With All of My Heart

Ami and Nephrite sat on the sofa in the living room together after everything in the kitchen and dining room had been taken care of. Nephrite had little interest in what was on the television, but Ami wanted to watch the news, and he had no problems with sitting with her while she did so.

Neither of them said much to their respective groups of friends, or whatever, about their relationship. They weren't trying to keep it a secret exactly, but didn't feel it necessary to bring it out and into the open either. As far as Ami was concerned, Makoto's wedding was fast approaching and she didn't want to take any of the spotlight away from her. Nephrite's reasons were a bit more complicated.

Of the Shitennou, Nephrite seemed to be the one who had the easiest time dealing with his time in the Dark Kingdom. Perhaps it was because he had spent the least amount of time in it. Whatever the reason, the fact was that he often thought of those times, and specifically of when Mercury had also been a resident.

She had no memory of that time, only the knowledge that she had been turned for a short while. Nephrite had made the mistake of mentioning it once, and he never wanted to see that kind of pained expression on Ami's face ever again. It hurt her, but at the same time, that was when Nephrite had started to develop feelings for the Senshi. He never understood them at the time, but they had caused him to jump in and defend her from Kunzite shortly after the spell had been broken.

And there was another complication, Kunzite. Nephrite knew that Kunzite had been attracted to her back then, anyone with two eyes and half a brain could see that. He had made no mention of her since they had taken up human lives, but that didn't mean he didn't still want her. Nephrite had no intentions of taking this public while he lived in Kunzite's house, just to be on the safe side.

“Look! It's Minako's tour in Europe!” Ami's exclamation drew him from his thoughts. Her friends were so important to her, just the opposite of Nephrite. He could hardly use that term to describe any other the people he lived with. They certainly didn't do anything together that friends seemed to do. Jadeite kept to himself, Zoisite stayed with his piano except for when he was in Kunzite's bed, and now his Master's as well, apparently. Nephrite considered himself closer to Mamoru than to any of the others. Besides the subconscious desire to keep Mamoru from harm, Nephrite had no memory of his past life. He was also the only one of the four who had been able to switch from referring to him as “Master” when he asked.

“Have you been talking to her lately?” Nephrite asked. The girl that had been Sailor Venus was prancing around on the stage in one of those silly little outfits of hers.

Ami nodded, “we email each other mostly. She's hoping to get some time off before Mako-chan's wedding to help out, but will be there for the ceremony at very least.”

The fact that that idiot Motoki was getting married still made Nephrite shake his head. Mamoru would be acting as Best Man, but Motoki had asked Nephrite to be one of the Groomsmen as well. He wasn't really sure what that meant, but Ami had suggested that he accept.

The TV flicked off and Ami gave a little stretch. “There's nothing really on TV right now, but it's too early to go to bed,” she said, looking at him with a little smile. Was that supposed to be a hint of some kind? Nephrite swallowed nervously. Women were so hard to read at times, and he didn't want to go too far with her unless she wanted to. Did she want to?

Nephrite turned his head to look at Ami. She was smiling and raised her eyebrows, as if asking him if he was going to take her invitation. Would it be acceptable to ask her how far she wanted to go? The intricacies of these things were very much beyond him.

Before he could think much more about it, they were kissing. Had she started it or had he? Nephrite hadn't noticed. He brought his hands to her waist and she wrapped hers around his shoulders. This wasn't the first time they had kissed, but it was the first time that they would be taking it farther than that. Damn it, what did she want exactly? Asking would spoil the mood, wouldn't it?

Ami started to shift her weight down sofa a bit and then lay down. Nephrite broke the kiss and hesitated. He had to move out of the way to give Ami the room she needed, but now he didn't know what to do himself. Should he...

“What's wrong?” Ami asked, and then brought a hand to her mouth in shock. “Oh God, I just assumed you wanted to! If you don't...”

“No, I do!” Nephrite blurted out without thinking. “I mean, not that...” He closed his eyes to try and figure out the exact words to say. “I do want this,” he said slowly, “but I'm... I'm scared that I'll go farther than you want.”

That sounded about right. Nephrite opened his eyes again, and looked back down at Ami, who was still lying back on the sofa. She was smiling softly and grabbed one of his hands in hers.

“I honestly don't know how much I want... I've never done this before. But as long as we go slow, I'll tell you when I don't want to go farther.”

Nephrite could feel the relief wash through him. Thankfully at least one of them was good at the whole talking thing. He smiled as he looked her over, once again taking in the curves of her body. He slowly let his hand slide down her side, the dip of her waist, all the way to the hem of her skirt before traveling up again. His fingers just grazed over the side of her breast on the trip back up, and then he leaned down and kissed her again.

Figuring out just how to share the sofa with her without completely crushing her took some thought, but eventually they managed to share the small space well enough facing each other on their sides.

Their slow, deep kisses continues, and Nephrite's hands began to explore her back, and moved over the curve of her rear as well. He loved how she felt, and it felt so good to finally be able to do this with her.

His hands traveled up her back and he felt the clasp of her bra through her shirt. 'Slow down,' he reminded himself, and tried to keep satisfied with exploring the territory he had already conquered.

A bit to Nephrite's surprise, Ami found his hand with hers and gently guided him to her breasts. They were still covered by her blouse and bra, but he could still feel how soft they were under all that fabric. He kneaded one and then moved to the next. Ami moaned happily into his mouth. Her hands had been exploring his body as well, but he had been paying much more attention to hers.

Ami broke their kiss and looked into his eyes as she undid the first couple buttons on her shirt. Happy to help in removing the garment, Nephrite took over and finished the remaining ones and then helped Ami wiggle out of the shirt. Nephrite hoped that she didn't mind that he just tossed it behind him somewhere.

She wore a plain white bra, simple, yet still incredibly sexy on her. Ami didn't seem to mind giving him a moment to gaze at her chest before pulling him in for a kiss again. It was so difficult now to not undo the clasp and toss the bra to meet the lonely shirt on the floor. It looked good on her, but it would look better off.

His hands found the clasp again and paused as he waited permission. “Go ahead,” Ami whispered. Nephrite didn't need to be told twice. He figured out the hooks quickly and then backed away once more to help Ami out of it again.

Her breasts look perfect to him. Not overly large, but he had no problems with that. Her nipples had hardened after being exposed to the air, and perhaps for other reasons as well. He brought his hands back to them and gently played with them again, much happier now that they were free from their coverings.

Instead of meeting her lips again, Nephrite decided to try kissing her neck instead. This was met with ready acceptance and Ami sighed happily and tilted her head away to give him better access. Slowly, or at least he tried to move slowly, Nephrite worked his way down her neck, over her collarbone and towards the breasts he so desperately wanted to taste now. Ami didn't protest, and in fact encouraged him as he got closer to his goal.

They both moaned when he took one nipple into his mouth and suckled gently on it. One of Ami's hands found the back of his head, giving him more unspoken permission. Despite the longing he currently had between his legs, he was quite content to stay here for a while.

Lazily his hands continued to roam over Ami's body, this time traveling further down her bare legs. As they made the trip back up, he hooked a finger on the hem of her skirt and slowly began to drag it upwards. Ami's hand stopped him.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized immediately, looking up at her from her chest.

Ami shook her head, “I got nervous suddenly,” she explained.

Nephrite was certainly disappointed, but he tried to keep that out of his voice and off his face. “We don't have to go any further,” he offered.

She looked thoughtful, “I know it's silly...” she said quietly.

Nephrite shuffled himself back up the couch a bit so that he was eye level with her again. “It's not silly,” he said, “there is nothing wrong with not going past this point.” Ami looked unconvinced, and so Nephrite continued. “I am more than happy with this already, so don't feel that you need to please me any. But do know that I won't do anything to you that would hurt you.”

“I know,” she replied. “We can go a bit further, but not too much further.”

Nephrite nodded, but wanted clarification. “Can I touch you? There?”

Slowly, obviously still thinking, Ami nodded her head. A blush was appearing on her cheeks now as well.

Decided that because it was rather warm, and also to help even the score, he pulled his shirt off before returning his attention to Ami's body. He kissed her again and her hands began to explore his back and chest now that they were bare. Nephrite left one hand wrapped around and under Ami in a half-hug and let the other one travel back to her breasts again. He wanted her to feel a bit more comfortable with him, and it did seem to be working.

His hand left her breast and traveled down her stomach next, moving over it gradually and then he was back at the skirt. He rubbed the side of her leg for a moment before making a second attempt at getting underneath it. Ami didn't protest this time, but she did pause in kissing him.

Nephrite let the fingers of his hand travel up Ami's thigh and hip, staying to the outside for now. He felt the fabric of her panties then, felt like plain cotton, and he bet that they were white as well.

His hand traveled across her lower stomach and then to the other thigh, slowly zeroing in on his target. Ami's breathing was a bit heavier now, probably a combination of arousal and nervousness. He watched her face intently as he inched his fingers up the inside of her legs and then over the warmth between them.

Ami let out a stuttered breath as Nephrite lightly rubbed her though the thin cotton. He felt the nub of her clit and allowed a bit more pressure there. Ami's eyes were shut tight as Nephrite continued his ministrations, eventually feeling the wetness of her arousal through the fabric.

He decided to take a bit of a risk and slipped his hand into her panties. She didn't mind at all, and in fact moaned quite contently at this. She was quite wet, and Nephrite let a finger slide into the slit of her labia, but not into her completely. His thumb continued to work that little nub of pleasure.

Ami whimpered something about it feeling good, and Nephrite smiled to himself. He kept in mind that she was a virgin, but figured that one finger probably wouldn't hurt.

He moved slowly and deliberately, ready to pull away at the moment that Ami either told him to or experienced any kind of discomfort. Neither happened, and in fact, Ami seemed to rather enjoy the sensation now. Her hips began to rock under their own volition and Nephrite used the rhythm that she set to continue delivering the pleasure she was feeling.

Her grip around his back began to tighten, as well the walls around his finger followed suit. Nephrite kept pace with her as she picked up speed, chasing after the climax that Nephrite was very ready to give her.

Ami whispered his name once, and then her nails dug into his back as she contracted and released around his finger in orgasm. She keep her voice quiet as she rode out the waves of pleasure and Nephrite smiled, quiet please with himself.

“You liked that?” he asked when she finally began to release him from her death grip.

“I didn't know it could feel so good,” she said, almost too quiet for Nephrite to hear.

Nephrite kissed her forehead, finally drawing his hand away from between her legs. He almost laughed when it became obvious that she was going to fall asleep. “Would you like me to carry you back to your bedroom, or do you want the sofa tonight?” he asked.

“Hm?” Ami asked, opening her eyes a bit. “Oh, right, I'm sorry.” She pushed herself off the sofa and then paused. “Oh God, I didn't do anything for you!”

Nephrite shook his head. “Don't worry about it. You're tired, and there's always another time.” Sure, it would have been even better if he could have gotten off, but this was more than he had asked for to begin with. “Let's get you to bed.”

Nephrite helped gather her clothing and then followed her to the bedroom. “There are blankets in the closet,” she said as she took her clothing back from him. “I can help you.”

“That's fine. Get some sleep.”

Ami smiled and kissed him good night. “Thank you, for that,” Ami said quietly, “it was amazing.”

Nephrite wrapped his arms around her waist. “That was only the beginning.”