AN: Sexiness is afoot in this chapter. You've been warned!
Ami gasped, her breath hitching in her chest as her fingers dragged down Makoto's strong back. She arched beneath the woman and then curled into her, her hands moving to clutch and pull the taller woman closer. Her breath came in gasps now as she pressed her head against Makoto's shoulder.
The brunette's breathing did not differ from her own, her warm breath pulsing against her throat where Makoto's face was buried. Makoto's hip continued to slowly roll above her own, and Ami met her as their climaxes subsided.
Makoto braced herself up on her forearms as Ami relaxed fully beneath her, her head back as she tried to regain her breath. It was with great satisfaction that Makoto realized Ami's body was still humming beneath her.
Makoto trailed her lips over Ami's throat and the smaller woman moaned, her legs tightening around Makoto's once again. "Have I told you how much I enjoy waking up with you," Makoto asked in a whisper, her lips trailing up Ami's neck.
Ami shivered at the tone of Makoto's voice, her fingertips pressing into Makoto's back. "N-no, you haven't," she replied while Makoto teased her ear with her teeth.
Makoto smiled and nuzzled along Ami's jaw. "I enjoy waking up with you, very much."
Ami smiled and pushed against the Amazon, turning her onto her back. Leaning over the woman, she nuzzled along Makoto's throat. Her tongue darted out and she tasted the salt along the brunette's tanned skin. She shifted when she heard Makoto sigh, rolling slightly on top of her to get a better angle in which to bite at Makoto's neck and shoulder.
Makoto's legs shifted restlessly against Ami's own. "Don't start anything you don't plan on finishing, little girl," Makoto warned, a growl in her voice.
Ami moved to straddle Makoto's hips and pushed her down into the bed by her shoulders. The brunette smirked up at her. "Is that a challenge," Ami asked defiantly with a smile.
"Oh, someone thinks they're hot stuff cause they're on top, huh?" Makoto chuffed. "Just because you're on top doesn't mean you're in control."
"It doesn't," Ami asked. "Seems to work for you."
Makoto laughed and reached for Ami and the younger woman smacked her hands away. Makoto laughed again and Ami suppressed a giggle as they struggled to get the upper hand on one another.
Finally, Makoto sat up, surprising Ami as she did. She grabbed the blanket and pulled, moving up to rest against the headboard as she did so. The blanket pulled against Ami's back and she moved with Makoto. Finally, Makoto grabbed Ami around the waist with one strong arm and held her close. Her other hand moved between them, her fingertips teasing Ami's center.
Ami gasped, her hands moving to the headboard for support. She rocked her hips over Makoto's hand and the brunette let her set the pace as she kissed along Ami's collarbone. Makoto's arm that held her loosened and she caressed Ami along her spine before gently gripping her at the hip.
Makoto kissed the base of Ami's neck, gently biting her skin as she slid her fingers deeper. Ami shuddered, bringing one hand to tangle in auburn locks. Makoto glanced up at Ami and smiled, her hand moving faster and deeper.
"Will you come for me, Ami-chan," Makoto asked in a whisper.
Ami groaned and shut her eyes, her head falling to Makoto's shoulder as her hips rolled wildly over Makoto's hand.
Her climax was quick and as she came, she cried out Makoto's name. She clutched at Makoto's shoulders, the older woman holding her close as she came apart in her arms. She whimpered when Makoto pulled her hand away moments later.
Eyes still shut and her head still down, Ami gasped for breath cradled in Makoto's arms. She blushed furiously when she head Makoto lick her fingers clean. Ami peeked one eye open just as Makoto pulled her finger from her mouth and licked her lips. Green eyes looked her way, softened by gentle smile. Ami returned it, moving her head so she press it against Makoto.
Their eyes locked together, blue and green lost in each other. Makoto smiled again, bringing her hand up to gently caress along Ami's jaw. She tilted her head then and Ami met her, their lips coming together softly. They sighed into the kiss, both happily lost in the feel of the other.
The moment was broken by the alarm going off. Soft music began to play and reluctantly they both turned toward it. With a sigh, Makoto leaned over and shut it off. Turning her attention back to the smaller woman still straddling her, she smiled.
"Time to get up," she said softly.
"I guess so," Ami replied just as quietly.
Makoto's arms stayed around the bluenette and neither made a move to go. Makoto leaned in close and kissed the underside of Ami's jaw softly. Ami sighed and tilted her head, her fingers playing with Makoto's hair.
The Amazon's arms tightened around her and Ami returned the hug. Finally, Makoto released her and Ami moved from Makoto's lap and stood from the bed. Makoto followed suit, kissing Ami on top of her head. "I'll go make breakfast if you want to grab your shower first?"
Ami nodded and Makoto smiled, caressing Ami's cheek with the back of her fingers before picking up her discarded clothing from the night before, dressing, and heading downstairs.
"So, I was thinking," Makoto said as she flipped the eggs in the skillet. Ami sat at her usual spot at the bar, watching Makoto cook for them. The brunette looked up and saw Ami's eyebrows raised in question. "Why don't you invite your friends over for the evening? I talked to 'Zaki about it yesterday and he said he'd hold off on the party he usually has on Fridays if they want to come over. I'll make us dinner and we can either swim in the pool or head down to the beach afterwards."
Ami smiled. Her friends had been wanting to get to know Makoto since Ami had been spending all week with her. "I doubt there are any concrete plans. The twins usually don't make plans when they visit places like this. And if they do, they usually break them. They're too spontaneous" Ami giggled. "I'll text you and let you know?"
Makoto smiled and nodded, placing the eggs on a plate. "I'll stop at the store on the way home."
"And I'll drive over with them so you don't have to go out of your way," Ami offered.
Makoto smiled, her eyes falling back to the stove shyly. "You wouldn't be out of my way," she said softly
Ami blushed, her own demeanor shy as she grinned at the brunette who cracked a couple of more eggs into the frying pan.