Disclaimer: I don't own these lovely characters, Naoko Takeuchi does.
A/N: So...I mentioned there was a possibility of me writing an M-rated oneshot. This was supposed to be it but somehow I can't seem to get any further with these two for this particular chapter so...I hope it doesn't disappoint too much.
Makoto handed the driver some bills and stepped out of the taxi in a hurry. Wordlessly, she took Ami's hand in her own and drew her towards the building. Makoto heard the driver exclaim, before calling out to her.
"Miss! Your change!"
"Keep it." Makoto's husky voice rang out in the night, sending a delicious frisson of excitement up Ami's spine. Her hand in the brunette's felt so very warm in the cool spring air. The tall woman led the way, footsteps sure and quick; Ami followed without complaint. After all, she was the one who started the trouble.
-x-x-x-
The ride back to the apartment was taking entirely too long, Makoto thought. Ami was beside her, tense, an expectant air about the blue haired woman. They sat in the backseat of a taxi, they did not touch at any point but they were close enough to feel heat emanating between their bodies. Makoto shifted, laying her hand closest to Ami flat on the seat in the space between them. She was thrilled when she felt Ami's palm slid atop hers. The thrill turned into a ribbon of heat that zipped straight into the pit of her stomach before spreading lower as Ami lightly traced erratic patterns over her skin. A puff of air slipped past her lips as the sensation elicited a shiver from Mako. Glancing at Ami, she found the woman looking straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to the fact her fingers slowly tortured Makoto. That-that minx!
Ami felt a surge of triumph when she detected an almost soundless gasp from the tall woman beside her but gave no indication of letting on. I really have to thank Minako when everything is over. Her advice has been invaluable so far. Her fingers continued to play over Mako's soft skin until the brunette grasped her hand in her own, stilling her fingers. She scooted closer to Ami until there was no room left between their shoulders and thighs. Surprised at the movement Ami stirred in her seat without moving away from the other woman. The shifting created a delightful friction which left them both breathing with some difficulty. Every breath she took in was redolent of Mako, the almost spicy scent a most heady mixture. It left her reeling. This is Makoto, she's never one to hold back. I'll have to go on the offensive.
Keeping up with the oblivious act, Ami shifted the leg that was currently mashed against Makoto. From her periphery she could tell the tall woman had an inquiring expression as she wondered what the heck Ami was doing. She noticed the exact moment Mako had the thought; the brunette's right eyebrow quirked up in the quizzical manner Ami usually saw on her face when confronted by a situation she could not comprehend. Ami was delighted at the expression, she always found it cute. She moved slowly, until her leg was slung over and in between Makoto's legs intimately. Their inner calves rubbed together every time the vehicle drove over any small bumps on the road.
Makoto found herself gulping like a fish out of water at the brazen move. This couldn't be Ami. This woman was aggressive and sensual, not shy and cute. At that moment the short haired woman looked at her and gave a slow smile with a hint of a smirk. There was definitely a suggestion there, Makoto thought. She wanted to kiss those lips, until that smile was replaced by bruised pink lips that called out her name while Ami's body bucked wildly under her. The vision combined with the car going over another bump made her lose her mind. The stroking of Ami's leg against her own shattered whatever little remained of Makoto's resolve. A low growl escaped her lips as she stared at the woman.
"What was that, Mako-chan?" The words were a low and throaty purr.
It took every ounce of willpower Makoto had to prevent herself from pushing Ami back into her seat and having her way with her. She felt the curious eyes of the driver in the rearview mirror and tried to calm rampaging hormones.
Clearing her throat, she replied, "Nothing."
-x-x-x-
The Ami from two weeks ago might have felt anxious at Makoto's gruffness now. But then again, the Ami from two weeks ago would not have teased the tall woman in the car the way she did tonight. It was exhilarating knowing Mako's behavior resulted from Ami's actions. How will she react when I really- Her thoughts were interrupted as a pair of lips latched onto hers and her eyes automatically drifted closed. All thoughts were replaced by the feeling of Makoto's strong body pressed against hers. One hot hand was placed on the small of Ami's back while another gripped her left shoulder lightly. Mako moaned deep in her throat and the vibration caused Ami to moan in response. A feverish feeling took over her body as Makoto's tongue flirted against her lips. It was driving her crazy. A persistent ache thrummed between her legs.
Makoto pulled away, her chest rose and fell with the effort of breathing. The smaller woman rested her head against the brunette's chest with the intention of catching her own breath as well. She could hear the pounding of Makoto's heart, it echoed her own. She made a conscious effort to regain her senses; if she was not careful Makoto would take charge and seduce her first. That just won't do. Looking around she noticed they were still standing in the entryway of the woman's apartment.
"Mako-chan..." Desire laced Ami's voice as she called out the woman's name.
Makoto shivered at the tone. But before they did anything else she had to make sure that this was what Ami wanted.
"Is-" The word came out a croak and Makoto tried again, "Are you sure, Ami?"
"Yes." The word was uttered with such surety it brooked no room for argument. Nor did Mako want to argue.
She placed a foot in front of the other, toe stepping on heel in order to slip out of her boots. Ami carefully stepped out of her heels. Taking the smaller woman's hand in her own they entered the living room. The brunette became immobile when she felt Ami's lips on her throat. Her pulse fluttered wildly at the feeling. She uttered a moan when her collarbone was nipped softly then licked.
"Ami..."
"I've been thinking about doing that all night." Ami looked up at her with a blush on her cheeks. Her words soft but clear.
She pulled Ami to her until there was no space left between their bodies. Bending her head she took Ami's face in her hands and kissed her thoroughly. Ami's mouth opened under hers willingly, her arms securing themselves around the tall woman's waist. A moan escaped and Makoto realized it came from her. The scent and taste of Ami made her blood rush and a feeling of urgency rose within her. In the midst of kissing her hands drifted to the smaller woman's shoulders. Her hands crept under Ami's wrap eager for the feel of soft skin under her fingers. Sensing Makoto's intent, the smaller woman broke the kiss and took a step back out of the brunette's reach.
Makoto was confused at the sudden loss of Ami. Worry about moving too fast began to etch into her features until Ami took her hand in her own and smiled at her reassuringly. The brunette noted how remarkable it was that Ami could set her at ease with a smile or a simple touch. Ami led the way this time and Makoto followed. The few steps from her living room to the bedroom gave the brunette enough time to try and control her libido. She didn't want to scare Ami by rushing, it was their first time after all.
Stopping at the foot of Makoto's bed, Ami turned to the tall woman. Ami shrugged and the wrap she wore over her shoulders slithered off in a cascade of blue to pile around her feet. Hungry green eyes devoured the exposed skin of Ami's shoulders and the graceful column of her neck.
Instinctively Makoto took a step forward, and Ami gulped, a soft word rushing past her lips.
"Wait," she repeated once again. Makoto paused so that the small woman could speak.
"Please...let me," Ami pleaded, blue eyes shyly imploring. Love shone through and the brunette understood the woman's request, there was no way she would turn it down.
Gently cupping the shorter woman's jaw, Makoto smiled and answered, "Yes." She perched on the edge of the bed and waited for Ami to come to her. She did not have to wait long. Gone was the blatant woman that slipped a leg in between hers in the taxi. Instead it was her shy but determined Ami that stood in front of her and Makoto would not have it any other way. For now, anyway.
All other thoughts disappeared when Ami slid her hands underneath the dark jacket Makoto wore, pushing the fabric off her shoulders. The tall woman extricated her arms from the sleeves, wanting to help. They both sighed in pleasure as Ami glided her hands over Makoto's silk covered arms before moving back up to her shoulders, lightly brushing the sides of the brunette's breasts as they traveled down to her waist.
Accustomed to tilting her head up to Makoto's, the short woman found it a pleasant change leaning in to brush her lips against the tall woman's. She did it several times, keeping the contact light. Makoto's body felt tense under her hands but she continued the assault of feathery kisses upon the seeking lips. Completely aware the taller woman wanted to deepen the kiss, Ami did not give in.
"...Tease." Mako muttered in between kisses.
Ami merely smiled in agreement.
Pale fingers danced up Makoto's torso without touching her breasts. They settled on the first button. Makoto's hands floated up from the bed where they previously lay to cover Ami's. Small shivers started at the base of her spine and spread outward all over her as her shirt slipped apart by small degrees. Cool air caressed her overheated skin but it was Ami's hot blue gaze on her exposed skin that gave reason for the tremors. She unceremoniously tugged the rest of her shirt out of the trousers in order to aid the small woman.
The brunette's hands resumed their position on the bed, and Makoto almost gave the impression of being relaxed. Almost. Her chest rose and fell, drawing Ami's attention to the lace covered mounds begging to be touched. Partially covered by the open shirt and her bra, Makoto's nipples peaked, waiting for the other woman's care. Blue eyes shadowy with desire drifted lower and landed on the brunette's stomach, the skin taut over tensed muscles. She licked her lips unconsciously at the delectable feast before her. Their eyes met again, Makoto's green, dark, and full of longing.
"Ami...touch me." The words were said in a low, guttural tone, "Please."
It was the voice that sent Ami to the edge but it was the added 'please' that pushed her over and into the abyss, unleashing whatever control she had until that moment.
The plea worked to Makoto's advantage when the shorter woman pushed her back onto the bed and fumbled with the brunette's belt and buttons. Impatience snatched her and she moved Ami's hand away and quickly undid the belt and her trouser buttons that lay below it. She lifted her hips and pushed the garment halfway down her thighs, Ami's hands met hers and took over by peeling the pants away from Makoto's legs. Clothed in only a bra and panty Makoto felt her skin tingle all over as the woman gazed heatedly upon her reclining form.
"I love you, Makoto." The serious words mirrored Ami's scrutiny. "I think I've loved you forever without realizing it. You've always protected me, and I've never felt so safe as when I am with you." She took a deep breath and continued, "Words fail me when it comes to describing how much you mean to me. So tonight, I want to show you."
Makoto felt her eyes water at the small woman's words but did not have a moment to reply as Ami climbed onto the bed, capturing her lips for a gentle kiss that proved too short for her taste. Her arms wound around the smaller woman above her, fusing their forms together. But as their bodies connected Makoto uttered a moan of disappointment.
Drawing her head back, Ami asked, "What is it?"
"Your dress is in the way, I want to feel your skin," Makoto said, an urgent tone layered under her husky voice.
"Unzip me..."
Makoto did just that before their mouths came together for another kiss. And another. "I love you, Ami." Kisses punctuated each individual word from the brunette. Ami pulled away long enough to step out of her dress leaving her clad in only panties. Clambering up onto the bed again, Ami settled her body onto Makoto's. There was no further need for words as the night moved on to make way for day.
-x-x-x-
"Whoa! Who knew Ami had it in her?" Mina wore a goofy grin underneath the binoculars she held to her eyes.
"Mina!" Rei scowled, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this!"
The two women were currently on the roof of the short building across the street from Makoto's apartment. Rei protested vehemently against a 'stakeout' as Mina called it but in the end her girlfriend won.
"Oh, come on, you're my girlfriend and senshi backup. You're supposed to help me out whenever the need arises." The blonde removed the binoculars and turned to Rei with a pitiful pout of her lips.
"We shouldn't be spying on our friends. This isn't right." The raven haired woman pointed out while trying to keep her temper in check.
"Don't be so stuck to the ground, Rei."
"It's 'stick in the mud', you-you blonde!" The shrine maiden yelled, at a loss for a proper insult for her girlfriend.
Mina ignored the outburst and brought the binoculars back up to her face. She gasped as the picture came into view again. "Oh, this is too good! I knew I should have brought popcorn!"
Rei felt the beginnings of curiosity stir and tamped it down. Hard. She yanked the equipment from Mina's eyes. "You've seen enough, obviously their date went well."
Mina smirked, "Don't you want to see how well?"
Unknown to Rei, Ami had taken Makoto's hand in her own, leading the way to the bedroom and effectively ending the 'show.' However, Mina was thoroughly enjoying the reactions Rei displayed so far.
"No!" Face red, Rei was embarrassed but adamant, "And if you keep insisting, no sex for two weeks!"
Mina was utterly horrified at the prospect. "Two weeks!" She wouldn't survive if Rei held out for two weeks. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Stakeout? What stakeout?" Her words tumbled out one after another as she took the binoculars from the miko and tossed it off the roof.
Rei's lips twitched as she held in her laughter. Only the threat of no sex would discourage Mina from her incorrigible behavior. Not that she meant it of course. There was no way she'd be able to hold back for two weeks either. But it was a handy trick to have on hand to keep Mina in line, she thought to herself as they transformed and hopped away to the shrine.
As they jumped from roof to roof, Mina paused beside her. "Oh Rei, guess what?"
"What?"
"I have some new 'battle armor,' It's red and lacy with little bows here and there."
There was a rush of longing and fire in the miko's eyes. "Race you to the shrine!"
Mina smirked as she admired the long legs of Rei, in her sailor fuku. The woman was already a good ten feet in front of her and quickly increasing the distance. Wicked giggles escaped the Senshi of Love's lips as she followed her girlfriend.
A/N: So, thank you everyone for reading, commenting, and adding this story to your favorites. I hope you enjoyed the ride and don't curse me too much for not giving much m-ratedness.
p.s. I already had that last bit written between Rei and Mina even before I knew what was going to happen with Makoto and Ami.