Disclaimers: Characters depicted below are the property of Naoko Takeuchi.

Further chapters depict sexual acts between two women. If this is not to your taste please find other suitable reading material. If you are a minor/and or breaking any laws kindly hit the "back" arrow. However if this is your cup of tea then by all means, enjoy! ;)

A/N: Hello readers! It feels like it's been ages since I last wrote anything. A lot has happened(perhaps that's why it feels like such a long time?), and even though I've been wanting to write it's been somewhat difficult for me. Tonight I can't sleep and so here is a short little piece I am sharing. I hope you enjoy it.

Dedicated to ReaderMarz. ;)

Diary:Part One

12/16/20xx

Love of mine, do you know?

Do you ever wonder why, in the midst of a perfectly innocent conversation I have to shift my gaze? To look at the floor, my hands, the wall directly behind you; that patch of wall located in the space about your shoulders and below your ears. Averting my gaze to anywhere but your shining emerald eyes and your laughing mouth with its pink-tinted lips. While the blood rushes to my cheeks I attempt to regulate my breathing to prevent my breath from leaving this pale body in harsh little pants as the urge to caress your slender neck overtakes me.

Every day that urge grows stronger. And every night, in the safety of my bed I dream of you in all the ways one could possibly dream. In my arms, you are above me; sweetly serious in your exploration of my body. Or below me your autumn hair loose and flowing on my pillow; your brilliant tresses muted in the dark, your bronzed skin contrasting sharply against my white sheets. Your eyes squeezed shut as I pleasure you as best as I can with my inexperienced hands and mouth.

I dream of you in all the ways possible and my heart races while it simultaneously aches for you.

Makoto slapped the diary shut but it was too late. Her eyes had quickly wandered over the sentences following the neat characters of Ami's handwriting. They grew wide with wonder as the words sunk into her consciousness. Guilt gnawed at her for glancing at Ami's personal confession. It didn't matter that the small green notebook had fallen, open and page up, the words staring her in the face, daring her. Once she caught sight of one word her eyes had greedily, unconsciously gobbled up the next word and the next until they formed sentences. They brought to light a side of Ami no one else was aware existed. Oh, but that was wrong, Makoto corrected herself, she knew all of the senshi were that way. No matter how close their bonds, they all hid parts of themselves; those particular pieces reserved only for a lover to see.

It was an unexpectedly cold day out and blue-haired woman had extended an invitation of hot tea which Makoto had gladly accepted not more than ten minutes ago. She pushed the book back under Ami's pillow quickly, tugging the sheets taut as they had been before she sat down on the mattress. She found herself a spot on the floor next to the small table and made herself comfortable there instead. What on earth had possessed her to sit on Ami's bed anyway?

Makoto didn't give herself time to think of the answer. Those words, those words. Once they were seen they could not be unseen.

The breath in her chest felt shallow, the room felt too warm and she imagined herself striding to Ami's window, quickly opening it and sticking her head out into the coolness. She needed to get away, she needed time to think, because the woman Ami described was all too familiar.

Too late—Ami was back with the tea, a sweetly unassuming smile on her face.

I'm so screwed!

A/N: This isn't the end of course, I will be adding more very soon. And after that I hope to get back into the swing of things with Verdantia and Cute and Misunderstood. Thank you all so much for your patience!

Reviews are ALWAYS appreciated!