nice Mako!" Ami whispered to the fuming girl. There was a pause on the other end, then "Makoto? Are you and Ami rooming too?" it was Usagi. "Gah! Usa, uh… rooming? Yeah, I guess you could call it that. Heh … what's up?" Jupiter asked, trying to sound cool, while Ami tried to muffle her laughter. Another pause, "I'm just having a get together with the rest of the senshi, wanna come? It's for thanksgiving."

"Ames… What's thanksgiving?" Makoto asked awkwardly. Turning to face her love though, she almost burst into a fit of laughter. Ami Mizuno was propped up on the head board of the bed, hair a mess; shirt unbuttoned, and glasses on the brim of her nose. She was obviously becoming quite impatient, and was tapping her index finger on her left thigh. Ami raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend and spoke.

"Thanksgiving, or Thanksgiving Day (Nicknamed: Turkey Day Día del Pavo and called El Día de Acción de Gracias by Spanish-speaking Latinos in the U.S.), is an annual holiday celebrated in much of North America, generally observed as an expression of gratitude, usually to God. The most common view of its origin is that it was to give thanks to God for the bounty of the autumn harvest….."

Ami stopped when Makoto raised a finger at her and whispered, "I think she fell asleep. But I get it now thanks." "USAGI! Wake up you lazy bum!" she shouted into the phone. "Ahhh! Makoto I'm awake!" The blonde replied. "Anyway, it sounds fun so count us in.. I'll bring some side dished as well!" the cook exclaimed with joy. "You remember where I live right?" Usagi asked. "Yep, see you Friday Usagi." The brunette replied.

"Bye!"

-Click-

Makoto turned back to her lover. "Now… where were we?" she purred. Ami grinned and the Amazon like girl pounced on the bed.

No… Sorry, that's the end folks… Sorry to burst your bubbles… -cackles evilly- Anywhoo… I hope you liked it... Please review? –is still on auto-puppy face