-Truth or Dare: cold shower-
She had been unable to sleep well that night. Partly from the unfamiliar place, and partly from the awkward 'humm' she swore she heard from Mina's side of the room. Later when she did fall asleep, her dreams were filled with an unusual amount of passion. Not that it was unusual for her, but for the intensity of the... dream.
It had started between classes. Ami traveling from her locker after PE up to the second floor of the school, her favorite math class up next. Traffic down this hall was pretty much non-existent since Ami had did her best to cut out a little early. She walked in peace with her nose in her math book, going over the formulas in her head one last time before class. So she didn't notice the tall shadow lurking in the doorway to art room.
Something grabbed her arm, and jerked her sideways, Ami let out a yelp of surprise as her attacker spun her around dizzyingly. Her back finally banging to a supply locker.
"I see those dance lessons are paying off. You executed a perfect turn." The voice above her was deep and smooth, rumbling with appreciation.
Ami's eyes popped open, "Mako-chan?" She was immediately greeted by the sight of Makoto's full cleavage, and felt her face begin to burn. "Whats... wh." Ami cleared her throat, trying again. "Where are the rest of your clothes?" she squeaked.
"They don't matter now. Take this off." Mako demanded, tugging at the hem of her school jumper.
"What?! Wait, I don't think-"
"Exactly, stop it!" Mako's voice was husky with desire. Ami adjusted her glasses, and tried to move as little as possible. Keeping her eyes locked onto the swell of Mako's breasts. She was clearly nipping, and smelled of sweat and passion. Something that was quickly distracting the smaller genius from any thoughts more complicated then basic algebra.
"I've been thinking about you all day." Makoto continued beginning to pant, pinning the bookworm against the locker with her body. "It was a fluke of nature I make it through practice."
"Mm." She felt Makoto's hands slide down her hip and begin undoing the button that kept her skirt up.
"Mako-chan!" She gasped. The taller girl growled in response, and buried her face in Ami's neck.
Ami felt her legs turn to soup and would have dropped right then if it wasn't for the other girl holding her up. "Mako-chan stop." she whimpered.
"Why?" Makoto breathed in her ear causing Ami to quiver uncontrollably.
"What if someone walks in?" -Not her most convincing argument!- She heard the "zzrtt" of Velcro and her skit pooled around her ankles.
"Then I'll beat 'someone' within an inch of their life." Mako snarled, seeming to take as much pleasure in the idea as she did from the girl in front of her.
"Stop!" She placed both hands on Mako's hips and shoved her away. Closing her eyes and fighting desperately for control of her body.
"After last night I woul-"
"Last night was a mistake!" Ami practically shouted. There was a pause, Ami didn't dare open her eyes. She felt a strong hand pin her shoulder back against the locker, another grab her chest roughly, giving her only a moment to gasp before a mouth crashed over hers. Smoldering lips claiming her roughly.
She moaned into that mouth, and without consent from her brain, thrust her tongue into the other girls slippery opening. Something exploded in her chest and she began to melt under the kneading pressure. Eagerness overshadowing her logic.
Just outside she heard the conversations of the other students, making their way to the next round of classes. The bell would ring soon and a desperate kind of desire trickled through her body.
"If your not quiet, someone will hear you." Mako murmured hotly.
Somehow her arms were pinned above her head, her top completely gone. Mako drug her hand down Ami's back. Undoing her bra with a swift movement and continuing to dig her nails all the way down to her hip. Ami whimpered and squirmed, craving more, arching her back against the burning ache left behind by Mako's nails. She felt the other girl nibbling at her shoulder, pulling loose the straps of her bra with her teeth. Tracing a tingling necklace under her chin up her neck, down again, following her collarbone. She sighed and turned her head, cracking open her eyes just enough to watch her partners progress, kissing the crown of the brunettes head lovingly.
Ami felt the hand on her back sink lower to squeezes her ass through her panties, "Aahh-unh."
Mako stopped and returned to kissing her swollen lips. Slow, sultry kisses coaxing another breathy whine from the genius. Her need for the other girl growing with every second.
"That was cute, do it again." Mako whispered, her voice dark and thick. Ami didn't have a chance to respond before Mako squeezed her ass again, causing the bookworm to rise onto her toes and moan from the back of her throat. Mako captured the noise, muffling it with her own. Fingers twined with hers, somewhere above her head, then she broke the kiss, lungs burning for air.
Ami muttered incoherently as Mako placed featherlight kisses down her chest. Ignoring her aching breasts for now. Sinking lower, her hair tickling like lightning down the slender girls stomach and abdomen. Mako knelt before her, openly admiring her. Gentle hands touched over her waistband, pulling them down with a sort of reverence. Ami lowered her arms and watched her lover.
"Blue?" Came Mako's rich voice, surprisingly hesitant.
"Go ahead." Ami murmured sweetly. Shifting her weight slightly to give the other girl a better view. Mako licked her lips, then leaned forward. Electric pleasure exploded from Ami's crotch, as if the thunder Senshi had just hit her with a taste of her power. She gasped loudly, and felt a hand on her hip holding her steady. Ami pushed back against the locker, throwing her head back and losing herself in the pleasure. Her breath came quicker, short gasps now. She could feel the blood racing though her. Mako stopped and stood up again while Ami whimpered pitifully at the loss of that amazing contact, clinging desperately to the firm body that slid up against hers. A burning mouth trapped one of her hard nipples on the way up, and Ami bit her lip to keep from crying out. A sort of strangled noise escaping her throat.
"Blue? You OK?" Ami nodded breathing in and shuddering desperately.
She felt those elegant fingers again, brushing up against her most private place. "Ma-ko." She whimpered, her faint voice colored with hunger.
"Blue. Wake up!" Came Makoto's fierce whisper. Ami opened her eyes, feeling the throbbing of her heart in the tip of each extremity. Her eyes locked with Mako's, a grey/green in the darkness of the hotel room.
And suddenly Ami froze. Adrenaline washing through her body like ice.
Mako was above her, a worried look on her face, a hand on her hip, presumably to shake her awake. Ami could only stare glassy eyed, panic stiffening her limbs.
She felt Mako's gentle fingers brush aside a lock of hair from her brow. "You were making some pretty loud noises," Ami felt like she would die from embarrassment right then. "...Are you OK?"
Ami stammered something about a "nightmare" and exploded off the couch. Her still over-sensitized body not failing to notice as her arm and shoulder rubbed up against Mako's breasts in her wild rush to get up. Something warm trickled down her thigh as she bolted for the relative safety of the bathroom, still clutching the edge of the blanket to her tightly. She dropped it, aghast as she realized the front of her pajama top was partially unbuttoned.
She stripped in seconds flat, jumping recklessly into the shower. The cute, sticky fish and crabs on the bottom of the tub keeping her from a potentially disastrous fall. She slammed the lever on the shower over to cold, and jerked it back harshly. Doing her damnedest not to cry out at the shock of the cold water.
"Just breathe." she told herself. She tried to not to notice how badly she was shaking. 'It's the water.' She told herself. She could feel the slickness between her legs, made hotter by the chilly water that coursed down her abdomen. 'It's just a dream.' She assured herself. She squeezed off the empty pain she felt, swallowing her frustration. Instead tilting her face into the icy water and pretending she couldn't feel the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "It's just Mako." she told the cold spray.
Minutes later she stepped from the shower, clean of everything but a lingering memory. Using a fresh towel she scrubbed her body dry and hung it on a rack to dry. Methodically she collected her pale blue pajamas, redressing herself with the barest of sighs and opened the door. Warm summer air flowed around her, caressing her gently as she breathed it in. Throughly enjoying the simple pleasure of fresh sea air, even the stink of the beach front that signaled low tide.
Ami headed back toward the couch humming under her breath. The room was quiet except for the snores of the others. Serene.
Then she spotted Makoto. The tall girl standing uncertainly by the arm of the couch. Ami froze, her mood broken as the "what If" truck came barreling right toward her. Ami clasped her hands in front of her, finding a fascinating spot on the carpet. It looked like it had been a streak from something, tanning oil perhaps, and had apprently had set been allowed to set.... Mako had hugged her then. The "what If" truck vaporizing around them like a ghost as the other Senshi comforted her. Ami sighed and clutched at the front of the other girls night shirt without thinking, melting into the safety of the warm embrace.
"No more nightmares, OK? I'll watch you."
Ami nodded silently, and let herself be led to the couch. She saw the industrious tomboy had replaced the cushions and made a sort of nest out of the blankets. Even as Ami examined her work Makoto sat down, grasping the young genius by the hand, and pulled her down as well. Hugging her tightly once they had snuggled into comfortable positions Ami closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of Mako.... And soon slipped into a blissful sleep.
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Ami suspected Makoto had woken before her, but had let her continue napping. When they rose from the couch, they discovered a note from the others telling them the other girls had headed down to the volleyball courts to go "boy shopping". A hastily scribbled note at the bottom, from Usagi, had further informed the pair "they looked cute together".
They had quickly changed clothes and headed out the door when Ami found herself trapped in an elevator, with Mako, and without power.
