Sailor Moon Monthly Fanfiction Challenge - Day 23
Ami laughed as they entered his apartment. She was not drunk, but she was definitely feeling high, not on drugs - but on life itself.
The day had been perfect.
The girls had taken her shopping, and she had narrowly missed being ambushed in the lingerie shop. She had not succeeded in escaping some clothing that she was not sure she would ever actually wear - not even just for Zoi. Nor had she escaped from a pair of heels that she knew she would break her ankles in if she tried to wear them.
Then they had gone to lunch. All of the girls had been there, and as much as Ami loved the guys, it was nice to have some girl time again, to be just them. Fortunately, Chibi Usa and Hotaru were present, so there had been a minimum of blush inducing conversation, even if Rei had given her a look that made her specifically uncomfortable.
Then it had been Inners time again, as Minako and Usagi dragged Ami off to get ready for the evening. Makoto and Rei accompanied them to her apartment for morale, knowing that Ami would need both the support and people to talk Usagi and Minako down from whatever skimpy outfit they tried to get her into (though they had not been successful in talking them down from making her buy that dress in the first place).
The best part of the day had been the dinner though. The entire group had gotten dressed up - and Ami did wind up in the blue cocktail dress, but she had convinced them to allow her to wear a white wrap with it, and Zoi had been more than happy to support her on the ridiculous heels. She decided that the look he gave her when the guys showed up, was worth any discomfort she felt.
Dinner had been wonderful. The food was good, the music was nice - soft and not invasive, and the bit of port with the dark chocolate torte was amazing. More than any of that, the conversation had been flowing - ranging from light to serious, and everyone had a good time, which was ultimately all Ami had asked.
She laughed as she kicked off the ridiculous heels and finally let go of the wrap which was protecting her sense of modesty.
“Happy, Nymph?”
Ami nodded and moved to wrap her arms around Zoi, leaning against his chest.
“The day’s not over yet.”
Ami blinked as she looked up to him. “It’s not?”
“No… it’s not.” He leaned down and planted a kiss soundly on her lips, eliciting a squeal from her.
He held her and the kiss for a moment and then gently pushed her away. It took everything he had not to laugh at her as she blinked up at him in confusion. He caught her hand before she could feel rejected, and gently lead her into the bedroom.
Ami blinked. She looked around the room and blinked. There were white roses and blue delphinium in vases all over the room, white rose petals spread over the sheets which were a deep blue, and she guessed, silk.
As she looked over the room, he picked up one stalk of delphinium, caressing her cheek with the soft blue petals. “Happy Birthday, Ami.”
The day had been perfect.
The girls had taken her shopping, and she had narrowly missed being ambushed in the lingerie shop. She had not succeeded in escaping some clothing that she was not sure she would ever actually wear - not even just for Zoi. Nor had she escaped from a pair of heels that she knew she would break her ankles in if she tried to wear them.
Then they had gone to lunch. All of the girls had been there, and as much as Ami loved the guys, it was nice to have some girl time again, to be just them. Fortunately, Chibi Usa and Hotaru were present, so there had been a minimum of blush inducing conversation, even if Rei had given her a look that made her specifically uncomfortable.
Then it had been Inners time again, as Minako and Usagi dragged Ami off to get ready for the evening. Makoto and Rei accompanied them to her apartment for morale, knowing that Ami would need both the support and people to talk Usagi and Minako down from whatever skimpy outfit they tried to get her into (though they had not been successful in talking them down from making her buy that dress in the first place).
The best part of the day had been the dinner though. The entire group had gotten dressed up - and Ami did wind up in the blue cocktail dress, but she had convinced them to allow her to wear a white wrap with it, and Zoi had been more than happy to support her on the ridiculous heels. She decided that the look he gave her when the guys showed up, was worth any discomfort she felt.
Dinner had been wonderful. The food was good, the music was nice - soft and not invasive, and the bit of port with the dark chocolate torte was amazing. More than any of that, the conversation had been flowing - ranging from light to serious, and everyone had a good time, which was ultimately all Ami had asked.
She laughed as she kicked off the ridiculous heels and finally let go of the wrap which was protecting her sense of modesty.
“Happy, Nymph?”
Ami nodded and moved to wrap her arms around Zoi, leaning against his chest.
“The day’s not over yet.”
Ami blinked as she looked up to him. “It’s not?”
“No… it’s not.” He leaned down and planted a kiss soundly on her lips, eliciting a squeal from her.
He held her and the kiss for a moment and then gently pushed her away. It took everything he had not to laugh at her as she blinked up at him in confusion. He caught her hand before she could feel rejected, and gently lead her into the bedroom.
Ami blinked. She looked around the room and blinked. There were white roses and blue delphinium in vases all over the room, white rose petals spread over the sheets which were a deep blue, and she guessed, silk.
As she looked over the room, he picked up one stalk of delphinium, caressing her cheek with the soft blue petals. “Happy Birthday, Ami.”