Muscles aching, Makoto threw punch after punch into the sand bag before her. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat from her workout and her muscles ached; it felt down right heavenly to her. She had missed this while being in Japan and was grateful Ami had brought her to the fitness center to get her own membership. There were no martial arts classes for her to take, but the workout room had been enough for Makoto to become a member. She could practice martial arts on her own.
As her hands connected with the bag before her, Makoto's mind flashed on her mother. She had been getting weaker in the last few weeks and her aunt had mentioned, almost in a disconnected sort of way, that it wouldn't be much longer. Makoto felt her chest tighten as she assault on the bag became more fierce.
Her breathing hard and ragged, Makoto finally stopped and leaned into the bag. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on calming her racing heart. Taking a few deep breaths through her mouth and out her nose, she felt her breathing return a normal level.
"Do you always push yourself so hard," came a soft, teasing voice behind her.
Makoto smirked and turned toward the owner of that melodious voice. "How did you know I was here, Ami-chan?"
"I saw your car when I pulled into the parking lot," the doctor answered, moving toward the brunette.
Makoto chuckled. "And how long have you been watching me?"
Ami smiled, coming to stand beside the taller woman. On her shoulder she carried a small duffle bag. "Long enough to watch you move from a good workout pace to possible body torture." Ami's eyes grew concerned. "Is everything alright?"
Makoto's smile fell and she moved to the bench where her towel and water bottle sat. Makoto sat on the bench and wiped her face with the towel before taking a sip of water. "Mom's getting worse," Makoto finally said, her words just above a whisper.
Ami sat close beside Makoto without actually touching her, placing her bag on the bench beside her. "Is there anything I can do for you, Makoto-chan?"
Makoto's smirk returned. "You could ask me out to dinner," she teased, bumping her shoulder into Ami's. "That might make me feel better."
Ami laughed, shaking her head at Makoto's audacity. "Are you always this flirtatious?"
"Only with pretty girls," Makoto said, her smile growing when Ami blushed. "I'll settle for a kiss right now though," she said as she moved her face closer to the doctor's. Ami was all too happy to comply to the Amazon's request.
When they broke apart, Makoto checked her watch. "Are you just getting here? The center closes soon."
"That it does," Ami said. "But I've been a member since I was a child. I'm one of the few members who have access to the center any time, open or closed."
"Well lucky you," Makoto teased, standing. "Me being a lowly peasant, I need to shower and leave." She smirked down at the bluenette. "Care to join me?"
Ami's face flushed and Makoto laughed. "I was teasing Ami-chan, breathe!"
Ami huffed as she stood, grabbing her bag in her hand, sending a mock glare toward Makoto. She made to walk away but Makoto took her by the arm, spun her around and pressed her lips to the smaller woman's. Ami moaned, her bag falling from her fingers before her arms snaked up and around the taller woman's neck. Makoto's warm hands were splayed out on her back, pressing them closer together.
Ami's heart beat wildly in her chest. Since meeting, this woman in her arms had been on her mind and in her dreams. Oh, her dreams. Ami was never one to lay in bed and dwell on the images her mind conjured during sleep before. But now that her mind had Makoto to tease her with, she never wanted to leave the confines of her bed. But the real thing was hard to ignore. Especially since the brunette was kissing and nibbling down her neck.
"Oh, Mako-chan," Ami sighed.
Makoto stopped for a moment. Other than her parents, no one had ever called her that before; not even her aunt. Hearing it roll of Ami's lips sent a shudder down the brunette's spine. She craved to hear it again.
Feeling Makoto stop, Ami's eyes opened and she turned to look at the Amazon. "Mako-chan?"
Makoto took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the action tickling Ami's sensitive skin. "No one but my parents has ever called me that."
Ami flushed, realizing she had used something that was obviously special between Makoto and her parents to adress Makoto. "I'm sorry-"
"No," Makoto said, cutting Ami off. She smiled and nudged her head against Ami's. "It's alright. I like it when you say it." She brushed her lips against the still blushing doctor's and smiled again.
Ami's shy eyes fell to the ground, a small smile on her lips. Makoto placed a soft kiss in Ami's hair before stepping away. "I need to grab a shower and head home." She smiled, picked up her towel and water bottle and moved past Ami. The smaller woman picked up her bag and fell into step beside her.
"Why are you here, Mako-chan," Ami asked. "I thought you were spending the night with your mother?"
"I was," Makoto answered. "But, she wasn't feeling well. She's having one of her bad days." Makoto shrugged. "I guess I was driving my aunt crazy 'cause she kicked me out of the apartment," she said, chuckling.
"You could have called me," Ami said. "You didn't have to spend this time alone. It's very obvious you didn't want to."
They walked through the locker room until they reached the locker Makoto had her clothes stored inside. "I know," Makoto finally answered, opening the locker door. "I just don't want to put all of my problems on you. As much as we may like one another, the relationship is still new and I don't want to strain it."
"But this is a serious matter," Ami countered, "not some dime store drama. I know you're hurting, Mako-chan." Ami reached out and took Makoto's hand in hers, squeezing gently. "I can't bear it for you, but I don't mind being there for you. I want to be."
Makoto smiled and brought Ami's hand up to her lips and kissed her knuckles gently before releasing her hand. "Thank you, Ami-chan. I appreciate that. More than I can say." Makoto began to sort through her clothing as Ami sat on the bench, watching.
"Do you have plans tomorrow, Mako-chan," Ami asked, after a long moment of silence.
Makoto pulled out a larger towel from inside the locker and looked down at the doctor. "Just work at the bakery," she answered. "Other than that, no." Makoto smiled. "Did you want to get together?"
Ami smiled. "My friends have been bugging me to bring you out to meet them properly and we made plans for lunch tomorrow. But if you have work-"
"No, it's ok," Makoto said, her smile growing. "I can take off a bit for lunch. But on one condition."
"You have dinner with me and my family tomorrow night," Makoto answered. "I know it's early for meeting the parents but my mother has been pestering me to bring you over."
Ami smiled and stood. She reached up and kissed Makoto on the cheek. "I would be honored."
"Great," Makoto said happily. "I'll be sure to tell her." Makoto toed off her shoes, placed them in the locker and closed the door. "I'm going to grab a quick shower and head out. I know you're just getting here, but did you want me to wait for you?"
Ami smiled but shook her head. "No, you get home to your mother and I'll see you tomorrow. I'll pick you up at the bakery, if that's alright?"
"Can't wait." Makoto gave Ami a quick peck on the lips and moved off to the showers. "The offer still stands to join me," she called over her shoulder playfully. The amazon laughed when she heard the bluenette grumble as she left, heading for the floor with the pool.
A bell chimed, signaling Ami's entrance into the bakery. While not overly busy, the few tables that were inside had at least one person sitting at each, its occupant eating something fresh from the counter. A few cashiers behind the counter were putting more food inside the display cases while customers in line waited to be served. Bypassing the line and getting a few glares for doing so, Ami approached an employee who had just shut the display case.
"Is Kino-san available," she asked politely.
The employee, a young man in his late teens, eyed the doctor before calling over his shoulder, "Kino-san! You have a client!"
There was a crash in the kitchen and a loud swear in English before Makoto poked her head out of the kitchen door. She wore a look of annoyance on her face but when her eyes caught sight of the smaller woman, Makoto's bad mood suddenly cleared up.
"Ami-chan," she said happily. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be right out."
Ami nodded and stepped away from the counter to give patrons a chance to order their food and drinks. She had been surprised, the first time she came here, to find that the small bakery Makoto's family owned was the one she and her friends had frequented many times in their college years, as it was close to the campus.
"Ready," came Makoto's voice behind her.
Ami turned and did her best to stifle her giggling behind her hand. Makoto blinked at the doctor.
Ami smiled and reached her hand up, brushing some flour out of the Amazon's hair. "Flour is meant to go in cakes, Mako-chan, not on your head," Ami teased.
Makoto gave Ami a mock glare and pushed the bakery door open, holding it for the smaller woman. "So where are we headed for lunch?"
"Crown Parlor," Ami said as she walked out the door and to her car, Makoto close behind. She opened her door and climbed into the driver seat, with Makoto moving to the other side and doing the same. Fastening seatbelts, Ami checked the traffic before pulling from the curb. "It's at the arcade."
"We're having lunch at the arcade," Makoto asked, chuckling.
"It's where my friends and I went always to hang out while in school," Ami said, smiling. "That, or Rei-chan's. They have good food and we can't seem to break the habit of meeting there. Lots of good memories are there."
Makoto smiled and nodded her understanding. Absentmindedly, she brought her right hand up to rest at the back of Ami's neck, gently playing with the bluenette's hair. Ami shivered and smiled, reveling at the touch.
The car ride was spent in comfortable silence, the two women content just to be next to one another. Ami concentrated on the road while Makoto glanced out the passenger window, her fingers still lost in Ami's hair. It amazed her that, despite being in Japan for a few months already, she really hadn't gone anywhere. Her one time out, she had met Ami at the club and her second journey to said club resulted in Ami's phone number. She hadn't been back since and all of her free time was spent either with Ami at either of their apartments or taking care of her mother. While she wished her mother was in better health, the time spent with either of them was, mostly, well spent.
A short time later, Ami pulled her car into a small parking lot beside a building sporting a large crown that Makoto figured lit up at night. As they got out of the car, Ami looked around at the few other cars parked.
"I see Rei-chan and Mina-chan's car, but not Usagi-chan's," Ami said, shutting her car door. "She's always late."
Makoto chuckled. "If she's always late, wouldn't that mean she's always on time, for her?"
Ami paused as the two met together in front of Ami's car. "I have never thought of it that way before," she admitted, chuckling.
Makoto smiled and offered her hand, which Ami took and the pair walked around the corner, past the sliding doors of Crown Arcade and up the stairs that led to the Parlor. Makoto pushed the door open and held it for Ami, who smiled and thanked the auburn haired woman as she walked past her. Makoto's hand slid comfortably back into Ami's as she released the door and Ami led her to a table in the back of the parlor. The corner had windows lined around the wall, with a plush bench that curved with the wall and down the length of it. Opposite of the bench were two chairs per table, that were spaced down the length of the bench. Sitting on one side of the table was a blond with pigtails. Opposite of the chairs sat the couple Makoto remembered from the club. She and Ami took the empty chairs opposite of them.
"Ami-chan," cried the pig tailed blond happily. Sitting closest to her, Ami was crushed in a massive bear-hug from the blond. Makoto caught sight of the others at the table; the other blond giggled while the raven haired woman glared at the woman hugging their mousy friend with disapproval.
"Usagi," the cross woman growled, "sit down and act your age!"
Makoto's eyebrows shot up at the hostile way the violet eyed woman addressed the pig tailed blond. She looked at the blond and instead of being chastised, she smiled and sat down. "Minako-chan, your girlfriend is being grumpy again."
"Again would imply Rei ever stopped," the other blond, Minako, said brightly. She flashed Rei a radiant smile. Rei's violet eyes gave a hearty eye roll in response.
"Minna," Ami said softly, motioning towards Makoto, "this is Kino Makoto." Ami blushed deeply and added, "My girlfriend." Makoto smiled stupidly, her heart swelling with warmth at Ami's words.
"Ah, you're the one who is keeping our dear Ami-chan away from us," the first blond, Usagi, said. She was smiling in such a way that had it been anyone else, would have been terrifyingly creepy. But coming from the energetic blond, Makoto found herself... calmed.
"I'm sorry," Makoto said, giving a surprised chuckle. "I don't mean to keep her from her friends so much."
Usagi smiled but before she could respond, the waiter came to their table. The girls gave their orders before the waiter left again.
"It's not a bad thing," Usagi corrected, turning her gaze to the Amazon. Her blue eyes moved from Makoto to Ami and she smiled. "She talks about you often." Usagi's eyes moved to Makoto once again and her smile widened, "It's nice to finally meet you."
Makoto smiled shyly and nodded, scratching the back of her head and not knowing what to say. Ami smiled at her and laid her hand on the brunette's knee, hidden beneath the table.
"So, how did you meet our little genius," Usagi asked. "She hasn't told me."
Before Makoto could answer, Minako gushed out, "Makoto-san was totally checking Ami-chan's butt at the bar!"
Makoto hid her face in her hands. Oh, just kill me now, she thought. She peeked over at Ami, who was staring at the table, her face and ears red.
"I really hope you never give interviews," Rei remarked dryly. "The press would have a field day with you."
"My interviews go just fine," Minako responded, flashing Rei the better part of her tongue.
"Are you a news anchor," Makoto asked, hoping to divert the topic away from Ami's rear.
"Oh no, nothing so boring," Minako said brightly. "I'm a musician!"
"Aspiring musician," Rei corrected, smirking at the blond.
"I am already famous," Minako growled.
"On YouTube," Rei added.
"It still pays the bills, love," Minako remarked in a singsong voice. She smiled brightly at Makoto. "So what do you do?"
"I help run my mother's bakery," the Amazon answered.
"Her family owns the bakery that is near the campus downtown," Ami said. "The one we all used to hang out in during school."
"That is so neat," Minako said brightly. "How come we haven't run into you before now?"
"I actually just moved here," Makoto answered. "I was born and raised in the US."
"So you speak English," Minako asked.
Minako's smile grew. "So do I," the blond remarked in Makoto's native tongue. "I lived in England for a number of years. Ami-chan knows fluent English, too."
Makoto turned and smiled at the bluenette. "Really?"
Ami blushed and nodded, answering in perfect English, "Yes, I do."
"Okay," Usagi said, a teasing smile on her lips. "I can't understand any of you now!"
The group chuckled as their food and drinks arrived. Makoto ate in relative silence, answering questions directly asked of her. She was content to sit and listen to Ami and her friends talk instead. Makoto briefly wondered how this hodge podge group of girls became friends in the first place. They didn't seem to have a single thing in common that would have drawn them together.
As the lunch progressed, Makoto began to feel eyes upon her. All throughout the gathering, Rei would continue to study Makoto as if she had never seen anything like her before. It was making her uncomfortable and irritable but she didn't want to cause strife between herself and Ami's friends. As if sensing her discomfort, Ami rose from the table, her hand in Makoto's and pulling her up with her.
"Mako-chan and I need to be going," she said. "She needs to get back to work."
"Aww," Minako whined. "We hardly ever get together anymore."
Ami smiled indulgently. "We just need to plan better, Minako-chan."
"You two have a good afternoon," Usagi said, smiling.
Makoto smiled, thanked Ami's friends and the pair moved to pay for their lunch and then for the door. As she held the door open for Ami, Makoto turned and could see Rei's eyes staring at her again, a look of confusion on her face.
"So I take it lunch with Ami-san's friends went poorly," Sachiko asked of her daughter. Although having another bad day, she had made it from the bedroom to the dining table to watch her daughter cook that night's meal.
"I wouldn't call it bad, per se," Makoto answered, as she moved about the kitchen. "Just awkward. Rei wouldn't stop staring at me."
"Do she and Ami-san have a history," Chika asked as she came to sit beside her sister.
"Like a dating history," Makoto asked, looking over her shoulder. Her aunt nodded and Makoto shook her head. "I don't think so. Whatever that makes me interesting to Rei has nothing to do with Ami. As far as I can tell anyway."
"Perhaps she's jealous of you," her aunt offered. "Maybe she has feelings for Ami-san and is put out that she never acted on it."
Makoto laughed at that. "If you saw the blond Rei is dating, you wouldn't say that. If I didn't have Ami and Minako didn't have Rei, I would so make a pass."
"Don't let Ami-san hear you say that," her mother teased before lapsing into a coughing fit. Makoto turned to watch with worried eyes as Chika helped Sachiko drink a sip of water.
"Mama," Makoto asked, "are you sure you're up for this?"
Sachiko smiled tiredly at her daughter. "I want to meet the woman my baby girl is so smitten with. No better time than the present."
Makoto wasn't sure how to take her mother's words. She wasn't sure if Sachiko had meant what she said, as she said it. Or if she meant because she was dying and tomorrow could be her last day. Before she could question it, the ringing of the doorbell through the apartment grabbed her attention.
"That's Ami-chan," Makoto said solemnly, moving from the kitchen. Still clad in her apron, Makoto made her way through the apartment to the door. Makoto opened it and a smile lit up her face when she saw Ami. Something about the smaller woman seemed to set her mind at ease.
"Hello, Mako-chan," Ami smiled as she stepped past Makoto and into the apartment's entry way.
"Ami-chan," Makoto said. She shut the door and, after Ami toed off her shoes and stepped into slippers, wrapped her arm loosely around the doctor's waist and placed a soft kiss on Ami's temple. Ami blushed and followed Makoto back to the kitchen and to where Makoto's mother and aunt were sitting.
"Mama, Aunt Chika, this is Mizuno Ami," Makoto said as Ami came to stand beside her. "Ami-chan, this is Kino Sachiko, my mother. And Akiyama Chika, my aunt."
Ami bowed deeply to both the woman at the table. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said as she stood back upright. "Mako-chan speaks of you both often."
Both Sachiko's and Chika's eyebrows raised at the mention of Makoto's pet name. "Mako-chan does, does she," her mother asked, glancing over at Makoto with a knowing smile. Makoto's face flamed and she mumbled something about finishing dinner, stepping into the kitchen while Ami took a seat at the table.
"So Mako-chan tells us you're a doctor, Ami-san," Chika said. "And at such a young age. Very impressive. Your parents must be proud."
Ami blushed at the compliment, nodding. "Mother was very proud indeed."
Sachiko and Chika nodded in understanding as Makoto began to bring plates and utensils to set the table for dinner. "Do you need any help, Mako-chan," Ami asked.
Makoto smiled and shook her head. "No, I got it," she replied. "What can I get you to drink, Ami-chan? We have water, soda, and tea."
"Water's fine," Ami replied as Makoto smiled and disappeared back into the kitchen. Moments later, Makoto had brought out the dishes for dinner and a glass of ice water for Ami. Makoto and Chika began to serve Ami and Sachiko, respectively, before placing food on their own plates. As they began to tuck into their plates, a ringing from Ami's pocket stopped dinner short.
Groaning, Ami took her phone out, looked at the screen and did her best not to throw the phone. She closed her eyes, took deep several deep breaths before turning and smiling sadly at Makoto, who was smirking.
"Yes," Ami replied, standing from the table. She bowed and apologized to Makoto's family before making her way to the door. Makoto stood and followed her.
"You barely ate anything," Makoto remarked as Ami slid her feet back into her shoes.
"I'm sorry," Ami said with a heavy sigh.
"I understand," Makoto smiled. "We can try again later."
Ami nodded, reached for the door and stopped. Chewing her bottom lip, she turned back to Makoto. "I go back to night rotation tomorrow. Could I call you later tonight, when I'm finished, and maybe you could come over?"
Makoto's face split into a wide grin. "I'll bring your dinner, so you can have it afterwards."
Ami smiled and reached up to kiss Makoto quickly. "I'll call you when I'm done."
"I'll be waiting," Makoto replied as Ami left. Makoto shut the door ans sighed. As she made her way back to her aunt and mother, a sharp pain behind her eyes caused her to stumble.
"Do you have another migraine, Mako-chan," her mother asked worriedly.
"Yeah," Makoto responded wearily, sitting at the table. "It started just before Ami got here."
"I told her once already she needs to go back to the doctor," her aunt chided, glaring at her niece.
"Meh," was Makoto's response. She stood again and began to carry hers and Ami's plates to the kitchen. "Ami's going to call later and I'll be heading over there after she's done at the hospital," she said when she came back to the table. "I'm going to take our dinners so we can eat together." She looked at her mother expectantly. "If that's alright with you, Mama."
Sachiko smiled kindly. "Of course it is, Mako-chan. But be sure to invite her again so I can properly meet her. She does seem like a sweet girl."
Makoto smiled and nodded in agreement as she packed away some of the dinner for later and stored it in the refrigerator. "I'm going to go lay down and hope my headache stops." She walked around the table and placed a gentle kiss upon her mother's head. "Love you, Mama."
Sachiko's smile grew. "I love you, too, Mako-chan."
Makoto grumbled and fumbled in the dark for her phone. "Hello?"
There was silence for a moment and when Makoto answered again, Ami's hesitant voice greeted her. "Hello, Mako-chan. Were you sleeping?"
"I had a headache during dinner," Makoto responded, sitting up in her bed. She glanced at her digital clock and it read just after ten, only a few hours after Ami had left. "Everything go alright at the hospital," she asked through a yawn.
"It went fine," Ami answered. "Are you still up for coming over? If you're tired or not feeling well-"
"I'm fine now," came Makoto's eager response. "Really, I feel much better," she said much more calmly.
Ami chuckled. "Well, I was hoping we could change our plans a bit. Instead of coming over just for a few hours," she began, slightly nervously, "why not spend the night with me?"
Makoto's face split into a grin. "I can bring a movie over if you'd like?"
"That would be fine," Ami said, feeling her racing heart slow it's pace a bit.
"Alright," Makoto agreed. "Are you home now?"
"Alright," Makoto said again. "I'll be over in a little bit."
"Looking forward to it."
An hour later, Ami, dressed in her night camisole and shorts with a thick robe over that, answered the door to her apartment to see a beaming Makoto on the other side, dressed in baggy basketball shorts and a tee shirt. Ami smiled and stepped aside to allow Makoto room to enter.
"Movie," the Amazon said, holding up a DVD in one hand, "and dinner," holding up the other, a small bag filled with what was left of their interrupted meal. "You probably didn't eat at all, did you," she asked.
Ami smiled and shook her head. "No, I didn't." As Makoto finished taking off her shoes and putting on the house slippers, Ami reached up and kissed Makoto's cheek. "Thank you for thinking of me. It means a lot."
Makoto's cheeks pinked and she pressed her lips to the doctor's. "Anytime." She walked through the apartment to the kitchen. Having been here several times already, Makoto knew her way around Ami's kitchen and began pulling plates and forks from cupboards and drawers. She doled out their meals, heated them in the microwave and brought them out to the low table in the living room. Ami was already there, having set up the movie and brought out glasses of water for their meal.
Dinner was eaten in an easy silence and afterwards, the dishes were taken back to the kitchen for cleaning. Makoto quickly washed what little there was to be cleaned while Ami went to get a large comforter from the hall closet and a couple of pillows. Makoto came out of the kitchen to see Ami had shut all but one light off, casting the sitting room in semi darkness. She was sitting in the middle of the couch, the blanket around her waist and the pillows flanked her on either side. In one hand she held the DVD remote and with the other, she patted the seat at the end of the couch for Makoto to take. The auburn haired woman smiled and plopped down beside the doctor and adjusted the pillow at her back before she kissed the top of the smaller woman's head as Ami cast the blanket over her legs as well.
The movie Makoto had picked had been a simple and light romantic comedy. When the movie had started, both women had been sitting upright but leaning against each other. As it progressed, Makoto had slid down into the couch, one of her long legs stretched out onto the low table before them while Ami had curled beside her, her head resting on Makoto's chest. Ami's right arm had been trapped between their bodies, but her left hand had come to rest on Makoto's stomach, her thumb lightly caressing through the faded tee shirt. Makoto's right hand come to lay over that hand to gently keep Ami's hand there while her left arm was around Ami's shoulders, her hand brushing back through the doctor's hair.
Ami sighed softly at the caresses in her hair. She looked up at Makoto and they smiled at one another. Makoto bent her face down to brush her lips against Ami's softly. She made to pull away but Ami's hand moved up from Makoto's stomach to her chest, pulling at the tee shirt to keep Makoto's face to hers, deepening the kiss.
The movie now forgotten, Makoto held Ami closer to her as their kisses became more passionate. Ami slid her trapped arm around Makoto's waist and, surprising them both, pulled the taller woman into her lap, her hands resting on the Amazon's hips, the blanket around them falling into the floor. Makoto moaned, her hips slowly rolling over Ami's and Ami encouraged this by squeezing Makoto's hips before trailing her hands up and inside the taller woman's shirt, lightly teasing skin with fingertips.
Makoto's hands moved through Ami's hair, gently tugging on the blue strands in an attempt to pull Ami closer. Makoto's hands moved down over Ami's shoulders, pulling open the robe she wore to caress smooth shoulders. Ami sighed and Makoto moved her mouth from Ami's, kissing over the skin at Ami's neck, gently nipping at her shoulder as she moved her mouth lower.
Makoto kissed her way back up to her ear when she heard Ami moan softly. "Ami," Makoto questioned lightly, her voice thick as she teased Ami's ear with her tongue.
Ami gasped as a shudder ran down her spine, her hands convulsing on Makoto's back. "Y-yes, Mako-chan?"
"Where's your bedroom," the brunette asked, her fingers moving over the slope of Ami's breasts.
Growling, Ami turned her head to recapture Makoto's lips in a deep kiss. Her hands dropped from Makoto's back to her thighs and quickly she stood, holding Makoto up with her arms, the Amazon's long legs wrapped around her waist.
Makoto, surprised indeed, wrapped her arms tightly around Ami's shoulders and laughed as Ami carried her to her bedroom. "You're much stronger than you look!"
Ami laughed and slid her tongue over Makoto's exposed throat. Ami knew if it weren't for her senshi powers, she wouldn't have been able to carry the taller woman. She was no powerhouse by any means, but even she had some slight super human strength. She deposited Makoto on her bed and looked down at her with lidded eyes.
"I hope that isn't such a bad thing," Ami said, her lips brushing against Makoto's, teasing the taller woman.
Makoto smirked. "Turns me on, actually," she answered truthfully. Makoto slid her arms under the robe and around Ami's waist, pulling her closer and kissing the bluenette. Ami's robe fell to the floor as she draped her arms over Makoto's shoulders, her fingers making quick work of the hair tie that held thick auburn hair.
As Makoto's hand slid over Ami's hip and under her shirt, teasing the soft skin of her ribs, Ami broke the kiss. Panting, she grasped Makoto's wrists to hold them in place. "Wait." In an instant, she felt Makoto's fingers fly from her skin as if burned, though Makoto's warm palms still pressed against her where Ami held her hands still. Blue eyes stared down into confused emeralds as Makoto waited for Ami to speak.
"I...uh..." Ami stumbled over her words as her thoughts jumbled in her mind. She had become close to Makoto in the weeks they had first met and she knew she was more than ready for this next step in their relationship. She felt herself falling for the Amazon; always looking forward to seeing her when their schedules would allow it. And even though she didn't see Makoto as much as she wanted to, Ami always smiled when, during a busy day, her phone would vibrate alerting her to a new text message from Makoto. She seemed to always and genuinely want to know how Ami was doing or just to say hi. And staring into those waiting eyes, Ami realized she wasn't falling in love.
She had already fallen.
And she was hiding something from Makoto. She had been hiding it from the moment they met. She felt it was somehow wrong to ask Makoto to give herself completely when Ami, realistically, could not.
"Before we continue," Ami finally managed to say, "you should know, I have a few... secrets."
Makoto pulled away from Ami slightly. Leaning back, her eyes looked Ami up and down for a moment before her eyes connected with Ami's again. "You're not really a man, are you?"
Ami laughed loudly. "No, I'm not."
"Are you sure," Makoto teased, wiggling her fingers playfully against Ami's skin. "Do I need to do a physical on you, Doc?"
Ami giggled and smacked at Makoto's hands, who quickly pulled them from the doctor and laid them in her lap. "No physical required for that."
"Damn," Makoto remarked sulkily, to which Ami giggled again. Smiling, she looked up at Ami. "What's wrong?"
Ami sighed, twisting her hands nervously in front of her. "Nothing's wrong, per se. Just... I don't feel it right to keep secrets when we're about to-"
Makoto stood then and kissed Ami to shut her up. When Makoto pulled away a moment later, Ami saw Makoto smiling at her. "We shouldn't keep secrets from each other," Makoto began. "But I'm not asking you to indulge every little detail about yourself right this second either." She placed her warm hands on Ami's shoulders, squeezing them gently, encouragingly. "It doesn't bother me you have secrets, Ami. What bothers me is that you're not comfortable with it in this situation." Makoto's smile grew as she brushed her fingers back through Ami's hair. "I care about you, Ami. And while sex isn't everything, don't think having a secret or two will make me think you're being dishonest if something should happen. You're not. I promise."
Ami stared at the woman before her. Not to say her previous lovers hadn't cared about her at all, but Makoto was the first to truly put Ami's feelings first and not expect anything in return for it. Ami felt her chest tighten at this thought and realized then Makoto was someone she could see telling her senshi secret to down the line and perhaps being supportive of it, if not overly concerned.
Ami's train of thought was broken when warm lips pressed against her forehead. "I'll be out on the couch, okay," Makoto said. She smiled and dropped her hands from Ami and moved to step around the smaller woman. Ami quickly turned, wrapped her arms around Makoto and pulled her back, causing them both tumble onto the bed. Makoto chuckled as she landed, turning to look at Ami over her shoulder. "Ami, what are you doing?"
Ami clung to Makoto, her hands fisted at Makoto's stomach, her face laying between Makoto's shoulder blades. "I want you to sleep here tonight," she said softly. She moved her face up to kiss Makoto's ear before nipping at it. She smiled when she felt Makoto shiver.
"Uh, Ami," Makoto breathed out slowly, her heart beginning to race, "I wasn't trying to reverse psychology you. I just want to put that out there."
"I know," Ami breathed into Makoto's ear. She pulled at Makoto until the taller woman was on her back and moved to straddle Makoto's hips. She looked down at the Amazon and smiled at her before her hands came to rest at the hem over her camisole and pulled it over her head and dropping it onto the bed. Makoto's mouth ran dry as Ami leaned over her and kissed her.
AN: This chapter didn't like me. I didn't like it right back. We decided to go our separate ways.