Something Special
-by: the Yarnspinner-
the_yarnspinner@yahoo.com
A Sekkushiaru Roman
featuring characters from the anime "Sailor Moon"

        The train slowed as it entered the station, finally coming to a stop. Ami looked up from her book, a text on microbiology, and switched off her portable CD player, which had been playing soft classical music to mask the background noises of the train. Rising from her seat, she grabbed her bag and joined the throng leaving the train. On the platform, she was met by a gust of cold air, a trace of the snow that had fallen only that morning. She pulled her coat tighter and walked into the station. The sea of humanity, with its many swirling currents and eddies, that filled the station made it difficult for her to find her way. Finally, she made her way outside, reaching the street just as a taxi pulled up to the curb. She quickly waved her hand.
        "Cab, miss?" the driver asked.
        "Yes," she said, climbing in. She gave him an address.
        "Right away," the driver replied, switching on his meter and pulling out into traffic. "Terrible weather for travel, isn't it?"
        She simply nodded, turning back to her book. The driver turned his attention to the snowy roads, leaving her in peace. She must have lost track of time, for she was vaguely aware of the cab having stopped again, and the driver now saying something. She looked up uncertainly.
        "I said we're here, miss," he repeated. "This is the address you gave me."
        She looked up at the two-story house, large by Japanese standards, sitting behind a wrought-iron fence and a narrow, snow-covered yard. "Oh, yes. Thank you."
        After paying the driver, she took her bag and climbed out of the cab.
        "Mind your step, miss," the driver called. "We've had quite a dumping of snow over the past several days. Wouldn't want you to come all this way only to hurt yourself."
        "Thank you," she nodded.
        Her boots crunched in the snow as she stepped onto the sidewalk and headed for the path to the front door. There were several centimeters of fresh snow on the path from what had fallen that morning. She mounted the front step with care, finding it indeed to be slippery. Reaching the door, she pulled from her pocket the key Ryo had sent her. The door opened easily and she stepped inside, carefully brushing the snow from her boots before slipping them off and hanging up her coat.
        The house was dark in the fading afternoon light, except for a single lamp in one corner that appeared to be on a timer. She made her way past the kitchen and dining room to the stairs. Upstairs, she quickly found Ryo's room, setting her bag down on his bed. Opening his closet, she soon made room for her clothes and unpacked. She then undressed, pulling off her sweater, her turtleneck shirt, her pants, her socks, and finally her bra and panties. Wrapping herself up in her robe, she sat on Ryo's bed and resumed reading her book.
        About thirty minutes later, Ami heard noises outside. Getting up, she looked out the window to see Ryo walking along the sidewalk with several friends. She watched with relief to see that they were not joining him as Ryo turned up the walk.

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        Ryo slipped his key into the lock and opened the door. He'd been having a strange feeling all day that something was about to happen. His visions had been clouded with images of Ami, which he was sure was simply because he hadn't seen her for several months and missed her terribly. Now that it was approaching New Year's, and his parents were away, he was particularly lonely.
        He stepped inside and switched on the light. It was then that he noticed the coat and boots in the entry.
        "Hello?" he called.
        Turning on more lights, he briefly considered calling one of the neighbors or the police. He was still getting no image other than Ami. A quick inspection showed no other signs of anyone downstairs. Likewise, his father's file cabinets and computer were undisturbed, as was his mother's good crystal.
        He made his way quietly upstairs, where he could now see a light shining under the door of his room. Once more, he tried to focus his psychic sense. Only Ami.
        Pushing the door open, his breath caught at what he saw. Ami lay on his bed, completely naked, a bright smile on her face and her eyes aglow with love.
        "Ami!" he gasped.
        "Hello, my love," she said softly. "Won't you join me, or are you just going to stand there?"
        "Ami," he repeated, hardly able to believe his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
        "Isn't it obvious? What happened to the genius I fell in love with?"
        He stepped into the room, quickly pulling his sweater off.
        "Now you're getting the idea," she said, standing up to take hold of his shirt.
        "How long are you here for, my darling?" he asked as she pulled off his shirt.
        She pressed her lips to his. "Ooooh, you're cold! I think we could both do with a warm shower," she said. "I'm staying for several days. I have to be back when classes resume."
        He kissed her in return. "That's wonderful. I've missed you so much."
        "And I've missed you," she said, unfastening his pants and sliding them down.
        He quickly stepped out of his pants and pulled off his socks.
        Ami stroked the bulging form of his erection with a fingertip. She then grasped the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. As he stepped out of them, she rubbed her hand over his penis.
        "Oh, Ami," he sighed.
        "I take it you like my surprise."
        "Oh, yes. Definitely," he said.
        She stood back up and kissed him deeply, their bodies pressing together tightly. When they separated she took his hand and led him into the bathroom, where she turned on the shower. They stepped into the warm spray, and she ran her hands all over his body.
        "Ami, this is so nice," he said.
        "I agree," she said softly. "When I heard you'd be all alone for New Year's, I wanted to come up. Finally I got my mother to agree to it."
        "She knows what you here for?" he asked.
        "Not everything," she said. "She knows I'm visiting you. That's all."
        He embraced her tightly, letting the warm water wash over them both. "Oh, gods! I love you so much," he said.
        She kissed him, her tongue sliding deep into his mouth. "And I love you."
        He took the soap in his hands and began lovingly going over every bit of her body. Feeling her nipples aroused to firm points, he carefully traced them with his fingertips, then spread the lather over her breasts. Moving down, he swept across the blue-black hair covering her mound and slid a hand between her legs.
        "Oooh," she gasped as he stroked her soft folds.
        He crouched down and ran his hands and the soap over her legs, before standing up again to do her bottom and her back. She stepped into the spray to rinse herself off, then took the soap from his hand.
        "My turn," she said with a grin.
        He smiled as her hands swept over his chest, then down across his abdomen. She took her time going over his aroused manhood and sac, drawing several passionate moans from him. As he had done with her, she then swept her hands down over his legs. Standing up again, she grasped his bottom and pulled him close, reveling in the feel of his erect penis against her abdomen. After pausing to enjoy this, she ran the soap up across his back. Putting the soap aside, she helped him rinse himself off.
        "I really like taking showers with you," she sighed.
        "Yes. It's so much nicer than taking one alone," he agreed.
        He turned off the water, and they stepped out to begin drying themselves off.
        "Should we be thinking about dinner?" he suggested.
        "Later," she replied. "Right now, I want to make up for some lost time, my love."
        Her hand stroked the full length of his manhood.
        "Oohh," he sighed. "I think I could live with that."
        Discarding their towels, they returned to his bedroom, pulled back the sheet and blanket, and fell onto the bed. In a tight embrace, their lips quickly came together and their tongues probed deeply. He reached down and pulled the blanket back up over them, while her hand found his penis and stroked it repeatedly. Leaning closer, he kissed her.
        While she continued to caress his hardened member, his hand slid between her legs and his fingers quickly found her jewel.
        "Oh, Ryo! Yes!" she gasped, as his fingertips rubbed over her jewel.
        With a slow and steady pace, he brushed his fingers over her aroused pleasure point, hearing her soft gasps and cries as she was swept ever higher. Finally, he shifted himself down a bit in the bed, and slid two fingers deep inside her moist womanhood.
        "Oh, yes!" she cried.
        He pushed his fingers in and out, caressing her there. At the same time, his thumb took up the stroking of her jewel.
        Ami felt herself on fire, as sharp waves of pleasure radiated outward from between her legs. Higher and higher she soared, dimly aware of him also kissing her breasts. She lost all track of time, gasping and crying repeatedly, before she finally soared to climax.
        He withdrew his hand, then slid back up to kiss her lips. Holding her tightly, he felt an incredible joy just to be with her again. He could see the same happiness in her eyes.
        They continued to kiss, tongues probing deeply. With each minute, their hunger and longing grew stronger.
        "Ryo, please," she cried.
        "Oh yes, Ami," he whispered, reaching for a condom.
        She immediately stopped him. "You don't need that. I just finished my cycle, and I want to do it without one."
        He hesitated, but feeling no caution from his psychic sense, tossed the condom aside and rolled on top of her. Their lips came together. She slid her hands to his hips, pushing upward on him as he moved his throbbing member into her.
        "Oh, yes," she groaned, feeling him slide deep inside her. This was a sensation she had truly missed.
        "Ami," he gasped, able to feel much more distinctly the pressure of her muscles on his member, and the warm moistness of her womanhood. He struggled to hold himself back against an initial surge.
        They quickly fell into a fast, steady rhythm, plunging his shaft into her again and again. Her hands slid up his back and their lips pressed together.
        She felt the waves of pleasure shooting through her, even more intensely than she had remembered. Holding him tightly, she never wanted to let him go as his warm mass filled her up.
        "Oh, yes... Ryo... Oh, yes!" she cried.
        His moans and gasps were increasingly breathless as their pace grew faster. He felt his member throbbing still harder, knowing he was fast approaching the brink. Her own cries and movements indicated she was nearly there too. Each thrust grew more forceful and they both cried out with joy.
        "Oh, yes! YES!!" she cried, as she was swept to orgasm.
        He gasped wordlessly as his own body thrust forward in climax, his seed pouring from his member deep into her.
        They both gasped for breath as their bodies fell limp, spent from their passion. He raised his head and kissed her.
        "Ami, I love you," he whispered.
        "I love you," she answered. "And I love being with you."
        They embraced tightly, the force of their embrace trying to make up for months of separation. Finally, they kissed once more, and he slipped himself out of her. They snuggled together under the blanket, simply enjoying being together.
        It was some time before they stirred, each pulling on a bathrobe.
        "Now I could think about some dinner," she said.
        He nodded. "Mom left me all sorts of prepared dinners. They just need to be heated. I guess she figures I can't handle a cookbook. But at least they're there. And the storm has made delivery rather chancy."
        "That sounds fine," she said. "I just like the thought of a quiet dinner together, my love."
        "How about dessert?" he asked.
        "Well, that's certainly nice too," she admitted with a giggle.
        Hand in hand, they headed down to the kitchen.

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NOTE: Another somewhat shorter one, and my only yarn so far that is truly seasonal. Sometimes inspiration just strikes and it doesn't always have to lead to an epic. Special thanks to my partner, Hopeless Romantic, who helps with the inspiration.

Always remember, good gentles, that a yarnspinner works from and within existing legends and stories. The characters of "Sailor Moon" belong to others. In spinning my yarns, I do not seek to infringe on their rights of ownership, but merely to join with other fans to spread the legend still further. "The moonlight carries a message of love." Enjoy.