Makoto kicked the door closed behind her and laid the heavy grocery bags down on the counter. She stepped into the kitchen, grabbed a towel, ran it under cold water, and wiped the sweat from her face and arms. Although the temperature has fallen in the last hour the air was still thick and humid. The oppressive heat of a summer day in the city filled her small apartment, sucking the oxygen from the rooms. Quickly, she put her groceries away, then moved into the living area. She could feel the thunderstorm coming, she knew it would break the heat, and she could hardly wait. She hated the clinging, moist air. It smothered her and made it hard to breathe. She glanced out the window and saw gray-green clouds sliding across the sky, massing to form a livid, darkening wall. Dusk was falling prematurely, and her apartment was getting dim. Not bothering to turn on the light, she stepped to the window and lifted the sash. Makoto stuck her head out the window and sniffed the air. Ozone, exhaust, the Chinese restaurant below her apartment and dust. The smells of home. But there was an indefinable scent, a whiff of something cool and wet that attracted her attention. Glancing up at the greying sky, she sensed the storm that was soon to come. She left the window open, walked back into the kitchen, then stared at the range. She contemplated a cup of tea, eventually deciding against it. It was just too hot. Her body was once again sticky with sweat. She considered a shower, but admitted to herself that she was just too lazy to do anything. She stood in the middle of the room, allowing the day’s tension to flow from her limbs, as the gloom outside thickened. A cold breeze wafted in through the window, bringing with it the smell of loamy earth and the mountains. Makoto breathed in the scent and sighed happily. Another current came in, this one carrying the scent of a powerful storm with it. The cool air brushed across her skin and gave her goose bumps. She turned back to the window and noticed how quickly the sky was darkening. Sitting down on a cushion by the window, she watched as the clouds billowed and roiled over the city. The temperature was still falling and she could feel her skin turn to gooseflesh with the touch of the cold wet air. She imagined the distant rumble of the storm to be the sound of hooves. There would be a chariot in the middle of the tempest, carrying a Prince clad in grey armor, and wielding the lightning as his spear. She closed her eyes and dreamed of this prince, her lover who would be carried to her on the wings of this storm. A blast of wind gusted in through the window and Makoto leaned into it, letting it buffet her. She could feel her nipples get hard against the cloth of her T-shirt and one hand idly brushed across her breast. She closed her eyes and imagined her Prince’s hand running lightly up her breast, then sliding down, caressing the nipple. It felt lovely. She moaned a little, letting the sound rumble in her chest like distant thunder. The storm was breaking now and she could hear the large raindrops splattering as they hit the street, the window, the people below. She watched figures scurrying as the wind increased, trying to avoid the oncoming torrent. The sweat was now dry upon her skin and the cold air seemed to have fingers of its own, teasing and caressing her. Stepping back from the window, hidden in the apartment’s darkness, Makoto removed her T-shirt and bra, and let the cold air harden her all over again. She touched herself, rolling her nipples between her fingers, letting her body feel the rhythm of the rain as it beat a staccato pattern into the windows and roof of her building. Slowly she began to move to the rhythm, letting her hips sway to the percussion of the storm. When the first lightning bolt came she felt it run down her spine to her very core. The thunder that rattled the apartment building made her sigh. Her Prince had arrived. She could feel warmth building between her thighs with every howl and rush of the wind. The rain was coming down hard now and Makoto moved closer to the window again, to feel the water as it splashed against the pane, cold and sharp like fingertips drumming upon her body. Another lightning strike and she threw her head back in pleasure. One hand slid down into her shorts, playing in the short hair and swiftly moistening cleft. Her moans were louder now, syncopated by the lightning and thunder. Makoto stripped off her shorts and underwear and lay under the window, the rain striking her with red-hot intensity. She trailed one hand through her lower lips, and with the other, she thrust two fingers into herself, just as a bolt of lightning sizzled through the air. When the thunder cracked, she thrust hard into herself, feeling her body respond to the squall. "Again." she whispered to her storm lover, and again the lightning rent the air. She yelped as she thrust deeply into herself, playing one hand back and forth across her clit. The thunder shook her to her very core. One more and she would come. At long last the lighting came, the sizzle and spark of it practically deafening and blinding her at once. When the thunder rang out not even a second later, it masked the sound of her cries, as she shook and rocked in a building shuddering under the impact of fierce nature. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ami sat back from her computer keyboard and stretched luxuriously, her arms over her head. She straightened in her seat and touched her fingers once again to the keyboard, but paused when the soft sound of bare feet on the floor made her look up with a smile. "Are you almost done?" Makoto’s voice was soft and rough from sleep. She put her hands on Ami’s neck and began to massage it. Ami closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of strong thumbs that knew all her pressure points. "Almost." she responded belatedly. "It's almost 1 AM, you know." Makoto leaned down and read the words on the monitor. "It always seems disconcerting, reading my own name up there, watching myself do such ecchi things. Especially when you post them on the Internet." "I always change the name before I post them. But I know it's you." Ami turned around and smiled into Makoto’s sparkling green eyes. Ami reached up to draw Makoto closer. "You’re my inspiration - my Muse." she kissed Makoto softly and the tall girl responded with a surprising passion. Surprising to anyone who didn’t know her well, that is. Ami was no longer surprised at the depths and heights to which Makoto’s passion and intensity could travel. Their kiss lingered and deepened. Makoto pulled away, drawing Ami up with her. "Come to bed." she purred suggestively. Ami needed no second urging and quickly saved the story and shut down the program. As she wrapped her robe about her more tightly, she felt something largish and stiff in the pocket. She reached in and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs, lined with fleece. She held them up with a grin. "Whose turn is it this time?" Makoto turned around and glanced back, then grinned widely. "Yours, I think." Ami considered. "On one condition." "Mmmm?" "You wear your leather jacket." Makoto grinned even harder as Ami sidled up to her with a soft growl. She leaned up to whisper in her lover’s ear. "Don’t bother with the blouse this time." Makoto swallowed hard and nodded. She stopped by the door to the bathroom. "You go in...I’ll follow in a few." and she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door after her. Ami sat on their bed for a little while, pondering how she would be best presented tonight. Completely or partially naked? Dressed? In what? She decided on the school fuku that she had kept, even though they were both several years out of high school. There was something exciting about playing the good girl to Makoto’s tough... When the door opened, Ami had arranged herself neatly on the bed, a book laid out on her lap, much as she had been through all her early years of school, when books were her only true friends. She did not look up as Makoto approached her,. She didn’t move, in fact, until a breath in her ear announced the presence of someone next to her. Very close. Too close. Ami could feel the hair on her neck rise as Makoto slid her mouth close to Ami’s ear. "Whatcha reading?" Makoto put on a "tough" accent, that made Ami want to giggle, but she ignored this instinct and simply closed the book, gazing up at the taller girl. "Harrison’s Principles and Practice of Internal Medicine." Ami couldn’t help smirking a bit as Makoto’s blank gaze told her she had been thrown for a loop by this title. Makoto took Ami’s hand in hers and turned the book over to see the cover. "Harrison’s Principles and Practice of Internal Medicine" met her bewildered gaze. Ami couldn’t help it, she laughed. She had just purchased the book this afternoon for Med school and she hadn’t yet shown it to Makoto. Makoto scowled at the book and took it firmly out of Ami’s hands, placing it behind her on the bed. "Seems like an awful lot of words. I think you might need a break." Makoto's voice was low and suggestive and Ami’s skin prickled. "Oh, no, " she insisted, "I have a lot of reading to do." Ami reached for the book, but Makoto’s grip stalled her as she leaned close to the shorter girl. Ami turned away, but Makoto’s other hand drew Ami’s face back towards her own. Ami could smell Makoto’s scent mixed with leather, and it was all she could do to resist the urge to kiss her. Makoto sat down next to Ami and Ami could see the leather jacket belted and zippered about one third of the way up. Ami’s eyes fixed on the cleavage that the jacket showed to good advantage. It was Makoto’s turn to smirk. "You like medicine, huh? Maybe you’d like to play doctor." Ami cleared her throat, but kept her eyes on Makoto’s chest. "Maybe a short break would be okay...." Her voice cut out as Makoto leaned close, almost touching Ami’s lips. "You know what they say, Doc, "Makoto teased, "All work and no play makes Ami a dull girl." "You sound like Minako..." Ami’s protest stopped abruptly as Makoto lowered her lips to Ami’s. Ami fought briefly then, in a gesture of capitulation, slid her arms around her lover’s neck and returned the kiss passionately. Makoto slipped her arms under Ami’s blouse, stroking the skin underneath. Ami moaned into Makoto’s mouth as hands caressed her back. Ami pulled back and buried her face in Makoto’s chest, kissing the tantalizing cleavage the jacket revealed. She pulled the zipper down further and nipped at the skin she uncovered. Just as the jacket parted and Makoto lifted one breast to tease Ami, the blue-haired girl pulled back, turning her face away, ignoring the heat in her cheeks, and between her legs. "Really, I have to study. I can’t do this now." Ami’s voice was weak, almost as if she needed to convince herself of her "real" purpose. It was all too easy to slip back into this mode of thought. So many years study had been her raison d’etre, that it was still almost natural to express this conviction, even as her body ached for Makoto. Makoto growled and grabbed Ami’s hands and bore down upon her, quickly cuffing her before she had a chance to resist. Ami found herself flat on her back, with Makoto’s solid form above her, as her arms were pinned, then the cuffs attached to a hook on the wall by a short chain. Ami pulled at the chain, but she was unable to pull herself free. She let her body enjoy the mild discomfort of the position, testing the chains by pulling at them, and testing Makoto by wriggling underneath her. At this, a wolfish smile crossed Makoto’s face and she pinned Ami’s legs underneath her own. Unfastening the jacket completely, Makoto took one breast and fed it to Ami, who sucked at it hungrily, moaning into Makoto’s flesh. "That’s better. Even geniuses need a break now and then." Makoto laughed huskily and gasped as Ami bit her lightly. Ami’s arms felt stretched and her shoulders began to burn. She reveled in the feel as her body, fit and strong from years of training, began to push into its reserves. The endorphins that flooded into her body made her more sensitized. Makoto’s hands left energetic imprints on her skin that lingered as they stroked along her stomach and across her chest. When Makoto’s fingers brushed Ami’s nipples, Ami strained against her bonds, pulling towards the sensation, but Makoto had already pulled her hands away. Ami groaned with the loss. Makoto kissed Ami deeply and slid her hand under Ami’s skirt. Finding her naked underneath, Makoto moaned and caressed the inside of Ami’s thighs. Ami pulled once again against the cuffs, arching her back, her muscles taut, as she begged Makoto to touch her. Slowly Makoto moved down Ami’s body. Spreading Ami’s legs, she licked greedily at Ami’s pussy, sucking on her until Ami’s legs began to shake. Ami was babbling now, calling Makoto’s name and those of various kami. Makoto smiled as she stroked Ami with her tongue, speeding up slowly, almost imperceptibly. With a wail, Ami begged Makoto to enter her and the tall girl did, not removing her mouth from Ami’s clit. Ami’s climax was sharp and hard as she called to her lover to thrust into her more deeply. As Ami relaxed backwards, blinking her eyes into focus, Makoto crawled up her body and laid upon the smaller girl. Looking down into Ami’s blue eyes, Makoto grinned. Ami smiled back, and closed her eyes in pleasure and exhaustion. "Have I ever told you how completely unlike my old sempai you are?" Makoto giggled - it was an old joke between them. Ami’s voice was grim, but not unhappy. "Good. The stupid fool had no idea what he walked away from." She sighed. "His loss, my gain." and she kissed Makoto lightly. Ami rattled her chain a bit. "Let me up, Mako-chan. My shoulders hurt and if I remember correctly, it's your turn this time..." she grinned. "Will you wear the leather jacket?" Makoto pulled the article off, draping it over Ami’s body, who wriggled at the feel of the leather. Makoto leaned over Ami to detach the cuffs from the hook on the wall. She rubbed Ami’s shoulders briefly, then unbuckled the cuffs. "Of course, but for some reason," Ami sat up as her arms were released, "I never make as convincing a bad girl as you do." Makoto laughed. "You’re bad enough for me." Ami smiled and draped her arms around Makoto’s neck. "I’ll take that as a compliment." They kissed gently, lowering themselves slowly to the bed.
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