The music at the party seemed louder than normal that night. Ami grimaced at the noise and, taking pills from her purse, and she swallowed two Tylenol. She took them with juice. She had forgone using any of the alcohol that was in the kitchen to mix it with.

Typically she would have added vodka and relaxed, but tonight she was in an off mood, and she didn't think her mindset and alcohol would mix well together.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see someone she didn't know. The stranger asked, "Can I have one?"

"You have a headache too?" She pulled out the pill bottle and opened it. "Here, you can have two. That's what I take."

The person was more than happy to down the pills, thanked her, and then walked away.

She turned again when she heard laughing. This time she knew the person; it was Zoisite, one of Usagi's boyfriend's friends. He said, "You're so cute. You didn't even realize that he thought you had ecstasy."

She scowled at him. "He'll be better served with the painkiller with all that alcohol he's drinking."

He raised his hands in submission. "I agree. I'm just letting you know what was actually happening there."

She sighed, "I didn't even think about it. I know not to accept any pills from someone, but I knew what I was giving out."

"Why were you taking painkillers?"

"It's loud."

"The alcohol doesn't help that?" He held up his glass while he asked.

She shook her head. "I'm not in the right mental space to drink tonight. If I do, I know I'll drink too much."

"Bad day?" He asked, concerned.

"No, I'm just generally frustrated right now."

"School work?" He then shook his head. "But that doesn't make sense. You get the highest grades in class."

"That's kinda the problem," she admitted. Suddenly she grew quiet and took a step back.

"Your face just showed you shutting down right now. What happened?"

The song changed, and somehow it sounded even louder. Ami winced, knowing it would add to her headache. She was surprised when Zoisite grabbed her hand and began leading her away. He found a door she noticed was locked, he jiggled the handle and kicked the bottom of the door, and suddenly it opened. He flipped on the lights and then led her down the stairs to an unfinished basement.

She was so relieved over how much quieter it was that she didn't even comment about the murder basement. Well, nothing screamed murder in it other than the fact that no one knew they were down there, and the party was so loud that no one would be able to hear her scream.

Once they made it down the stairs, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"And what if I don't want to talk to you about it?" she snapped at him, suddenly feeling exposed. She didn't like personal questions. And now that she was alone with him, his direct questions were harder to deflect.

He scratched the back of his head and said, "Yeah. I guess you don't owe me any answers. I was just concerned."

She blushed a deep red, and she was furious with herself over that. She hated showing her emotions against her will. "Why? No offense, but why do you even care?"

Ami was so glad she hadn't been drinking. A sexy man asking her about her day as if he cared would have made her putty in his hands.

It was Usagi and Mamoru, and their adorableness had gotten her thinking tonight. She wanted more in her day than just excelling at schoolwork. It didn't help that the man she wanted that relationship with was standing right in front of her.

He knit his brows and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I thought we had become friends. I guess I was wrong."

He turned abruptly and began leaving. Ami couldn't help herself. She wanted to stop him from walking away. She said, "I get amazing grades. But is that all there is to me? I've been wondering about that for almost a week now." She couldn't figure out how his walking away encouraged her to forget her pride, but it did.

He stopped, pivoted on his right heel, and faced her. "There's tons."

"That's not enough."

"Tons?" he asked, confused.

She shook her head. "No, a vague word that doesn't represent anything; that's not enough for me. I want to be someone like Usagi."

"How so?" he asked, intrigued.

"She lives her life to the fullest. I admire that."

Zoisite smiled kindly at her. "I've never met anyone who gets as much joy out of life as she does. She's been amazing for Mamoru. But my point is that I don't think anyone can live up to that standard."

He was speaking with her so earnestly and focusing his whole attention on her, and it was doing things to her. She couldn't figure out why she could feel her nipples and her core more. It almost felt, to her, like her body was waking up and demanding attention from him.

She frowned at her body's reaction and said, "And yet I always feel like I have to be the best at everything."

"You need to get over that."

She knew he wasn't the kind of man to criticize her, but it felt like that anyway. She felt defensive and like she had revealed too much of her past by accident. It made her snap and said, "Being the best at everything is the only way I ever got anyone's attention until I met Usagi!" She then blushed and added, "Oops. I didn't mean that." She realized she was still revealing too much of herself.

He sighed sadly and said, "I think you didn't mean to say that out loud. Please know whatever you say is safe with me. I won't tell anyone."

Ami curled in on herself a bit. "I actually didn't mean to say that. When I think about it… I don't like feeling that way, and I usually try to avoid that whole topic." She looked at her mostly empty glass of juice. "Maybe I should have gotten alcohol after all." She reached out and snatched his full glass, and took a sip.

He scowled at her and then took it back. "You never drink from a glass you didn't pour yourself!"

"One, you had no idea I'd take your drink. So unless you planned on drugging yourself, it's fine. Two, you're not some rando at a party. I know you."

"Your second point still sucks. Just because you know someone doesn't mean you can trust them. Most of the time, it's someone you know."

Ami nodded, "Fine, I'll concede to you on that one. But my first point still stands. You had no idea I would drink from that cup."

"True," he admitted. "Hey, if I drink out of the right spot, it's a bit like kissing." She knew he was teasing her, but just the thought of their lips touching made her warm.

She flushed and glanced down at her feet. "Sorry that I took your drink."

Zoisite nodded and took a drink. She couldn't tell if it was the same spot she had taken a sip from. She hoped it was. He then said, "So what else has you so upset at a party? The point of these things is to let loose and forget your concerns for a bit."

She laughed, "Mina would disagree with you." As always, she heard Mina's lecture before they all came to the party. Ami's included the command for her to kiss a few boys and report back. Both knew it wasn't going to happen.

"I'm afraid to ask what Mina would say." He admitted. "Although Kunzite is more than happy to take her advice."

"Ugh!" Ami complained, "You don't live with him like I live with Mina. That man denies her nothing, including…" she blushed.

"I can only imagine what she has him doing when they get alone."

"Not alone enough. We share a wall!" She wished her treacherous mind hadn't thought up things she had heard and made her think of Zoisite doing them to her.

She focused again when she heard him start to laugh. He then said, "Yeah, I bet you hear a lot of things that offend you."

She blinked at him in complete shock. Her mind skipped right over his obvious meaning. It being that he assumed she really didn't want to know about her friend's sex life. And that hearing a play-by-play through the wall would be awful.

She finished her juice and threw her cup at him. "Right, because the idea of sex is so offensive to me. You're right, and I never have desires!"

He backed up a step. "I just meant-"

She didn't let him finish, "That you see me as Usagi and Mina's nerdy friend! One who thinks boys are icky!"

"No! I mean, I don't think you are into hearing other people fuck!"

She drew back a half step and blushed. "Oh, well… Yeah... I-I'm not. Sorry."

He gave her a charming smile, "It's okay. It was just a misunderstanding. But, did you just throw your empty cup at me?" He teased her. As he did, he bent over, picked it up, stacked his cup inside of it, and held both.

"I did finish it first," she pointed out.

"And I appreciate that."

Ami rocked on her heels. "How did you know how to get the locked door open?" She was desperately trying to change the conversation away from her.

"Jadeite lived here two years ago. Figured the landlord never fixed that lock."

"Oh."

"Did you drive?" Zoisite asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hunh? Uh, no. Lita did."

He smirked, "She's scary as hell to ride with. I was in the car with her last weekend when we all moved from the arcade to Rei's place."

Ami knew just what he was talking about. "Aggressive kinda fits everything she does. You have to learn not to look out the window. As bad as she is, she's never gotten in an accident. She has pulled over and punched someone before, though. That time I just hid in my seat."

Zoisite burst out laughing. "That doesn't surprise me." He then seemed to abruptly change the subject. "I can take you home."

She groaned. "I want to leave, but if I go home already, Mina will kill me. She's 'insistent' about me having fun."

"She won't let you leave the party?"

"Ha! She'd absolutely be okay with me leaving the party. It would just have to be with a man."

"So what's the problem? I could take you home."

Ami rolled her eyes dramatically at him and stepped into his space. She then whispered, "Not that kind of 'with a man,' silly. You're not offering what she means."

She watched an odd expression cross his face, and then he swallowed hard. "So… um. That's a no?"

She spun away from him, unable to face him right now. "Like I said, that wasn't what you were offering." She was surprised by her momentary boldness.

"No, but…" he sighed loudly. "Um, I could."

Ami's back went stick straight, and she whipped around to look at him. She hadn't been drinking, but she was turned on just being around him. Still, it wasn't the offer she'd been hoping for. "Sound more reluctant about it, could you?" She mocked, hurt.

He fidgeted a bit and said, "I mean, come on, Ami, how slow do you have to be? I'm always searching you out and trying to be around you. It has to be embarrassingly obvious how I feel about you."

She shook her head quickly. "No. What? I don't understand."

He stepped into her space. "The thought of you leaving this party with any other man makes me sick."

"I've never left a party with any man. That was Mina's whole point."

"Oh, thank goodness!"

Ami was so nervous she was shaking. "You have feelings for me?"

"How could you possibly not know that? I've been so obvious about them, but you've been kind and let me down easy."

"When?" She asked abruptly. "When have I ever indicated that I wasn't interested?"

"All the time!" He said in frustration.

Wide-eyed, she looked at him. "But it's not true. I didn't know. If I did, I wouldn't be pushing you away." She felt equal parts excited and terrified. But tonight, in the mood she had been in, she pushed the frightened part of her away. After all, she wanted to really live.

"What?"

She stepped toward him and placed her hand on his chest. "I would have been drawing closer to you —so much closer." Her whole body was reacting to him. Desire was coursing through her.

He swallowed hard and said, "Do you want to leave the party?"

"Yes." She wanted this so badly. She was determined to ignore her inhibitions and be in the present with the man she wanted so badly.

Zoisite had the very sexy Ami in the passenger seat of his car, and he was having trouble concentrating on the road. She was always beautiful, but tonight she was downright dangerous to look at. She wore a blue mini-skirt and a white halter top that was a v-neck that plunged down, exposing most of her creamy breasts. The top was tied in the front and showed off her stomach. He wanted her more than he ever had before.

The lights from the cars danced over her body as they reflected off of her as they drove past. He couldn't help but look at her curves. He glanced and finally pulled his car over in a parallel parking spot.

"Where are we?" She asked.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly and tried to give himself to look out the front window. "I need to pull over for a minute. I'm having a hard time concentrating on the road." He wanted her so much.

He felt her take his hand from the steering wheel and pull it toward her. He was surprised when she rested it on her warm inner thigh. He massaged her there while his pants grew incredibly tight.

He heard her moan, and he looked over at her as he slid his hand up a bit further and fingered the edge of her panties. He was surprised at how excited she looked to be watching his hand as he touched her.

Ami moaned again and whispered. "You can touch me."

"I am."

She lightly shook her head. "I mean under my p-panties. You can touch me there."

He didn't need any more of an invitation from her. He slid his hand under her panties and found her wet folds. She reacted instantly by throwing her head back and moaning in pleasure.

Her actions were driving him wild. She was so bold and uninhibited in his car, of all places. Ami wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was fingering her in his vehicle.

"Ami, you're letting me finger you. Do you even understand how hot this is?" He flicked her clit, and she moaned again. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes. Please don't stop. I had no idea you wanted me. If I had known… Please touch me —more."

As he fingered her folds and played with her clit he said, "You like being fingered in my car, don't you?"

"Yes!"

He worked her pussy, playing with her clit, wanting to quickly get her off. He needed her to orgasm, but he didn't want to draw it out and have someone discover what they were doing. Zoisite wanted to be the only one to see her face when she found bliss.

Once she orgasmed, looking sexy as hell, he pulled back and licked his fingers, used the turn signal, and then pulled out of his parking space. "Time to get you to my place."

Ami arched her back and moaned out in contentment. "I can't wait."

He almost drove off the road when he saw her pull off her panties and tuck them in his glove box. He asked desperately, "What are you doing?"

"Living. I'm tired of being the same quiet-ol'-Ami. I don't want to be afraid to act on my desires. Is it weird?" she asked nervously.

He pulled into his parking space, reached between her spread thighs, and fingered her pussy. "Don't be afraid to act on your desires." He slid one finger into her and curled it. "What do you want?"

She spread her legs a bit wider for him. "I want the hot, brilliant man I know to fuck me."

He pulled his finger out and sucked it clean while she watched. Once he did, he hopped out of the car and then got her door for her. She got out, and he reached under her short skirt and grabbed her bare ass, and squeezed.

Both of them quickly made their way into the house. No one else was home, and he pinned her with his whole body to the front door once he closed and locked it. "Ami, can you feel how badly I want you?"

His hard cock was pressed against her core. "Yes. I'm so wet. I need you inside of me."

They both quickly made it to his room and pulled desperately at each other's clothes, getting each other naked quickly.

Ami then pulled a condom from her purse and tossed it at him. He tore it open, rolled it on, and then pressed her to the bed with his body. "Another time, and I'll have more patience for foreplay. I've wanted you for so long."

She grabbed his hair and, in a sexy demanding tone, said, "fuck me!"

He thrust into her, breaking her barrier. He looked at her questioningly, "what?"

"Virgin."

His eyes dilated even further, and he smirked, "fuck that's hot." He then set a steady rhythm driving himself into her tight pussy. "Feel good?"

"Yes! So good!" she screamed in pleasure. "More, please. I need…. Yes, yes, yes, yes!" She yelled in time with his thrusts.

Her curves were so soft, and she felt so good on his cock. All he could focus on was the need to take her until they were both screaming in bliss. He gave it to her hard and fast, building them both up. They orgasmed together, and they were left panting.

He kissed her shoulder, "I've wanted that for so long. It was better than I had imagined."

"Same. Was it weird?"

He made a point of showing her he was rolling his eyes at her. "If you're talking about me taking your virginity, it was damn amazing."

He then pressed her fully to her back and grabbed her breast. "I'm going to play with your boobs until I'm ready to go again."

She ran her fingertips lightly over his spine. "I'd like that. Sex is incredible."

He couldn't respond. His mouth was full of tit, and he was getting hard again.