Ami knocked three times on the door to the apartment where Zoisite lived. He was her lab partner for their pre-med chemistry class, and they agreed to meet at Zoisite's place. Ami knew he lived there with three of his four closest friends; one of them, Mamoru, lived with his girlfriend, Usagi.

He answered the door, and she stepped in, slipping off her shoes and putting on the guest slippers. She smiled when she noticed a pair of pink bunny slippers lying there. She figured they must have been for Usagi when she and Mamoru visited his friends.

"The guys are all gone to various places, but I figured we could still work on the report in my room. That way, we won't get interrupted when they come home," Zoisite said, leading her through the apartment. While that was all true, he mostly wanted her alone in his bedroom.

Ami liked the place. It was masculine without looking like it was breaking any health codes. It was surprisingly neat. "Nice place."

"Shocked?" He asked, smiling over his shoulder at her as they walked.

Ami blushed, "It's cleaner than I usually see a guy's apartment."

"Want a glass of water?" He asked, pausing by the clean kitchen.

"Um… don't be offended, but what do you all do if you just drink water from a glass?"

He cocked his head and said, "I don't understand the question. We wash it… is there something I'm missing?"

She shook her head. "I've learned to ask from personal experience. I once visited a house full of guys I'm friends with. Once was the only time. I had a drink of water, and when I was done, I asked where the dish soap was, and they said not to bother. I was confused, and they explained that when they all drank water out of a glass, they just put it back —all of them. It was super traumatic."

"We've never been that gross, but we're even cleaner than we used to be. Nephrite is dating a chef, and she keeps the kitchen spotless. We could practically pass all the health codes."

"I'd love a glass of water," she said. "Sorry to make it into a big thing, but I'm not making that mistake again."

Zoisite pointed at an open door and said, "That's my room. Head on in, and I'll grab us some water."

Ami headed into his room and dropped her bag by the low table where his books were placed. She next looked around. Again, the room was masculine and without being messy. His bed was even made nicely with matching sheets and a pillow.

She sank down onto the floor and leaned against his bed, letting her head flop back into it. She let out a long sigh and tried to release the tension from her body. It wasn't working.

Listening to the clink of glasses and hearing the water turn on wasn't helping her stay calm. Ami was full of anticipation for their study session. They were supposed to be working on their lab report, which she had completed before she came over. It wasn't the chance to study that got her over there. It was the chance to be near Zoisite.

Zoisite walked into the room carrying two glasses of water when he came to a full stop. Ami was there, her head leaning back on his bed with her eyes closed and her legs tailor-style while wearing a skirt.

He made his way to the low table and placed the water glasses down. He tried but failed to stop looking at her creamy spread thighs. Zoisite was surprised she didn't sit up and open her eyes when the glasses clinked against the table.

With her eyes still shut, Ami said, "Thank you for the water."

"Tired?" He asked, still looking at her legs. Her skirt was covering her, but just barely. He wondered what would happen if she shifted enough —would he be able to see her panties? He was honest with himself when he admitted that he really wanted to.

She let out a long sigh. "No. Not tired. I'm just gathering my thoughts." And she was. Ami was thinking about how soon was too soon to try to get him to have sex with her.

Their lab sessions had become tortuous to her. She knew he flirted with her, but he never crossed any lines where she felt she could press for more, no matter how much she wanted to. For the longest time, she wondered if he was just a flirt in general.

Then, she became friends with Usagi, who was not shy about sharing her opinions of Mamoru's friends. She explained that she liked them all and never said anything that she hadn't already said to their face. For her, that was all the reason she needed to speak her mind.

Usagi tended to like everyone and assume the best motives behind their actions, but she was honest. Ami quickly learned "Usagi speak" when she thought someone was a jerk. When asked about them, she shrugged and said she didn't know them, which meant she didn't know anything about them that she could compliment or praise.

Their conversations clearly revealed Usagi's opinion on Zoisite. He was intelligent, incredibly loyal, and very reserved around others, especially women.

Ami trusted Usagi, and since his being quiet didn't fit what she knew about Zoisite, she hoped he treated her differently than other women. If that was true, it meant he wasn't a flirt in the general sense.

Zoisite sat down at the table to her right and tucked his legs under the table. "Pleasant thoughts?" he asked and then took a sip of his water, trying to distract himself from her sexy legs.

She opened her eyes, sat up, and shifted, tucking her legs together to the side. "They are, but I have a bit of a puzzle to figure out." She gave him a sweet smile. "But I like a puzzle, and I'll solve it —don't worry." The puzzle she was pondering was how to get him naked and in bed with her today.

Having no idea what she was talking about, he made a noncommittal noise and said, "You're smart. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

She frowned, "My brain isn't the key to this puzzle, but thanks for the compliment."

"Okaaaay," he didn't know what else to say. Since he was now casting around for a topic, he said the first thing that came to mind was, "I hear you've become friends with Usagi."

Ami smiled at that statement. "Yeah. She's the kindest person I've ever met. Mamoru is a lucky guy."

Zoisite chucked, "No kidding. Before her, he was just a quiet bookworm who studied constantly."

She frowned, "That sounds like me now. You say that like it's a bad thing," she said, scowling.

"It's me now, too," he replied. "But he took it to another level. You're quiet, but you don't come off as antisocial. He was that in spades."

She let her irritation slip away. "I'm not antisocial, but-"

"People are intimidated by your intelligence and tend to stay away from you? I know because I lived it, too. It's why I have difficulty talking to people who aren't my friends."

She blushed and said, "You didn't have a hard time talking to me."

"Honestly, I also do well with transactional relationships, and that's what lab partners have. We work together to achieve a goal. Then, one day, I realized I wasn't having any trouble talking to you outside of class. We'd become friends —at least to me."

"We are friends," she confirmed. She wanted to be a lot more than that, but she felt things were moving in a positive direction.

Zoisite felt ridiculously pleased that she thought they were friends. Ami was kind and brilliant, and she had captured his complete attention.

He watched as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He thought she looked cute. "Ami, I'm glad you feel that way too. Ummm… we have some people over on Friday. Usagi is one of them; would you like to join us? It's nothing special, just us all hanging out."

"I'd like that." He didn't know why she blushed, but he knew it drove him crazy. She looked so beautiful, with a blush covering her cheeks.

"Should we work on the lab report?" He didn't know what else to say, so he hoped that having something to do in front of them would make the conversation flow. Asking her to come over on Friday had been his main goal, and she had already agreed to come.

Ami moved and stretched her legs under the table, and her legs pressed against his. Warmth traveled through Zoisite's whole body. He was surprised when she didn't pull away and left her legs touching his.

He clenched his fist under the table to force himself not to show any reaction, but he didn't pull away. He left his legs pressed against hers and wished he hadn't changed before she came over. He had been wearing shorts, and if he still were, her bare legs would be touching his bare legs. He wanted skin-to-skin contact.

Ami pulled out her laptop, and it flipped open. She then signed in and showed him her progress in the lab report. "Go ahead and let me know if any changes need to be made."

He pulled her laptop toward him, reading and scrolling through her finished report. He spent eight minutes reading it, and the whole time, he was distracted by her legs still touching his. "You completed it. I thought the point was to work on it together."

"Do I need to make any changes?"

"No, it's perfect." He frowned at the laptop, "It's completely done. You didn't have to do all the work for me."

She chuckled, "You did most of the lab work today. I just took notes and assisted a few times. I hate not feeling like I'm doing at least half the work."

Raising his eyes from the screen and looking at her, he said, "You could have emailed me this and saved yourself the trip over."

Ami moved her legs and rubbed them against Zoisite's legs. "True. But I wanted to come over." She took her laptop back and quickly submitted the assignment. "Done. Now that's out of the way."

Zoisite swallowed hard. He knew he sucked at reading women, but she was touching him. Surely, that meant something. The problem was his brain couldn't process the idea that sexy Ami, the woman of his desires, could mean anything physical about it.

"What now?" He asked, unsure of what to do after his reason for inviting her had just been submitted to their professor.

She rubbed her legs against his again. "Can I stay?"

"Yes," he said, very sure he didn't want her to leave.

Ami wished the table wasn't in the way. He was sitting to her right, but the corner and one table leg were in between them. But she was a problem solver, so she tucked her legs underneath her and moved around the edge to his side of the table.

Kneeling in front of him, she placed one slender hand on his chest and looked at him with wide doe eyes. He hadn't moved away from her; pressing her legs against his, she tried to act bold. "Can we kiss?"

Zoisite was very sure kissing sounded like an amazing idea to him. He nodded and watched, and she brought her lips to his and kissed him, opening her mouth to him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and plundered her. He next reached behind her and pulled her to him, her hand still on his chest.

They kissed desperately, not ceasing as they let passion take over and lost themselves to the experience of the sensual kiss together. "Ami," he breathed as they parted for air. They were both clinging to each other by now.

"Zoisite," she sighed back.

He loved the way his name sounded on her lips. Especially the lips that he had kissed so thoroughly. Still, it wasn't enough. He kissed her again, instantly deepening the kiss and pressing their bodies together.

Ami loved the way he kissed her. It sent fire through her veins, but mostly, it showed her he wanted her, too. The way he kissed screamed of passion and desire.

She moved and straddled him, her skirt riding up, and she pressed her core to his cock. She was relieved to feel how hard he was.

Grabbing her butt, Zoisite gripped her and pressed her to rub against him harder. He loved the feeling of her rubbing against his hard cock.

"I want..." she moaned as he bucked his hips, thrusting his member against her. "I need this." Ami then pressed his shoulders back until he lay on the carpet with her on top of him, straddling him.

He reached down and pulled her panties aside, and fingered her pussy. "You do need this, don't you? Your greedy pussy is all wet. It's demanding. I'll give you some relief. It wants my cock."

She was so relieved. He made her puzzle easy to solve by being all for her idea. She was glad. Now, she just needed him naked and sweaty.

He pinched her clit and grabbed her boob. Ami arched her back and moaned in pleasure. She said, "So greedy it needs more."

Zoisite pushed two fingers into her tight cunt. As he did, he groaned over how achingly hard his cock was. "I will give you anything your body desires."

"Sex," she moaned as he pumped his fingers in her. "I want sex."

"Fuck, Ami, so do I!"

She rode his fingers and said, "Fuck, Ami is right! Have my body."

He pulled his fingers from her and looked her in the eye. "I need you naked on my bed."

She quickly moved off of him and started pulling off her clothes. He then ripped back the covers on his previously made bed and then worked his shirt off. As he did, he watched her strip. Once she was naked, he raked his eyes over her body and pulled off his pants and boxers.

"Lay down," he demanded while his eyes burned with desire.

She lay on the bed, and he pulled her legs apart. She didn't resist, but he didn't allow her time to comply either. As he pressed her knees wide to the bed, he leaned down and licked her pussy. "Your juices are so sweet, and you're so wet, Ami. I'm going to eat you all up." He then tongued between her folds and sucked on her clit.

Ami was writhing in pleasure as he used his mouth on her. She fisted his hair and pressed his face to her pussy as she rubbed against him.

Zoisite reached up, knowing she would leave her legs spread for him, and he didn't have to pin them down, and he grabbed her boobs. Continuing to lick and suck her until she screamed out loudly, orgasming.

"Condom in the small zipper pocket in my bag," she muttered once she regained her breath.

"You came prepared for this?" He asked.

Ami nodded and said, "I couldn't handle any more sexual tension on my end anymore. That's why I had the report completed. I didn't want to have to sit here and work on it."

"What was the puzzle you were working on?" he asked, remembering what she had said before as he retrieved the condom.

"How to get you to have sex with me," she replied.

He laughed and tapped her hip to get her to move over into the center of the bed more. "So it was a puzzle with a low difficulty level."

"Apparently," she said, chuckling as he climbed on the bed. "I didn't know that when I came over, though."

He climbed over her and grabbed her left breast as he spread her thighs with his knees. "I thought I was being incredibly obvious during our lab time."

Ami rubbed her hand over his muscled back. "I had trouble seeing past my own desire for you."

Zoisite groaned and thrust his stiff cock deep inside of her, hitting her womb. "Let's be clear on this. I want your body, and I need you to be my girlfriend. Say yes to both," he begged.

"Yes," she moaned in pleasure.

"Good," he said in response. "Now that that's covered…" He began rhythmically thrusting into her, stretching her tight pussy and making her moan in ecstasy.

Ami gripped his shoulders hard, leaving half-moon prints with her fingernails as Zoisite's muscles flexed and rippled with each thrust. "So good!" she whispered, desire laced in her tone.

Zoisite loved the feel of her naked body and her firm breasts pressed against him, and it pushed him to thrust deeper and harder into her. His desire and need working up to a fever pitch.

He grabbed her hips as he thrust, feeling her bounce underneath him from the impact of his cock hitting her womb. The feeling and reality of what he was doing was driving him half insane.

Their orgasms ripped through them both at the same time. Her walls fluttered, and his cock pulsed together as they both grunted out in sated pleasure.

Zoisite looked into her eyes and kissed her nose. "Stay the night, please."

Ami was glad she had a change of clothes tucked in her backpack. Minako had insisted she was prepared. "Happily," she said, snuggling into his arms as he pulled out of her and held her.

Two days later, when they were back in the lab together, Ami teased and asked, "Do you want to get together and work on the lab report tonight?"

Eyes burning with desire, Zoisite said, "We'll meet at your place this time."