(A/N: Hi. Some of you may know me on the Discord forum or Tumblr. This will be for all of my M related fics, and primarily for my love for, and apparently headcannon of Usagi/Makoto as a couple. As this is a rare pairing, I may drop a few "Things TO Know" Tidbits, as my fics will not be in order, but they also don't necesarily follow a single timeline. I might try to create one as I being to post more, but we shall see. Enjo and please review! ~JE~)
Things to know:
A. Usa broke up with Mamoru
B. Usa/Mako in a serious relationship. They are not yet intimate, but getting there.
C. Haruka and Usagi are sisters
D. In a high-school boarding school for plot purposes
Words: 4,580
WARNINGS: Swearing and other Mature content. (Not super descriptive, but...Implications/innuendos are definitely there).
Usagi stormed into her dorm room, tossing her shopping bag on the chair, only to be met with a concerned looking Makoto. "I'm never going shopping with Haruka again!"
"Wait, hang on, back up. You got Haruka to go shopping with you? Like, in a mall?!"
"That's what you're focused on?"
"It was the first thing out of your mouth."
Usagi glared. "She was bored...That's where I went wrong, huh?"
Makoto gave a soft smile. "Yeah…"
Usagi sighed. "Still!"
Makoto rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's antics. "Why are you not shopping with her anymore?"
"She's probably laughing all the way home, still."
"Why is she making fun of you?"
"She says I'm still too naive, and that I couldn't have been that oblivious."
"About what?"
"She ruined a perfectly good store for me!"
"How?"
"She took me to the damn back." Usagi muttered
"Expand—" Makoto practically demanded.
"Poor choice of words Mako!"
"Then I need more detail…Like where in the mall you were."
It was like drinking something rancid "Spencer's."
"Oohhh! Get anything cute?"
"Makoto! Focus! Please?"
"You've been there dozens of times, with me and by yourself. Why has going in with 'Ruka soured you so?"
"I didn't know it was a sex shop!"
Makoto snorted. "I wouldn't exactly call that a—"
"Ever been to the back?"
"Well, no—"
"It counts. Well, at least according to me. Eww."
"What does Ruka say?"
"And I quote: 'This is tame by comparison to some of the others places that I've been to.' And she was proud!"
"Sex isn't something to be, and certainly isn't something that Haruka is ashamed of. And Usagi, sweetie, she's right."
"You knew?!"
"Of course I knew! (About the shop, not the fact that Haruka dragged you farther into the back - or that there even was a back area." Makoto grinned.
"Why didn't you tell me!?"
"Because if I did, then you'd stop going there, and you always manage to pick out the cutest little things..."
"How is it legal that anyone under 21 can go in there?!"
"Are you really upset at their lack of age restriction or with what 'Ruka told you?"
"Shut up."
"The latter, thought so."
"Haruka is hysterical because now she dragged me into the back of one. — Don't you dare laugh, or you can forget cuddles for a week— And it's finals week. We both don't need to be deprived.."
Makoto bit her bottom lip very hard. She couldn't quite keep the smile off her face or humor out of her eyes, as she nodded. But her shoulders did shake.
"Mako! You're supposed to be on my side here!"
"Usa, I am. But to a degree, Haruka does have a point…"
"I mean they draw you in with cute little shirts. Innocent t-shirts!"
"And you're telling me you didn't see the more...adult themed stuff? Which I know you can't say no to at least noticing, because and I quote, Gross! Why would anyone wear those?'
"I didn't know it was an actual shop!" Usagi attempted to defend herself.
"Ya know, Usa, the more you deny it, the more—"
"Yeah yeah, yeah. Haruka already beat you to it."
"What else did you see?"
"What didn't I see? She showed me wayyyy too much!"
Makoto bit her lip hard again, having to turn her head away.
"Like, I didn't dare ask her, but why do people use some of that stuff!? Is it really supposed to do that?"
"Well...From what I do know (thanks or not to Mina), it's so people, primarily couples who are in loving relationships, feel pleasure."
"Sex is disgusting."
Another snort. "And you know this how? Last I checked, we have been dating for a solid year and a half, and you've never slept with Mamoru. Anything I need to know?"
"What?! No! I swear—"
"Usa, chill. I'm teasing."
Makoto secretly loved the fact that the embarrassment to Usagi's face has honestly not left.
"Besides, I think it's only disgusting because neither of us has experience with it yet. According to Mina—"
"Can we avoid she and Haruka for a while?"
"No. We can't. But we can do a few other things..." Makoto said.
"Mako!"
Makoto gave a cheeky grin.
"Aren't you even a little interested?" Makoto asked.
"W-with you? Well, yeah. Sure. But...But are we ready? I mean yes, we essentially share a bed, fall asleep together, and make-out heavily, but never…"
"Usagi, where's this coming from? There's no pressure. I'm perfectly happy where we are."
"You're not bored?"
"Are you?"
"No. But I feel like…" Usagi sighed, fumbling with the bottom hem of her shirt, before looking back at Makoto who looked at her patiently.
Usagi tugged at her hair, beginning to pace.
"How honest can I be here?"
"Who are you talking to?"
"It's why I'm asking."
"Usagi."
"Fine." Usagi chewed inside her cheek.
"I feel like i'm always catching up to you."
"What? Usa, what are you talking about? I'm no more experienced or advanced I guess, than you are. Hell you had a millennia of experience ahead of me, literally."
"Of which I only remember in pieces, and not that stuff, and it's not like i'm bringing that into the future."
"Usagi...You seriously feel that I'm waiting for you to catch up to me?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because you're so confident, and that's not just your personality."
"Usagi? You know the times where we sit on the kitchen floor, in front of the oven (conveniently while baking brownies or cookies), and are snuggling under a blanket pretending it's a fireplace?"
"Yeah, what about them?"
"Those are my favorite moments lately."
"Really? Why?"
"Because I have you in my arms. And because the world, the prospect of a future between the two of us doesn't seem as scary."
"Y-you're scared of the future?"
"A little, sure. I mean, we're going off to college soon. I'm so grateful we're going to the same one. But sweetie, I'm under the same pressures you are."
"Am I-"
"No. Not from you. What I mean is, that I'm getting the same pressures from our friends. Who are we dating, when, how often are we seeing them, have we kissed have we held hands, have we cuddled, made out, had sex yet? If so, how often and how kinky?"
"Who asks you that?! Haruka?!" Usagi looked offended, upset, angry, and protective.
"Nope, Mina. And then I get statistics from Ami!"
Usagi's jaw dropped. "No…."
"Yeah."
"You're kidding!"
"I'm serious."
"Wow."
"Tell me about it. But my point is, you might be getting flack from 'Ruka (but she's like...a secret Mina buried deep deep down, and only a select few - Michiru, Hotaru, and you can see all of that). So while she is like all of us combined, lovesick, and immature as sin, you're not alone. To be fair, the others are probably getting pressured themselves. It's high school for goodness sake. High school sucks, no matter where you are."
Usagi nodded. She took Makoto into her arms, placing a soft kiss to her lips. "I...I had no idea. Makoto, I'm sorry."
"Never with you, but with them, sometimes ya gotta fake it to make it. Tell them what they want to hear, just so they finally leave you alone. I've never spread rumors about us, but i'll drop a ploy here and there. It's just enough to get them to shut up, but not be able to look more into it, even if they tried. And it's not your fault at all. Why do you think I'm so content right now? Honestly, I'm not sure I want to move forward yet. Well, maybe not until summer."
"Why summer?"
"Because the decrease in clothing is a much more natural occurrence."
They both smiled before bursting out in giggles.
"Okay, so let's stay where we are until summer. Maybe step it up then?"
"Maybe." Makoto replied, kissing Usagi's temple.
They stood there, perfectly content.
"So, did you buy anything?" Mako asked.
"You really can't focus today, can you?"
"I love you." Maktoo said.
"I love you too. And I did, until 'Ruka dragged me to the back. Then I didn't feel so good. But she gave me a bag after she disappeared for like 5 damn minutes and left me all alone. So whatever shirt I was going to get, I think she got me anyway. She gave me a bag."
Makoto kept the face neutral, but the implications in her head were vastly different, purely because it was Haruka.
"I want to see what shirt you got."
"How-"
"Usa, whenever you're in there, you always get a t-shirt."
"Fine." Usagi left her arms to go get her shopping bag.
She pulled out the t-shirt.
"What the hell? What did she put in here?" Usagi asked absently, as she unrolled the t-shirt.
'HARUKA!" Usagi half-shrieked, half-shouted, completely mortified, while Makoto couldn't help but double over in embarassed hysterics, as there was not one, but two t-shirts that wrapped around three different items.
Two little notes were attached. "Usa: this is for when Mako is away. Mako, this one is yours, just in case. This is for the both of you, ya know, in case you both might miss an ex boyfriend or two, without getting back with them or getting too kinky. ;-D ~Haruka~"
The first t-shirt that was on the inside was the one Usagi was looking to buy. Light pink with green sparkles, and red lips that said 'Kiss Me.' The one Haruka had purchased also had a note and said something quite different, even if it ended with the word 'me.'. "Self-explanatory. Free to use after the yes, and without caution. Nothing needed underneath. Dare to be bare.'
Usagi crumpled the extra shirt; the three extra items still on the floor. She was not about to touch those, instead kicking them all under the couch with her foot.
Makoto was turning colors with laughter, as Usagi threw a couch pillow at her.
Summer arrived rather quickly.
Makoto often lightly teased Usagi about Spencer's.
It still got a rise out of Usagi, much to Usagi's dismay.
Makoto was going on a month-long internship.
They had increased their intimacy some, discarding shirts, and making out heavily
But they were both comfortable. It fit them.
With Makoto's last night before an afternoon flight, while they weren't intimate, they were able to discard one more layer.
And they realized they were more comfortable seeing each other in their underwear and bra than they initially thought. It was the summer after all and really, what was the difference between that and bikinis?
Two days in, Usagi was missing her terribly, but she was fine. She curled up on the couch and watched TV.
A knock on her door sounded.
Opening it, she found a nondescript box at her feet, addressed to her.
Usagi smiled, rolling her eyes. "Mako...You know if you just write them down more, you'll be able to make this anytime you want…"
She took it to the coffee table, and opened it.
"What the…" Usagi's eyebrows furrowed.
It was bright and pink, but not cupcakes.
Usagi hesitantly pulled back the tissue paper.
"Dammit, Haruka!" Before pushing the box away as if it burned.
She whipped out her communicator.
"Hiya kitten. What's up?"
"NOT FUNNY!"
"What's not funny?"
"You're little 'gift'"
"My gift? How do you know it wasn't from Makoto?"
"Oh, bullshit Haruka! Come on!"
Haruka laughed, hanging up. Usagi vaguely heard something about her using carefully for the first time.
Usagi rubbed her face.
How was she going to get rid of this? It's not like she had any real good tape, to tape it back together and make sure no one dared to open it again.
At least she had a permanent marker to scribble out her name and address.
Seeing no tasteful way to toss the gift, Usagi found a drawer that she knew Makoto never used or would look in and tossed it there.
Two days later, another gift arrived.
It certainly smelled pretty.
"Oohh. Mako yay! You must have found me a new body wash or perfume you like." Usagi said to herself.
Opening the box again she took out the pretty cented bottles.
"Flirty Flowers, intensifying lu-"
'HARUKA!'
Haruka dubbed over laughing as Usagi's furious face came over the communicator.
This was the best week ever!
In the drawer it went.
After another two days, and receiving a third 'gift.' that went straight into the drawer with the other two, Usagi demanded to know what was going on.
"You're not enjoy-
"Cut the crap, 'Ruka! Stop sending me this! It will never get used. I can't figure out where to return it; if it's even accepted, and I can't toss it without people being suspicious! I don't want that on my or my girlfriend's reputation!"
"There's nothing wrong-"
"I don't care, 'Ruka! I don't want rumors about my private life!"
"We if you just sleep-"
"STOP SENDING ME STUFF!"
"Okay, okay…" Haruka said as Usagi hung up.
Over the next two weeks mre gifts were received.
But so were legit gifts on the road form Makoto.
But, because the labels were all typed, Usagi simply put them all together in the drawer she quite frankly wanted to burn.
Luckily, Makoto never sent her food through the mail so there was nothing to spoil.
Daring to investigate the latest 'gift' Haruka had sent, Using found a phone number.
"Yes, I'm inquiring how to return unopened, unused items, and I keep receiving unwanted packings from your store. How do I stop that?"
"Name and address?"
Usagi sighed, providing the information.
"Ah, you are one of our VIP's. Newlyweds. Initially you are to receive packages every few days, then it will space out a bit more to once or twice a week."
"I'd like to cancel entirely, return items if at all possible, and take my name and address off and out of your system, please. Now."
"Yes ma'am. I just need your email address/username and your authentication code. As for returns, once the box itself is opened, i'm sorry, we have a no refund policy. I apologize."
"I...I don't know..I don't know at all because I didn't set this up."
"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to speak with the person who did, and then we can help you."
"But I don't want the things you're sending me. I'm the person receiving the item, and I'm asking you to please stop sending them to my address."
"I'm sorry we can't do that until we have the information ma'am."
"Thank you."
Hanging up she sighed in frustration. "Stupid customer service my ass."
"Tenoh, what the fuck is the email and code I need to stop this nonsense."
"I can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
"Because you'll thank me later."
"Not anytime soon."
"Still. No."
"Haruka, what part of 'I don't want this' don't you understand."
"Oh you will."
"Haruka. I'm serious. This is embarrassing."
"Nope. Not gonna give you the info."
"I can't even return it!"
"Again, you'll thank me."
"No I won't! What if Mako finds this stuff? I don't want her thinking…"
"Thinking what? That you miss her like crazy."
"No, I don't want her thinking that either of us want more than where we are right now. I don't want her to feel pressured."
"Do you want more than where you are?"
"That's not the topic here. Work with me, please? Take me off the damn subscription list. I . Don't. Want. It."
"Yeah, okay, Usa. Sure."
Usagi groaned, hanging up.
Later that night, Makoto called Usagi.
"I miss you."
"I miss you too, Mako"
"You okay? You seem upset."
"I'm fine. My sister is just being a pain in the ass tenfold while you're gone."
"I'm sorry. Hey, did you get the special edition manga I sent you? I sent it, and it arrived like a few days ago, but I've heard nothing from you."
"What?" Usagi asked, her face surprised then reddening in embarrassment and annoyance. "Hang on, be right back."
Makoto was amused yet rather curious as she heard a string of curses through earbuds, as off-screen she heard Usagi open a number of boxes before squealing in delight at the one she wanted to open.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! OMG I love it. I'm gonna read it tonight before bed."
"What else were you opening? Clearly not Amazon."
"No, it's part of why I'm mad at Haruka. But it's seriously not worth mentioning."
"If you're sure."
"I am."
"You didn't get the photo I sent over too, did you?"
Usagi let her head drop. "Be right back again. WIsh I saw that too…"
Another two boxes later and Usagi found it.
"Just how many things is 'Ruka sending you?"
"Too much."
"Why?"
"Because she can, and she thinks it's the funniest thing in the word."
"Want me to talk to her?"
"No. I'm fine. I've got it handled but thank you. And I love the photo. I'm going to frame it for you, okay?"
"Please do. I'll be home in two more weeks."
Usagi shared at Makoto through the screen. Her face blushed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Makoto blushed back.
"Oh...Just thinking."
"About?"
"The last day you were home. How we spent it at the beach, and never really got out of our bikinis."
"Usa…" Maktoo blushed hard. That what's easy to do. Maktoo instinctively looked around in her empty hotel room as a reflex even, just to make sure no one was around.
"Can I admit to something about that?" Mako asked quietly.
"Sure."
"I really liked that.. It was really, very nice."
Usagi felt her body shudder, and just hoped Makoto didn't notice.
"I did too."
"Can't wait to hold you like that in my arms again."
Usagi didn't hide her deep blush. "Me either."
"I should go...It's late."
"Me too. I love you."
"I love you too."
Giving each other one last glance, they ended their video chat.
Usagi stood, and glanced at the haphazard drawer that had reopened after she slammed it shut the 2nd time around.
Her first, original 'gift' stared at her. She knew it was mocking her.
She shook her head, and went into the bedroom.
Laying on her bed, Usagi stared at the ceiling.
Her dreams had been more intense lately; about her; about she and Makoto.
She remembered their last day together, when they had come from the beach; Makoto tanned, while Usagi burned, desite using sunscreen.
How they (well according to Makoto that she and Usagi felt the same); how hot they both looked; the smell of salty air and sand, while the water was still glistening on their skin from wet hair…
How they made out heavily, with Usagi initially wanting to sit on their couch, but Mako surprised her when she took her to their room.
Usagi thought they were going to sit on their bed, but Makoto pivoted and took her to their bathroom, placing her on the countertop.
As her hands tricked lightly to her sides, Usagi squeaked in surprise. They were featherlight, but that's exactly what made them tickle.
Giggling, it was Usagi who asked that Makoto caress her thighs.
Usagi's body pulsed as Makoto repeated the action, and Usagi felt herself wanting more, but was unwilling to ask Makoto yet.
In a searing kiss that left Usagi breathless, Makoto asked if Usagi could do the same.
Usagi received a low toned moan of her name, and it felt like music to her ears.
Usagi hsd a soft smile to her face, shaking her head of the memory. She wondered what it might be like when \Makoto got home.
She really wanted to call Mkao right now, and talk about what they could do.
Makoto was just so pretty, and her touch was amazing. Usagi gasped as her body jerked. She bit her bottom lip, slightly embarrassed by her own reactions to her thoughts.
But her touch, her eyes, her voice-her stomach?
Usagi groaned as she realized her stomach was growling.
Apparently the stress of all the gifts Usagi was receiving, and with Makoto not home, Usagi was off her own good routine, that Makoto strived to keep her on simply to make her stomach feel better from all the terrible junk food she used to eat.
Sighing, Usagi got up to see what there was to eat.
Nothing really appetizing, but she found some yogurt, a protein shake and fruit.
Too focused on getting a spoon, Usagi cursed harshly at ramming her shin on the open drawer that she forgot to close from earlier.
The yogurt, protein shake, and fruit all spilled. After cleaning it, she had to toss it.
She aat down on the floor to inspect her shin. Yeah, she was gonna bruise, and she scraped a light layer of skin off, but it would be fine.
Usagi thought about them in the kitchen in their bikinis, making out like their lives depended on it.
She loved being in Makoto's tall, strong embrace, smelling her perfume that just got her senses going, and her voice.
How Usagi Tsukino was in love with Makoto Kino's voice.
Another soft smile, as her body jerked again.
Usagi rested her head against the cabinet, as she got lost in the beach memory again.
Makoto's soft fingers swept up her inner thigh, causing her to gasp and giggle, and Makoto giggled too. The more Mkao would repeat the action, the more Usagi found herself almost demanding more.
Everything was so warm, and pulsed. Usagi could swear she heard her heartbeat in her ears; it was that loud.
God she really, really, really wanted Makoto to do that again when she got home. Maybe even go farther?
Usagi's eyes refocused softly, as her head had rolled to one side in her little happy fantasy.
Right to the drawere that she still hasn't managed to close, even after she injured herself over it.
The bright pink gift stared straight back at her, still mocking her, cruelly so.
Usagi thought of Makoto and her body jerked again, as she then kept looking back between the gift and her thighs.
But Mako...
With her body jerking a third time, Usagi used the countertop above her and the floor below her to stand, as she peered down into the open drawer.
Swallowing hard, she dared to pick it up, but just as soon dropped it back into the drawer with a yelp as it activated, even with the slightest of pressures.
Usagi took a few deep breath, calming her own nerves. She curled and flexed her fingers to rid herself of the sensation.
"I'm going to kill Haruka." She muttered to herself. "After Makoto-" Usagi bit the bottom of her lip again, as the rush of pushing warmth sidetracked her once again.
And stared straight at the taunting device, glancing over the instructions...
Usagi returned to the drawer, and finally managed to shut it closed, and keep it closed before heading into the shower.
Usagi chewed her bottom lip as she got out of the shower. Her mind was still swirling.
Haruka would never know about this if Usagi could help it.
At some point between kisses, Usagi asked Makoto how her tour went.
Usagi didn't pick her up from the airport, but greeted her in a bikini.
Makoto was more than happy to match as close as she could.
They took each other in hungrily. A month away was hell for both of them.
Soft moans and whimpers escaped both of them.
"Usa?" Mako whispered, ravishing her neck, as Usagi clutched her close, having made it to their room..
"What?" She asked breathlessly.
"I...I want to do more...I want to kiss more...I want…" Mkoto glanced down over Usagi's body with a small smile. "If you-"
"You do?"
"Yeah. I realized over the last month that I'm going crazy without you, without your kisses, without your touch, or looking into your eyes."
Makoto felt Usagi's body shudder agasint hers.
"Do-" Usagi plunged Makoto into another kiss before she could finish her question, as she wrapped one of her legs around Makoto's hip, with Usagi letting out a deep moan as she did so.
Usagi's body jerked as she felt one of Makoto's hands settle on her hips.
"Mako...Mako caress me..Please?"
"Thighs?" Mako whispered.
"God yes."
"Mako…" Usagi cried out breathlessly,, as all she wanted to do was increase the feeling.
Usagi thought a few moments, before pulling Makoto to the bathroom, and hoping on the countertop, before taking Makoto into another kiss.
"Caress me again?"
"Someone was busy with her thoughts while I was away…" Makoto mused.
"Shh.." Usagi kissed Makoto's neck.
Makoto complied, resulting in a jerk and a mona from Usagi.
"Again? Keep going?" Usagi asked.
They ended up exploring each other in the shower before they staggered to bed, only briefly bothering with a towel between the two of them.
Makoto laughed at Usaig's excitement and Usagi fell more in love with Makoto with Makoto's words.
"You are so much better than anything Haruka has sent me…" Usagi breathlessly said.
"Oh?" Makoto mused, letting Usagi rest agasint her.
Usagi blushed.
"You-"
"I missed you...and it mocked me…I...I don't know what else to do. My feelings were too intense and you weren't here." Usagi rested her forehead agasint Makoto's neck.
Makoto smiled, as her hand ran through Usagi's hair. "No judgment here. I get it."
"You do?"
Makoto nodded, but did not expand on her answer.
"I think this is what she wanted Usa."
"What? You mean to tell me that she purposely subscribed us to this stuff to get us here? "
Makoto nodded.
"Fuck, she won."
Makoto laughed. "What are you talking about?"
"2 weeks ago I heard she and Mina taking bets on something but I don't know what it was. Ugh! Why did she do that!?"
"You're complaining?"
"Not at the end result." Usagi placed a kiss to Mako's lips. "I'm complaining about the way she went about it. Not only did she bet on us, she subscribed to me to receive...items regularly. I couldn't return them!"
"To be fair, she did get both of us to try a few new things, reluctantly or otherwise."
Usagi still wore a look of 'why' on her face.
Makoto thought on it, but went with the easier answer. "Because she's a ball buster, Usa. I don't know."
"I find it incredibly ironic, you know."
"What?"
"That we call her that."
"Why?"
"Because not only does she not have any, but has never been with a man to even know. Not that I know any better either, but..."
"For her, that we know of. "
"Mako, she and Michi are eternal. There's no way."
"FIne. But, if nothing else, we did end up here."
"I think we would have ended up here anyway." Usagi commented, her bright blue eyes looking up at Makoto's green ones.
Makoto chuckled. "I suppose so. So, what else did Haruka send?"...
The End.
(A/N: Please review! ~JE~)