And here comes the sweet juicy lemony citrusy scene that everybody loves. Yes dear readers, this is the first lemon I have ever written about Ami and Makoto. Not only that, but the first yuri one. Trust me, I've written plenty of straight ship lemons but this, this actually matters. I tried my best on this and that's all I can say. Without further ado…

Woah, hold on. Because I must obey and respect all rules, I have to warn you this is only for mature audiences, nothing too extreme but if you're sensitive or...easily triggered(?) by this stuff then please, please, PLEASE do not read. Enjoy.

Now the all too familiar disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Makotricity

"Couldn't wait till we got back home, hmm?" With a childish grin the brunette continued. "You're cute even when you try to take the lead."

Sitting on top of her lap ,on the bridge passing out, was Ami. She kept eye contact while her body screamed at her to stop and breath. "You never make this easy." She managed out in little squeaks. "Throughout the whole meeting you kept trying to distract me!"

"You make it sound like a bad thing." Makoto put a hand on the other girls back. "I also don't recall you telling me to stop." That's where the genius faltered, sputtering out more squeaks and sounds. "But we're alone now, how about I make the fantasies in your mind come to life?" Her hand moved up her shirt as Ami shuddered underneath her touch. The brunette pulled her closer closing what little space they had between them.

It had taken them years to finally admit their feelings, and even more years to so much as hold hands. Now, they have lived long enough to be able to do more lecherous things to each other without hesitation. Well, at least Makoto could, Ami never did resist. She allowed her senshi of courage to do whatever she wanted with her body. It gave her more knowledge on how to please her girlfriend in the future, although she had yet to return the favor. In fact, the position they found themselves in was meant for Ami to attempt being dominant. But like always, Makoto was the top dog.

Said girl smiled at Ami. "You okay?"

It took a moment for the genius to notice she had completely blanked out. She went to wipe of a speck of drool remembering their past sessions. "Yeah, I was just lost in thought." Makoto still had her arms around her waist.

"How unfair of you to think of anything other than me."

"Well actually, I was thinking about you."

That wasn't enough to satisfy the brunette. "Oh? That makes me more jealous. Knowing you'd rather think of me in the past then me right now." Ami blushed a bright red shade, shaking her head. Makoto interrupted her. "I'll just have to get a hold of your attention." Makoto began to trail kisses along Ami's collar bone. The bluenette almost fell off of Makoto from the sudden action. Her head swung back in pure reflex.

With a still amused expression, Makoto slowly started to remove Ami's aqua colored skirt. They just so happened to be in their sailor outfits, reason being they had a meeting about some recent suspicious activity. Yet that didn't stop Makoto from teasing poor little Ami multiple times when the others weren't paying attention. In fact wearing their uniforms at times like these made Mako extra playful. Her lightning power was an extra weapon now. And no matter how much Ami protested, Makoto knew her lightning was the ice senshi's one weak point. There was an old saying Minako would always mess up. The quiet ones are always the freaks. Makoto agreed very much to that. She wasn't always the type to tease, in fact, she never did think about such lewd things in her whole life before she and Ami began dating.

"Now look who's blanking out."

Makoto grinned. "Don't worry, I was just thinking of what I wanted to do to you." Ami tried her best to not look at anything other than the girl under her. She knew exactly what Makoto was thinking about, butterflies filled the pit of her stomach. Something Mako liked to do was to shoot random bursts of lightning whenever Ami least expected it. And no matter how many times Makoto said it, Ami refused to admit it was her...what was the word...oh yes, fetish.

"Don't worry Ami. Everyone has their own ways of getting turned on. I'm just happy to know my lightning is what gets you off."

"You've got it wrong Mako! I was...I was just surprised, I swear! You suddenly shocked me!"

Makoto grinned then, "Electricity is known as a key source of power. It's only natural that it turned you on." She laughed.

"Mako!"

She ignored her girlfriend. "You're like a light switch! With a simple flick-" she zaps Ami. "-you get turned on."

She flushed a dark red. "S-stop saying that!"

"Then how about...charged up?" Ami blushes even more. "Full of Makotricity." She laughed at her own joke.

The bluenette had to fight off a smile. She knew somewhere in her mind that she did not like getting electrocuted by Makoto. Yet her body had thought the opposite.

A jolt of thunder brought her back to reality.

"Oh my, oh my. Thinking of past Mako again? I should up my game then."

It took Ami almost 3 seconds to realize her skirt was nowhere on her body. When she fully became aware it was too late. Lightning on her body was one thing...but lightning in was a completely different story. As soon as she felt Makoto's fingers she feared she'd accidentally freeze her hand midway in. Ami's whole body went completely red. How embarrassing would that be? Freezing your lover's hand while they were...

The bluenette didn't even finish her mental sentence when Makoto pressed her lips against her own. Before Ami could comprehend anything at all, her whole body arched forward feeling lightning everywhere in and out. It didn't take a genius to know that whatever was happening in her body was not safe at all. Even being Sailor Mercury couldn't stop the fact that she could actually die. From her insides frying or the immense pleasure she was feeling. Either way, she was going to die.

A dark smirk grew on the Makoto's face. "Don't deny Ami." Even as she said that in a sultry tone. Ami didn't flinch, she didn't get scared. Because only one emotion was in her at that moment. One emotion that could only be caused by Makoto.

No more words were necessary at that point. Even Ami couldn't argue anymore. Makotricity was all that filled her. And also a tad bit of worry. She was still scared of the thought of her dying and also the fact that she might freeze Makoto at any moment if she gets any more excited. But all useless emotions aside she was ready.

They locked lips with Ami's right arm wrapped around the brunette's neck. Her left hand was for,;y grasping Mako's chin, making sure she couldn't move away. Makoto continued her thunderstorm while her left hand played with Ami's hair. She continuously moaned into their kiss as Makoto zipped and zapped her in every part of her body.

With one final wave of lightning, the world exploded. Ami did everything in her power to keep from screaming, after all they were still in the Crystal Palace where guards patrolled at all times.

They stayed there. The only movement was the rising and falling of their chests. Their panting was all that filled the small room they sat in.

Ami fell almost limp into Mako's chest where she held her tightly.

"Sorry." She whispered. "Was it too much?"

"I-I'm not dead yet...that's a good sign." Makoto chuckled kissing the top of her ice sprites head.

"But seriously, you probably just made me handicapped. I might never be able to walk properly again."

The green cladded senshi grinned. "As an apology I'll carry you everywhere." Ami smiled.

"Oh, you'll have to do so much more than just that." She took a shaky breath. "We can talk about it later. I'm still in shock." That earned her a giggle.

"Still full of Makotricity?"

She let herself laugh and nod, even when it hurt. After experiencing that, there was no way she could disagree.