She fussed around in her kitchen to calm down, and then sat herself down with a cup of cocoa, and waited for the click of the lock that would announce Motoki's return.
She hadn't waited for that so much ever before.
Finally, he was there, and she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"I'm so glad you're home!" she said. "You wouldn't believe what happened!"
"Calm down, Mako-chan, and tell me..."
His gaze fell on the living-room.
"What's that?" he squealed. "Guy on the couch... clothes on the floor...huh?"
"Minako," said Makoto hurriedly. "She found out Jadeite has cheated on Rei with Ami's mum and beat him up."
"That's Jadeite?"
"His human form. Or what Minako left of it."
"And why is he here, and his clothes are there?"
"I was foolish enough to think that would be better than out in the street. I thought she'd just spank him, symbolically. I had no idea she'd go totally spare on him! And to make good, I offered Jadeite the couch. He didn't look like he could go far."
She looked at him anxiously. "You believe me, Motoki, right? You won't think I'd do that to Jadeite ever?"
"Of course I believe you, Mako-chan... now why don't you go and make me a cup of that wonderful cocoa I smell... I think I could use one..."
Makoto fled to the kitchen, grateful she could do something.
Motoki walked over to the couch, lifted the blanket, startled and let out a whistle.
He put the blanket back around Jadeite again with care, took the turtle stuffie that Makoto had sewn him for their anniversary and lifted Jadeite head up, so he could put it under.
Makoto watched him with a mixture of pride and fear.
He's so sweet, she thought. But what will he think of me now?
Motoki sat down at the dining-table.
"Remember me never to cross Minako-chan," he said with a shudder. "Wow, I guess she still loves Rei very much if she can do that to a rival."
"Believe it or not, Jadeite provoked her to do it," sighed Makoto and gave him his cocoa. "She didn't exactly plan this, she thought she'd just punch him, but he was so disgusting when we cornered him..."
Motoki laughed.
Makoto was astonished, she hadn't expected this to amuse him.
"Jadeite and Minako, eh?" he said and laughed again. "They must be out of their minds!"
"Oh, absolutely. And you should have seen him when it got too much for him. He just got more disgusting. If I hadn't shoved her out of the door, she would have... I don't know."
"So you've been there and saw it all?" asked Motoki, and Makoto blushed.
"Yes, and I will regret it as long as I live. It was so horrible, Motoki-kun. I was there to stand guard... so to say... to keep things civil..."
"Looks pretty civil to me... I realized his wrists haven't got marks..."
"Yeah, he just took it all."
"'What an idiot."
"Oh yes."
They sat together at the dining table, the sleeping Jadeite in view.
"I knew about him before I met him," said Motoki, deep in memories, a smile on his face. "You know, when Nephikichi-kun was new at Crown, one day a bee strayed in, he shooed her away, she panicked, she stung him, and all hell broke loose. "Something stung me, something stung me, oh no, Jadeite, help me!"
He later denied he'd ever mentioned him, and after Jadeite came over to see him one day, I kind of understood, because he was the kind of brat that makes a shopkeeper very very nervous, you know, that kind of customer you hope to get rid of very soon. Very unlike he is today, really, he has changed."
"Yes, he has. But he's still a brat."
Motoki grinned. "I guess some things never change. But I like him. Do you know what he does? I once mentioned how boring it is in the afternoons, when there is little business. Since then, he sometimes comes over just for a cup of coffee at that time. He's so funny, he always says, Don't get ideas, Motoki, I'm just here for the turtle."
Makoto smiled.
"I hope you really don't get ideas," she said jokingly.
Motoki shot her an indignant look. "How often do I have to tell you that I am not into blondes?"
He chuckled at her startled reaction, and she smiled back, feeling relieved.
"Sorry, Motoki," she murmured and reached over the table for his hand.
Motoki shook his head the way he did it when something really baffled him.
"But really, that guy... he looks so innocent, I heard he was sneaky, but this is just too much... just look at him... Minako-chan is mad at him because he seduced Ami's mum, and she's so angry at him she wants to punch him - ooh, I wonder who could have inspired her to that one, eh? - and he seduces her right away! I bet tomorrow morning she'll come to her senses and realize it. Oh-oh.. Maybe Jadeite should stay away from her for a while."
"Seduce her?" repeated Makoto with big eyes. "But they didn't have sex. She just hit him."
"Makoto," said Motoki and took both her hands. "I know you are a good woman, but sometimes you are too good... could it be that there are certain bad and naughty things you don't know much about?"
Makoto stared at him open-mouthed. "You mean..."
Motoki sighed. "I love you, Mako-chan. Yes, I mean..."
"But then... if I was involved in that... does it mean I cheated on you?"
"Could be..." said Motoki hesitating.
"Oh Motoki-kun, I'm so sorry..."
"And I'm really really upset about it," he said with a pout that was so exaggerated that it made Makoto smile.
"Mako-chan, you should do something about it," he continued, with the same mocking hurt tone. "I don't want to loose you to him! We must make up again! Immediately!"
Makoto chuckled. "Yes, we should make up, and it had better be real good."
She climbed on the table, and crawled over to Motoki who suddenly realized that her tshirt was a lot lower cut than he had thought it was.
Makoto grinned.
"I can't believe you had coffee with him. I want a kiss for every cup of it!"
All she got was one tiny peck.
"That's all?"
"That was just the espresso. But he drinks all kinds of coffee..."
And now Makoto got a good introduction into Crown's coffee assortment. She was certain he'd made up at least half of it. She loved his food jokes.
Motoki joined her on the table, and they started to undress each other, going through more coffees. With a grin, Motoki presented a condom and put it on.
"Cocoa-flavored," he said.
"Really?"
"No, but wait till I dip it in my mug!"
"Oh no, you won't!" squealed Makoto and pretended to hit him. Not all of his food jokes were good ones. "Don't spoil good food."
"I wasn't intending to let it go to waste," he grinned, but Makoto laughed and climbed on his lap.
"No more games today," she said. "All my patience has been used up already. I just want to feel you in me, Motoki-kun."
Motoki nodded. If she looked at him that way, all he could do was nod.
Makoto came closer and slowly took him in from above. Motoki always felt bad about this cold start, but sometimes Makoto was so impatient that she'd rather take some rough thrusts than wait until she was ready, and the noises she made went straight to his guts.
They picked up a slow rhythm, just enough to make Makoto more excited and more relaxed at the same time.
A slight creak made Makoto freeze.
"We'd better leave the table alone," she said. "That's my favourite table, it's so hard to find one that's high enough."
"You can have the couch," offered Jadeite.
Makoto and Motoki flinched and turned around.
Jadeite had opened his eyes and smirked at them. The couch offered a very good view of the dining-table.
"Jadeite!" hissed Makoto disgusted, jumped off Motoki and then off the table, and hastily put on her t-shirt again. Unfortunately, her pants had landed half-way between her and the couch, so she just wrapped a kitchen towel around her hips.
"Now, Jadeite, please," said Motoki reproachfully. "You could have pretended to sleep. No, stay there, you can have the couch. We'll go to bed."
"Can I watch?" Jadeite asked expectantly.
"No!" - "No!" Makoto and Motoki yelled.
"Hey, you watched me and Minako too," complained Jadeite. "I want compensation. I don't have to watch. I could make myself useful."
"No!" - "No!"
Makoto came over to the couch and kneeled before him.
"I'm really sorry, Jadeite. I didn't want to be in that. I didn't know Minako would be so extreme. But this is me and Motoki making up over it. You can't be in there."
"Do I get a kiss at least?"
"Okay, one kiss."
"Make it two," grinned Jadeite. "One for each time Motoki kissed me."
"What?"
"That was before your time," said Motoki blushing. "And I did not kiss him. I was kissed by him, and I so wasn't into him."
"Threw me into Nephrite's cleaning bucket," sulked Jadeite. "Twice."
Makoto laughed and kissed him twice. He had the decency to keep his tongue with himself. Actually, he was very sweet, kissing her slightly back. At least sometimes, he seemed to know what was better for him.
"You stay on the couch, Jadeite, and tomorrow, if you have behaved all night, I'll make you breakfast. How about that?"
Jadeite seemed to like that.
"Hey, it's your day off tomorrow, didn't you want to take breakfast with me?" asked Motoki.
"That's the point," said Makoto and smiled. "You wouldn't want me to have breakfast with him when you're not home, right?"
And especially, I wouldn't want you to leave me alone with him. It only took him two minutes to switch off Minako's common sense and self-restraint... she looked down at him, almost a stranger with brown hair and brown eyes, but she knew the smile around the corners of his mouth, the mouth that she had just kissed. She glanced at the marks on his face... what a stupid guy... she sighed and combed a strand of hair out of his face.
She startled when Motoki suddenly embraced her from behind, tightly, impatient, his erection pressed up against her back, his breath in her ears.
"Mako-chan, if you absolutely can't separate from him, my goodness, then keep him... I can't wait any longer!"
His hot kisses took posession of her neck, his every movement making her more aware of the place she wanted his erection to go right now...
She would have protested, but Jadeite already closed her mouth with a kiss.
There weren't many things Makoto was afraid of. Jadeite usually wasn't one of them, with his innocent blue eyes that always looked a bit scared or confused. Tonight though...
This wasn't a nice kiss like the ones he had given her before. This one was rough and demanding, matching Motoki's heated mouth on her neck and shoulders, hitting her with just as much desire, and a challenging note that Motoki didn't possess.
If only there weren't Motoki's moans in her ears... his hands on her... his mouth.. his hard desire... the thought of him being in her again...
She should have walked away, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she knew that Makoto would never walk away from Motoki. And Jupiter would never walk away from a challenge of an old enemy.
So, although he scared her, she let Jadeite kiss her deeper, let his tongue enter her mouth in hungry angry eagerness, and let him pull her down with him.
He let out a loud moan of pain into her mouth when his back touched the couch again, and while Makoto became goosebumps of that and kissed him back hard to hear it again, Motoki couldn't resist the opening that was presented to him all that sudden, and slid into her, realizing with relief and excitement how ready she was now.
He had never gone in so fast and confident before, he suddenly had all the strong presence that she needed today, and gave her a series of slow thrusts that she couldn't get deep enough into her.
With Jadeite's hand on the back of her head to keep their mouths from parting, Makoto started to move with Motoki, excited by the new kinds of moaning sounds she could hear from him. She had never loved him not looking at him, he had never gone in without her hand guiding him. Today, everything happened like it couldn't be different, he made love to her acting like he knew exactly what she wanted, and she wanted him more than she had wanted him ever before, him, the right one.
The wrong one still kissed her, held her, and now let his free hand run up her thigh. He wasn't very subtle, aiming right for her hot wet womanhood that seemed to vibrate through half her body.
She expected a rough touch at her clit and let out a surprised sound, but Jadeite was in for something else. His fingertips just brushed over her sweet spots and then moved to the point where Motoki pushed into her, and there they stayed and spied on them.
Makoto suddenly became overly aware of Motoki's hardness, how much he widened her, how wet her skin and hair was there, how exposed and embarassed it made her, and how untolerably, unspeakably much she wanted Jadeite to touch her everywhere in her most private places.
But no matter how desperately she kissed him, no matter how she tried to move herself into his touch, he just wouldn't do it. She wanted gentle strokes, and soft nudges, and she wanted him to explore her and find and exploit her secrets, drive her insane... nothing... yet... only his fingers teasing the entrance that Motoki already owned.
But she could feel how the force of his kisses softened, and how he started to fall into Motoki's rhythm.
So he thought he'd get away with that? Whimpering all those yelps of pain and extasy into her kisses and then fade out of it without finishing his job?
Oh, no. He wouldn't.
Makoto pulled the blanket back with a quick, determined movement and closed a firm hand around Jadeite's exposed manhood.
"M-Makoto," stuttered Motoki, and for a moment lost his rhythm. But then Jadeite's fingers finally, finally, started to move, and Makoto's hand started to move as well, and Makoto's hips claimed the man thing that was hers this night as much as Motoki's, with a firm grip of her internal muscles around his wonderful stem of joy.
Motoki's breath became ragged, his moans desperate, but she knew he could still hold out for a while like this.
Jadeite under her sweetened by the second. His kisses were still firm, but passionate and joyful, the movements of his fingers was speaking of bliss, and his eyes had become glassy.
Makoto teased him in any way she possibly knew, her hand working him as if she always had known him, always keeping him beneath that point of no return, always stalling his excitement at a point where he couldn't take it any more, but wasn't able to come either. He moaned in lust, moved with her hand, wiggled in despair, moaned from the pain in his wounds it caused him, but no matter how painful it was, he couldn't stop himself from moving into her touch, begging for more.
At the same time, Jadeite dug into her secrets, mercilessly pushing her into extasy over and over again, and Motoki could see very well what she was doing to Jadeite and moaned over it worse than Jadeite, never letting his hard and reassuring thrusts stop, even if the grip of her muscles around his hard member should have driven him insane long ago.
It was then when it dawned on Makoto that tonight, she could have everything from them...
She slowed them both and broke the kiss with Jadeite for the first time.
"Jadeite," she whispered. "You do it with boys, too, right?"
"Yeah," breathed Jadeite.
"Mako-chan?" squealed Motoki, but she didn't answer him. Her eyes stayed fixed on Jadeite's eyes that were clouded with lust.
"I want Motoki to take me like a boy," she said to Jadeite. "But we haven't done that before. Can you help us?"
"Mako-chan!" gasped Motoki. Now she turned round to him.
"You said you wanted to..."
"Yes, but..."
That gaze of hers again... he just could nod.
"So, Motoki..." said Jadeite with a grin that was almost a smirk. "Do you want to learn it on Jupiter? Or do you want some practise on me? Or should I take you first?"
"Jadeite!" said Makoto shocked.
"Wh... nh... eh..." stuttered Motoki. For a second the thought of taking Jadeite first shot a firework of sensations into his guts. The thought of submitting to this naughty boy and let him fuck him was even worse... short-circuiting his brain... but there was something more primal, and more deeply rooted into him, that made him clutch his woman and pull her towards him.
"Her!" he breathed with a hoarse voice, and a bright smile shone up on her face as she turned to him and kissed him.
Jadeite's face lit up when he watched them. Sometimes, when he could afford it, he was a hopeless romantic and a young, passionate and loving couple was just getting to his head and filled his stomach with warmth like wine.
"And you, Makoto?" he asked. "How do you want it? Sweet and romantic, or hard and horny?"
"All," said Makoto. "All that at the same time."
Jadeite grinned. "All right. Motoki, you are the luckiest guy I've ever seen for having this woman love you, I hope you are aware of that."
"Hmmm... I admit that the thought has crossed my mind..."
Wow, did he get kissed today.
"This couch is too small for all of us. We need the floor," said Jadeite. "Extra soft carpet, I see you have been thinking about this place before."
"Not just thinking, Jado," said Motoki and beamed at him.
Jado chuckled. He tried to get up, but sank back with a yell of pain. He cursed, and then a lime green light filled the room for a moment.
"What, you can transform?" wondered Makoto.
"Yeah, but I'm going to regret it tomorrow that I interrupted the healing spell. Or probably not, coming to think of it."
He smirked at them. He hadn't bothered to include the uniform into the transformation, and when he got up, this time without pain, only stiffer than usual, they saw the slashes were still there.
"Will you be okay, Jado?" asked Motoki nervously.
"You bet. But this is not about me, Motoki-kun. This is about you guys. Come here, we better start or I swear I'll lick you both to death, you're too adorable."