A/N: This story is written in Makoto's POV.

I don't own Sailor Moon or any characters therein, I'm just using them for my own evil and sadistic pleasure. :)

WARNING: LEMON! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE HOT GIRL ON GIRL ACTION! Or are just too young. And keep both hands on the keyboard at all times please. ;) Mild swearing.

Dedicated to MY Minako. :)

My Unrequited Love

by Steel Flint

My attention drifts to the window of the café next to me as the other girls chat around me. They're talking about boys again. I sigh softly, nearly inaudibly. Usually I take great interest in this topic, but today I don't feel up to it.

'You don't want to lie to them any more..' a voice inside my head corrects me. I ignore it, something I've gotten very good at. What can I say? I've had practice. As an excuse to get out of 'scoping out great guys', as Minako calls it, I claim to have too much homework tonight to have time. Which is true enough. I DO have a lot of homework (bleah, I hate math), I just hadn't planned on doing it all tonight.

Fortunately though, the other girls bought my story and left me alone. That's what they're talking about right now, by the way. Boys. Minako's spotted another 'cutie' and she and Rei are not-quite-discreetly staring at him. Ami tells them to wipe their chins and they have the decency to look sheepish.

Usagi is busy wolfing down the food she ordered and occasionally tossing out the odd comment about Mamoru. But like I said, I'm not really listening. My attention goes back to the window and the bright blue sky. There isn't a cloud to be seen, but I know there's a big storm coming. Even before I became Sailor Jupiter I could always sense when it was going to rain.

'Residual effects of our Sailor Power' Ami calls it, who always seems to know when it's going to snow. Rei can predict the hottest days of the year and Usagi can pinpoint high and low tides almost to the minute. It's kinda freaky.

I'm not really sure what Minako's power is though.. Being the Sailor of Love, I assume it has something to do with the heart, but what, I'm really not sure. She's never actually said.

Suddenly a warm hand touches the cool skin of my arm and I jump. Turning back toward the others, I realize they're all staring at me. I guess I had let my attention wander a bit too far. I blush with embarrassment. "Uhm.. what?" I ask. Apparently someone had just said something to me.

"Are you alright Mako-chan?" Minako asks me. That's her hand on my arm. The sensation sends shivers though me, but I ignore them. I've gotten good at that too.

Smiling, I nod. "Yeah, I'm alright. Guess my attention wandered a bit farther than I'd intended." I admit, looking sheepish. I lean forward to take a sip of my drink through it's long green straw. It takes me a moment to realize that Minako's hand is still on my arm. Looking up, my green eyes meet soft blue ones. Minako's giving me a worried look. As are the others.

"I'm fine, really!" I laugh a bit to try and reassure them. That seems to satisfy Ami, Rei and Usagi, for they go back to their previous conversation, but Minako's still touching me. "Really." I say to her, smiling more. "A storm's coming, that's all." She gazes at me a moment longer, as if making sure. Then she silently nods and turns back to her own drink, her hand sliding off my arm as she does so.

I sadly watch it go, but quickly turn back to the remains of my half forgotten meal. Hopefully she hadn't noticed that. I pick at what's left of my curry, still not really listening to their conversation. Which is why, I suppose, it surprised me when everyone started getting up to leave. Guess I missed their decision to depart.

I toss in my portion for the tab and add to the tip pile before getting up with everyone else. Once standing, I stretch out my tall form and yawn hugely. From the corner of my eye I think I see Minako staring at me, but when I turn, she's merely checking her hair in the mirror behind me. Darn.

I sigh softly to myself as I file along with the others, weaving in between tables toward the door. I should've known she was only looking at her reflection. Why would she ever look at me? She's not like that.

My long stride takes me to the door first and I hold it open for everyone else. Ami passes first, her nose in a book I don't remember her bringing. Usagi follows, stuffing her face from the dessert she ordered and had put in a doggie bag. Rei is next, looking like she's about to start another argument with Usagi, and sure enough, just outside the door Rei starts in on Usagi's eating habits. Again.

Minako is last. The skirt of her red sundress brushes against me and I inhale the scent of her perfume. 'Charlie Red'. I bought it for her last Christmas. It suits her perfectly.

After the blonde passes, I trail behind her, trying hard not to watch the way her hips move when she walks. Failing twice to do so, I hurry to walk next to her. It's easier not to stare at her when she isn't directly in my line of vision.

We fall into step together and she smiles at me. I smile back, then quickly look forward again. To my chagrin, I'm blushing. Damn I wish I could control that stupid reflex.

Wait, is it my imagination, or did Minako just giggle? I look back at her and realize she's watching Ami chaste Rei and Usagi for arguing. I should've known.

Coming to a cross street we part ways, Usagi and Minako heading for the mall, Ami to the library and Rei back to her Temple. I wave goodbye and head off down my own street toward my apartment.

A light breeze blows my ponytail around and I look up in time to see Haruka and Michiru pull up next to the curb in front of me. The wind always reminds me of the taller blonde.

I smile in greeting and walk up the convertible.

"Need a lift?" Haruka grins at me from the driver's seat. I look to Michiru, who smiles encouragingly.

"Sure." I smile again and climb into back. My seatbelt had no sooner clicked into place, than we were whizzing down the street at an undoubtedly illegal speed. Not that Haruka EVER drives the speed limit, but at least she waits for you to buckle up before tearing off into the distance.

"So what're you and the other little kittens doing today?" Haruka asks me over her shoulder, one eye on the road.

"I don't know about the others," I shrug. "but I'm going home to study."

"Oh really?" Michiru asks. Both she and Haruka are staring at me. Damn, I'm blushing again! Why do I always blush when they look at me like that?

My only response is a nod as I stare into my lap. I can see Haruka arch one eyebrow from my peripheral vision, but she doesn't comment. Why do I always get the feeling that the two of them know more about me than they're letting on?

We arrive at my apartment without incident, or further comment. I climb out of the back seat and bow to them in thanks. The pair just smiles at me before Haruka guns the motor and tears off for, I don't know where.

I stand there a moment or two on the curb, watching the yellow car get smaller and smaller before it finally turns down a side street and disappears. I lift my face to the warm sun and breathe in the damp air. That storm's getting closer, I can feel it in my gut.

The promise of rain always cheers me up, so with a small smile on my lips, I turn and head up the sidewalk into my building.

The elevator ride is as short as ever and in no time I'm standing in my kitchen, making myself some tea. After the whistle blows on the kettle, I pour myself a cup and head into the living room, sipping mildly at the hot beverage.

Ginseng. Minako bought it for me on my birthday from a Chinese grocery store. It's pretty good, and brings back fond memories of sitting with the blonde on the small balcony just behind my apartment. I usually only drink it when she's around, but today I seem to be out of all my other kinds.

Oh well, it's nice being reminded of good times. I set the cup down on the little table in the middle of the room, then head to my bedroom where my book bag sits on the floor at the foot my bed.

Retrieving it, I walk back to the living room and sit down by my cup. Homework. Bleak. Just the sound of the word makes me gag, but I resignedly open the bag and dump the contents onto the table.

Math. It's all math. Every single textbook, notebook and piece of paper has to do with math. It's going to be a long night.

I'm dreaming, but I don't realize it at the time. I'm walking down a long corridor, the marble walls and floor are the color of the deepest, purest emerald. Pushing open a pair of matching doors with intricate gold designs on both sides, I step into the throne room of the Palace on Jupiter. I'm Princess Makoto, daughter to the High King and Queen and Sailor Jupiter in Princess Usagi's court.

It's another Silver Millennium dream. Or more precisely, a memory of my past life. Currently I'm walking toward the thrones, wondering why my parents have summoned me. Some part of my consciousness realizes I'm not wearing a dress, for some reason I never am.. unless I'm in Sailor form, which currently, I do not appear to be.

I bow respectfully to my parents. "You wanted to see me?" I ask, curiously.

My mother nods to the group of people standing behind me and a little off to the side. I didn't notice them when I entered the room, since they were hidden behind a large pillar. It's the King and Queen of Venus. Mother says they're going to be visiting us for a while.

Being busy staring at their blonde daughter, I almost didn't hear my mother's words. Fortunately though, I regain enough of my composure to properly bow to them. They nod in return.

I then watch as Princess Minako asks if she can go with me and walk around the palace for a while. Nodding kindly, her mother agrees, but makes her promise to be back in time for dinner. My mother does the same.

We quickly agree, then she takes my hand and we run off, giggling as we pass through the long corridors. I know exactly where she's headed, and it isn't to 'walk around the palace'.

Within minutes we've reached my bedroom and she closes the door behind us, locking it soundly. We turn to each other and grin. It's been quite awhile since we were together last at the Moon Palace, this being a holiday and all.

Within seconds our lips have found each other's and we start kissing passionately. A thrill runs through my body at the contact, I've been waiting for this moment since we parted.

Minako starts walking backwards and I'm forced to follow, or suffer breaking the kiss, which is something I definitely don't want. Moments later, with my hands running over her slim, teenage body, she bumps into my canopy bed and we tumble down onto the comforter.

I land on her and she gives out a small "mmph!" sound from the impact. I try to pull back and make sure she's alright, but her hands are clamped on the back of my head, keeping my lips glued to hers. I guess that means she's ok. Forgetting about it as quickly as it happened, I loose myself in the sensation of her tongue roaming around in my mouth. Damn she tastes good.

I roll us over so my hands can start unzipping the pale orange dress she's wearing. She "MmmMm"s into my mouth and I respond in kind. The dress slips easily from her shoulders and my mouth trails to the creamy skin there. She makes more happy noises and we sit up so I can pull the dress down more.

She's started undoing the buttons on my shirt. We pause to kiss again then continue disrobing each other. It seems to only take seconds before our clothes are laying in piles on the floor, hastily discarded in our hurry to feel each other's skin.

Before I realize it, we're under the covers, kissing and touching everywhere we can reach. I'm kissing one of her luscious breasts while my other hand rubs over the hard, pert nipple of the other breast. Her hands are in my hair, the tie I was wearing to pull my chestnut locks back, was discarded some time ago, like the rest of our clothes.

I feel on fire. My desire for this blonde goddess rages inside me, threatening to explode in an instant. Suddenly I feel her hands pulling me back up to kiss her ruby lips. Our tongues slide out at the same moment as our arms wrap around each other.

One of my knees drops between her legs and she groans, pressing herself down on me. Her own knee comes up and it's my turn groan as we start rocking together, reaching for that mutual high...

My eyes snap open and I look around frantically, half expecting to see Minako laying underneath me. All I see instead, is the paper that's stuck to the side of my sweat drenched head. I pull it off and stare at it blankly a moment, before realizing it's the geometry paper I was working on.

I'm back home in my apartment, still sitting on the floor in the living room. I must've dozed off while I was studying. Sighing in disappointment, I stand to head for bed. The paper can wait.

I stretch and several joints pop. Must've been sitting there awhile. A glance at the clock that hangs on the wall confirms this. It's now after three am and last I knew, it wasn't quite eleven-thirty yet. The storm I predicted is in full rage outside my window.

Wow, time sure flew by. Walking stiffly, and quite squishily I realize, I move into my bedroom and undress. Sure enough, that dream had been as vivid as I'd feared. So, pulling clean pajamas from the dresser, I hop into the shower to clean up before going to bed.

There was one thing that was bugging me though. Sure I'd had dreams like that of me and Minako before, but we'd never done that in my Silver Millennium dreams. I wonder if the two are starting to mix now...