'TIS THE SEASON #2: AMY
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

by Sailor Mac
	"Mom! Where are we keeping the Christmas tree stand?"
	Amy called down from the attic after fruitlessly searching for the object
for a good 20 minutes. She'd found everything else they needed - ornaments,
strings of lights, special holiday knickknacks - but not that.
	"Oh, honey, I don't even think it went upstairs," Dr. Anderson replied.
"Try looking in the back porch."
	Amy brought down the last of the boxes of decorations and set them on the
floor next to the attic steps. "My," her mother said, "we're going for the
deluxe decorating this year! I don't think we've used that Christmas
candlestick set in ten years!"
	Amy blushed. She wanted the house to look extra-good that year, because
her mother had invited Adam to stay with them. "Since he has no family of
his own," she'd said, "we'll be his family."
	"Well," Amy said, "I just want the place to look nice."
	"I'm sure you do, dear. Now, let's find that stand. . ."
	Two hours later, the living room had been transformed from a nice suburban
dwelling to a winter wonderland. Mother and daughter sat side-by-side to
survey their handiwork.
	"It looks wonderful, honey," Dr. Anderson said. "Best Christmas decorating
we've ever done, if I do say so myself!"
	"Mom. . .thank you so much for inviting Adam. This really, really means a
lot to me."
	Dr. Anderson got up off the floor and started walking slowly toward the
fireplace. Oh no, Amy thought, has she changed her mind? Is Adam not going
to stay with us?
	"Amy. . .I guess this is a good time to bring up something I wanted to
talk to you about. We're going to have a second guest over the holidays."
	"A second guest? Who?"
	Her mother idly played with a holly garland hung on the mantle. "Well, you
know that I've been. . .friendly with Richard Stanley, right? We've decided
that we're going to take our relationship to. . .the next level, and
spending the holidays together was a way to start. . ."
	Amy felt her blood turn to ice. She knew her mother had been seeing that
man, whose accounting office was in the same office complex as hers.
	Why did the idea of her mother getting serious with him fill her with
shock and horror?
	She's never dated anyone seriously since she and my father got divorced,
she thought.
	Somehow, she managed to say, "That's. . .that's great. I'm really happy
for you, Mom."
	"I'm glad you understand. It's a very big step for me, as you might
imagine. . .but it's a step I feel ready to take."
	You're ready, Amy thought. . .but am *I* ready for you to take it?
	Slowly, she dragged herself to her feet. "I'm going to go upstairs, Mom. .
.I have some schoolwork to do."
	"That's my Amy. Little Miss Achievement." They embraced. "But remember,
dear. . .all work and no play!"
	"I'll remember, Mom."
	She went up to her room, sat at her desk, and grabbed at her books as if
they were life preservers. I have to lose myself in books and words and
cold hard facts, she thought.  I can't allow myself to think, can't allow
myself to feel. . .
	Amy immersed herself entirely in her work until it was time to go to bed.
But when she climbed under the covers, she realized she couldn't keep her
feelings at bay any longer. Her stomach was churning with mixed emotions,
and she had a *very* hard time falling asleep.
* * *
	She didn't know how she managed to stay awake in class the next day.
Afterward, she headed to Adam's for a study session.
	He greeted her at the door with a kiss. "Hey, Girl Genius. Another stellar
day at school?"
	"I guess."
	"You. . .guess?"
	She sat down on the couch and began removing books from her bag. Sticking
out of one of them was a history test, graded 100%. Now Adam began to get
worried. If Amy didn't proudly announce a perfect score on a test. .
.something was wrong.
	"Amy? Are you feeling okay?"
	"Oh, sure, sure, I'm fine. . .never felt better." She buried her nose in a
biology text. . .and within two minutes, she flopped over on the couch,
sound asleep.
	Okay, Adam thought. She *could* have pulled an all-nighter studying for
that test, and that's why she's so tired and listless today. . .but I know
my Amy better than that. That look in her eyes, that sad, shadowed look. .
.
	He just let her sleep. About an hour later, she stirred and started to
awaken. He put his own book down and sat on the floor next to the couch.
	"Hey," he said.
	"Hmm. . .I must have dozed off. . ."
	"And a lovely sight you were." He took her hand in both of his. "Amy, do
you want to talk about it?"
	"I was just tired, that's all. There's nothing bothering me."
	"Look me in the eyes and say that."
	She tried. She couldn't.
	"Is it something to do with Sailor Scout business, Amy?"
	"No, nothing like that. It's. . ." She wondered if she should tell him.
Will he think it's childish of me to feel like this? she thought.
	He kissed her. "Whatever it is. . .you can tell me."
	She took a deep breath. "All right. It's about my mother. She's found
someone, and they're getting serious. And. . .he's spending the holidays
with us."
	"Are you worried that I'll be uncomfortable with that? Amy, nothing could
be further from the truth! I'll be glad to spend the holidays getting to
know him!"
	"No, no, it's not that! It's. . ." She stat up and folded her hands,
looking down at them. "My parents got divorced when I was eight years old.
She hasn't dated anyone seriously since then. I know that my parents are
both happy with their lives now, but. . .somewhere, in the back of my mind,
I never gave up hoping that they'd get back together someday. And this. .
.this makes it so final that that will never happen." Tears formed in her
eyes. "Does that sound childish?"
	He drew her into his arms. "Oh, sweetheart. . .of course it doesn't. There
isn't a child of divorce on this planet who hasn't felt that way at one
time or another. It's a big adjustment for both of you."
	"I know I want her to be happy, but the idea of some stranger coming into
our house. . .the same house where we lived with my father. . ."
	"Amy, I don't think your mother would take this step if she didn't feel
that things were going to work out. Your mother is a smart, sharp woman. ..
just like her daughter. She wouldn't allow herself to get into a bad
relationship, and she *sure* wouldn't bring you into it."
	She buried her face in his shoulder, taking comfort in the feel of his
arms around her. I almost never let my guard down like this, she thought,
but with him, I feel so safe, so loved. . .
	He stroked her hair. "It's hard, I know," he said. "Change always is. But
we have to let go of the past if we're going to move on to the future. . ."
He chuckled. "Just listen to me. . .I think somebody gave me corny pills."
	She laughed, and it was a beautiful sound to him. "It was corny. . .but it
was also true."
	If you only knew, Adam, she thought. If you only knew the past you had
left behind you. . .but you made a fresh start. You and I made a new start
together.
	"My mother deserves to be happy. She deserves to be as happy. . .as you've
made me."
	"Oh, baby. . .you've made me the happiest man on earth." He held her
tighter. "You're everything to me, you know that."
	"Yes, my love. . .you're everything to me, as well. . ." Suddenly, she
caught sight of her watch. "Oh, Gods! Look at the time! I'm behind on my
biology homework. . ." She reached down and grabbed her book off the floor
and started to read. . .but still leaning heavily on his shoulder.
	He picked up his own book and draped his arm around her. Amy was Amy
again. Everything was going to be just fine.
* * *
	Adam arrived at her house around eight on Christmas Eve. She greeted him
at the door with a big kiss, taking his bag. "I'll put this in the guest
room."
	"Hmm, so that's where I'm *officially* staying. . ."
	She blushed deeply, hoping her mother wouldn't notice the color flooding
her cheeks. She made a pitstop in the bathroom to splash some cold water on
her face before coming downstairs.
	"Beautiful decorations," he said. "And an impressive pile of presents as well!"
	"I have *no* idea what's in that big box over there with my name on it."
	"Oh, I do. . ."
	"You do? Come on, give me a hint. . ."
	"Nope. No hints. Your mother made me swear on your head I wouldn't say a
word." He pulled her closer and whispered, "I'm going to give you *my*
present later. . .when we're all alone."
	Their lips met, and the kiss was sweet at first, then quickly deepened.
She moaned softly in her throat as his tongue began to stroke hers. . .
	Then, the door opened and her mother came in. Amy and Adam broke apart
quickly, and Amy could feel the blush staining her cheeks again.
	"Merry Christmas!" Dr. Anderson said. "Amy, Adam. . .this is Richard."
	A very handsome, distinguished-looking man a bit older than Amy's mother
came into the house. "Hello," he told them. "It's a pleasure to finally
meet you both. Laura talks about you all the time." He held out his hand,
and both Amy and Adam shook it.
	"We're pleased to meet you too," Adam said.
	So this is the man who's stolen my mother's heart, Amy thought. He has a
kind face, a warm smile and a gentle voice. . .
	Something instinctively told her that this was someone she could get to
like. A lot.
	"Hi," Amy said. "Welcome to our home."
* * *
	The four of them settled into the kitchen and shared a pot of coffee. Amy
soon found out that her first impressions were correct. Richard was very
warm, open and easy to talk to.
	"Laura tells me that you both want to follow her into the medical
profession," he said to Amy and Adam.
	"It's what I've wanted to do as long as I can remember," Amy said. "I
never even thought about doing something else."
	"Same here," said Adam. If I ever wanted to do anything else during those
lost years, those years I can't remember, he thought, it doesn't matter
now. My life began when Amy came into it.
	"Have you given any thought to your specialties?"
	"I want to be a pediatrician," Amy said. "I like kids and I get along well
with them."
	"I'd like to go into cardiology," Adam said. "In fact, I kind of got into
a small tiff with one of my classmates the other day over that. . .he said
that people go into cardiology because they have God complexes and like
bringing people back from the brink of death. But I never felt that way. I
want to give people hope when the situation seems hopeless."
	"Very well said," Richard replied.
	"I think that's the reason anyone goes into the medical profession," said
Amy's mother. "To be able to give help to the people who need it the most."
	"Well," said Richard, "I don't know if I'm exactly helping the needy. .
.all I know is when tax time comes around, there's as much screaming and
crying in my office as there is in any ER!"
	Everyone at the table laughed. He fits right into our family, Amy thought,
as if he were one of us all along. . .just like Adam did.
	They continued to chat happily for hours. He seemed genuinely interested
in Amy's tales of school and her friends. The one awkward moment came when
Richard asked how Amy and Adam had met. Amy felt her heart speed up, her
head filling with an image of herself waking Adam from the magical sleep he
had been sunk into by General Wotite. . .
	Then, she heard Adam saying, "Her friend Serena is going out with my
friend Darien. We met through them."
	Amy smiled. "Yes, that's right," she said. "And I'll always be grateful to
them." I wonder if he really thinks that's how it happened, she thought. .
.
	Sometime around midnight, she felt Adam nudge her under the table with his
foot. She knew that was her cue. She let out a big yawn.
	"Tired, sweetie?" said her mother.
	"Yes. . .I think I'm going to turn in. Goodnight, Mom. . ." She kissed her
mother's cheek. "Goodnight, Richard. . .I'm glad you came to spend the
holiday with us." And she meant it.
	"Goodnight, Amy," he said. "I'll see you in the morning."
	She kissed Adam lightly, then headed for the stairs. She knew the game
plan.  . .he would be coming upstairs about 10 minutes later.
	She got ready for bed in the bathroom, then headed for her bedroom.
Opening her bottom drawer, she got out a garment that Serena had helped her
pick out (and oh, how she had blushed when she took it up to the checkout
counter!) Once she was dressed, she slipped under her covers and waited.
	She thought about the evening, about how nice Richard was, about how her
mother seemed to absolutely glow in his presence. She then thought back to
the last couple of Christmases before her parents got divorced. Even as a
child, she could sense the tension in the air, the feeling that something
was not quite right.
	We're happier this Christmas than we've been in years, she thought. And if
things work out. . .my mother and Richard will be happy like this for years
to come, just like Adam and I will be happy. And that's exactly what they
deserve.
	Then, Adam opened the door, wearing a robe and carrying a small shopping
bag. Out of the bag, he took two candles, which he put on her bureau. He
lit them, then proceeded to her stereo, which he loaded up with soft,
romantic CDs. Finally, he took one more small packet out of the bag and
dropped it on the nighttable.
	Only then did he get into the bed beside her and kiss her deeply. She let
her hands wander into his hair, pulling him closer to her, her tongue
caressing his. . .
	"Pull back the covers," she whispered between kisses.
	He did, and beheld an angel in white. Amy was wearing a lacy, sheer
knee-length gown, which concealed her just enough to be extra-tantalizing.
	"Oh, wow," he whispered. "Now *that's* what I call a Christmas present!"
	She smiled. "Only for you. I love you."
	"I love you, too." He drew something out of the pocket of his robe, a
small box. "Merry Christmas."
	She pulled off the wrapping, opened the little box. . .and saw a silver
ring with three tiny blue stones.
	"Oh, Adam! It's beautiful!"
	He took her left hand and slid it onto the third finger. "It's an 'I love
you' ring. We can't get engaged yet. . .but this ring symbolizes the bond
between us. Amy, you've brought so much into my life. . .this is going to
sound crazy, but. . .I think of you as my savior."
	Tears came to her eyes. I am your savior, she thought. I rescued you from
centuries of bondage to the Dark Kingdom. And you'll never have to worry
about falling into the hands of evil again, because I'll protect you with
my very life.
	She threw her arms around him and whispered, "You mean so much to me, too.
. .you've brought joy and fun into my life. I guess you can say that you
helped an 'all work and no play' girl. . .learn how to play."
	They held each other close for a moment, just savoring each other's
nearness, then. . .
	"Now I have another present for *you* to unwrap." He put her hand on the
tie of his robe, and she pulled on it, then pushed the garment off. He was
naked underneath.
	"Breathtaking," she sighed, before bringing her lips to his again.
	He pulled her closer into his arms, as if he wanted them to melt together,
his tongue stroking hers again and again. His bare flesh rubbed against the
fabric of her nightgown, and he could feel the heat of her skin beneath. .
.
	They broke apart, gasping for breath. "It seems a shame to take this
beautiful thing off. . ." he said.
	She smiled. "Well, it *is* possible to do it with me still wearing it."
	"And have me miss out on being able to kiss every inch of you? No way!"
And with that, he grasped the nightgown and pulled it off. The fabric was
beautiful. . .but her nudity was even more beautiful. He began to kiss her
fiercely again, his hands wandering all over her body, making her sigh and
moan.
	"My sweet Amy," he whispered when his lips came apart from hers. And he
started kissing down her body, letting his mouth caress her neck, then
moving downward. . .
	"Ahhh!" she gasped as she felt his tongue sliding back and forth across
her nipple, and she repeated the cry, louder and more urgently, when he
drew it into his mouth and started to suck. She writhed, moaning his name
over and over as he gently squeezed the other nipple between his thumb and
forefinger. He moved his mouth over to where his hand had been, and then
the hand was moving down, down. . .She cried out again as she felt him slip
two fingers into her, caressing her from the inside as his thumb stroked
her pearl. Pleasure was building and building in her like water ready to
burst from a geyser. She panted, uttering long, low sounds as her head
tossed from side to side.
	"Ohhh, Adam, please, please. . .take me all the way. . ."
	He raised his head. "Amy. . .you don't want me to make you come like
this." He eased his hand away, and she moaned in frustration. "I've got a
much better way to make you come." He kissed her lips, then immediately
ducked down so his head was between her legs. She let out a wail as she
felt his tongue touch her, moving along the folds, slipping in and out of
her, then quickly moving up to where she needed it the most. . .
	"AAAHHH!!! OHHHH, GODS ADAM. . .AAAAHHHHH!!!" she cried as the last of her
resistance broke, and the pleasure flooded her in hot pulsations of wild
sensation. Her body jerked again and again, and finally, she collapsed onto
the bed, making soft, cooing noises as she basked in the afterglow.
	He kissed her face softly, drawing her into his arms. . .and felt her hand
sneak down and grasp his manhood, beginning to stroke it gently. He let out
a moan. She tumbled him onto his back and kissed his lips as she continued
to stroke him, then moved down his neck, further, further, sucking his
nipples when she came to them, then down over his stomach, further,
further. . .
	When her lips touched him where her hands had been, he cried out her name
hoarsely. She kissed all along its length before drawing the tip into her
mouth. . .
	"OHH, Gods, honey!" he cried as he felt her velvety mouth sucking at him,
her head moving up and down, taking him in and out. . .He writhed, his body
barely able to contain the pleasure. She let herself get bolder than ever
before, tentatively letting her hand caress the sac beneath his manhood.
	"Ohhh. . .ohh, Amy, ohh, that feels soooo good. . .keep that up and I'm
gonna. . ."
	She gently removed her mouth and hands. "Now, Adam, you don't want to come
like that. I've got a much better way to make you come."
	He got a wicked smile on his face. "Vixen."
	"Turnabout is fair play." She reached for the wrapped packet on the
nightstand and tore it open, removing the contents and rolling them onto
him. He sat so he was leaning against the headboard, and she straddled him,
impaling herself on his manhood. Both of them gasped at the contact.
	She leaned over and kissed him. "I love you so much. . ."
	"I love you, too."
	She started to pump her hips, leaning back her head and moaning at the
feel of him moving in and out of her. His hands gently grasped her breasts,
and he began flicking his thumbs back and forth over her nipples, making
her moan all the louder. She picked up speed, thinking of nothing but how
good it felt, how much she loved him, how very, very badly she wanted
fulfillment. . .
	Then, he was gently squeezing her nipples again, and the pleasure was
cresting, and the wave broke over her. . .She cried out his name in a
keening wail, her whole body trembling as the orgasm consumed her. She fell
forward, her head on his shoulder, and their arms tightened around each
other, and she felt him still hard inside her. . .
	It's time to make you feel as good as you made me feel, my love, she
thought. And she started driving her hips again with hard, fast motions,
and he was moaning louder and louder, and she felt her own pleasure start
to build again. . .
	He let out a loud "AAAHHHH!!!" and she answered it with a cry of her own
as their climaxes broke over them at the same instant, their bodies
trembling and shaking as they were consumed with white heat. When it
finally faded away, they fell down onto the mattress together, still
wrapped tightly in each other's arms. Finally, he eased away from her just
long enough to dispose of the condom, then they crawled under the covers.
	As they snuggled, he whispered, "Merry Christmas, my darling."
	"Merry Christmas to you, too. I love you."
	They fell asleep, wrapped tightly in each other's arms as if they could
never let go.
* * *
	"You're down to one present, Amy," her mother said.
	Amy looked at the mysterious big box, the only present she had yet to open. She'd loved all her gifts so far. . .clothes, a beautiful new coat, some software, CDs and books. . .
	But I didn't see the one thing I most wanted, she thought. I really needed
another external hard drive for my Mac. It's running out of storage space.
. .and that box looks much too big to have a hard drive in it.
	"Go ahead, Amy," Adam said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Trust
me. . .you'll *love* it."
	She pulled the paper away. . .and when she saw what was imprinted on the
box, she gasped.
	"Oh. . .oh. . .it's. . .it's. . .AN iMAC!!!!" She leapt up and hugged her
mother, then hugged Adam, then hugged Richard for good measure. She fairly
danced around the room. "Oh, this is SO wonderful. . .thank you! Thank
you!!!"
	She threw her arms around Adam again, and they hugged each other closely.
This is just the icing on the cake, she thought, just one more ingredient
in the best Christmas of my life. But the main ingredient. . .is right
here, in my arms.
	She looked all around her, and saw love and happiness flooding the house.
And to think, she thought, that I was dreading this!
	Amy and Adam kissed. "Merry Christmas, my darling," he whispered.
	"Merry Christmas, my love."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I couldn't resist the iMac part. Not for nothing do I call
myself Sailor Mac. . .

Thanks to Artemis and Luna, to the Lemon Tree gang and to all my supporters
and loyal readers. And I can never thank Naoko Takeuchi enough for sharing
her beautiful dream of a Miracle Romance with the world.

Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.