Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Lucky Bird ❯ Lucky Bird ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Sailor DKC, back with story #13. Unlucky? Not really! I'm still
writing, so I am having good luck. Still pulling through since the
tragedy of September and praying that things will turn out all right.
I'm very sad about the accidental plane crash in Queens that happened
this month, though. I hope the families and friends of the victims
in this recent tragedy will find the strength to survive.

This story was inspired from the artist Safox, in which the artworks
are found in Generals Love. The couple are Amy and Zoicite. When you
see this *, I am describing the scene of one of Safox's artworks.

Rated PG-13 and entertainment only. My other works are at A Sailor
Moon Romance, Lovers That Never Were, Lalala Land and Generals Love.
And I never owned Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi does.

In memory of the victims of the American Airlines crash.

Dedicated to Safox. Your work is very pretty!

Please e-mail me at sailordkc@hotmail.com for comments.



LUCKY BIRD
By Sailor DKC

Setting: during the Silver Millennium

Returning from an errand in a local town, Zoicite was walking through
the forest towards Prince Darien's castle. As he walked, he thought
about a very pretty lady. "That Amy!" he said, aloud. "She sure is
something. I know there's more to her than just brains."
Sighing, he shoved his hands in his pockets. "However, every time I
try to get romantic with her, she seems to shy away. I've kissed her,
but they were just simple ones. I know she can really be hot if she
lets herself go. How can I-?"

Hearing a chirping sound on the ground, Zoicite stopped and looked
down to his left. A beautiful white dove was lying against the root
of a tree, chirping loudly. "Hey, little guy!" he said, bending down
to his knees. "What happened to you?"
Gathering the small creature in his hands, he noticed its bent wing.
'Poor little guy!' he thought, then an idea struck him. 'Amy's
studying to be a doctor. She can't turn away an injured person or
animal' Then he grinned wickedly. "And since I found this bird," he
said, aloud. "I am his official guardian! Amy can't turn away a
concerned guardian of this bird!" Rising up and tucking the dove
gently against his chest, Zoicite walked towards the castle again.

In her guest room, Amy sat on her bed, reading a medical book which
was propped against her raised knees. A knock on her door made her
put her book aside and leave the bed to answer it. Zoicite stood
there, smiling casually with his right hand behind him. "Good
afternoon, my dear Princess of Mercury!"
"Hi, Zoicite," Amy smiled back. "I take it this is a social call?"
"It's more than that." Zoicite then gazed deeply onto her lips. Amy
raised an eyebrow as she noticed this.
"What's going on?"
"Well, Amy," he said, as he stepped forward into her room. "There's
something that I need tending."
"Something?" Amy repeated, puzzled and startled at how she is
reacting, backing away as Zoicite approached her non-stop.
"Yeah, and you're the only one I know who can do it for me." He
cornered her at her bed and was leaning so close she could feel his
warmth flow all over her. Staring at his lips, she swallowed quietly.

"Zoicite, I know we went out a couple of times-" He leaned more
forward to her that she had to lean back to keep on talking. "I don't
think this is the time to get more serious-"
"I need you, Amy," he said, quietly, as he bent his head down.
Gasping, Amy placed her hands behind her on the mattress to keep from
falling back. She stared into his flashy green eyes as he continued
lowering his head until his lips were merely touching hers. He spoke
against her mouth, "I need you to-"
Closing her eyes, she waited for his kiss. Suddenly, she heard a
sound of rustling, then a chirping noise.
"-help me tend to this poor bird," Zoicite finished.
Opening her eyes, Amy looked down to see a white dove, nestled in his
hands. "Oh, you!" she cried out, straightening up and giving him a
shove.

"Hey, careful! Wounded bird, here." Zoicite cuddled the creature
against him.
"Oh, dear! Let me see!" Amy walked up to the dove and petted it
softly. "Where is it hurt?"
He showed her and she examined the bent wing. Zoicite watched her
dainty, slender fingers roam against the white feathers. 'Lucky
bird!' he thought. 'I wish it was me she's examining.'
The dove chirped loudly when Amy found the injured area. "Poor thing!
I think it has a broken bone in the wing structure. A splint is
needed. Let's take it to the medical room of your castle and I'll put
one on."
"Follow me." Zoicite led the way.

At the medical room, Amy carefully put the splint in place while
Zoicite held the bird on the examining table. He looked at her while
she worked. The concentration showed in her eyes and in the biting of
her lip. Her lip. Lips. Small yet full. Fully ripe. So kissable.
"There!" she exclaimed, breaking him out of his spell. "We just have
to keep that splint on for a week."
"A week, huh? Well, then, I guess I can keep the dove with me until
it's better."
"Oh? Do you know how to take care of it?"
"Aw, sure. Some birdseed and water, and this little guy will be just
fine."
"It's a she, and you can't just feed it birdseed."
"What do doves eat then?"
"Well, I don't know, but I have a book on birds."
"OK, then." Zoicite picked up the bird and cuddled her against him.
"I'll come back later for it." He walked toward the door.

"Wait! There's no need to come back-" Amy stopped when Zoicite turned
to face her.
"No need? I need the book, but first, I'm gonna give this little gal
a handmade nest." He cuddled the dove against his cheek. She cooed.
"Aww! Poor little thing's tired!" As he continued cuddling, Amy's
eyes grew wistful and longing. How she wished she could be in the
bird's place. Watching her reaction, Zoicite smiled slyly, then
turned back to the door. "I'll be back for the book," he said,
leaving.
When he was gone, Amy turned to face the examining table, rested her
hands on its surface and let out a deep breath. 'Lucky bird!' she
thought. 'She gets to be in his room.' Gasping, she put her hand to
her mouth. 'I can't believe I thought that!'

The next few days were pretty eventful. On one occasion, Zoicite
asked Amy to look at the nest he made for the dove in his room. She
said she will if he behaved. He promised, however it was Amy who
behaved differently. Because when she came to his room, she was
shocked to see him wearing only his dark blue sweatpants. Shivering
uncontrollably, she was forced to stand in front of a bare-chested
Zoicite as he showed her his nest while the dove rested on a pillow
on his bed.
She nearly touched his chest when she took hold of the nest. Stepping
behind her to get to his bed, he purposefully brushed his chest
against her back, and she gasped as she felt his warmth flow all over
her again. Zoicite then picked up the dove and gently tucked her in
the crook of his right arm. Amy bit her lip as she watched his
muscles flex, and the way his strong left hand seem to gently smooth
the dove's back. 'Lucky bird,' she thought.

To get back at him, Amy invited Zoicite on one day to her room so
they can help the dove exercise her injured wing which was getting
better. Amy wore a blouse that has some loose buttonholes which open
only if the blouse is stretched in a certain way. They both took
turns, lifting the dove up and down, making it flap its wings in
exercise. When it was Amy's turn, she started talking how impressed
she was with Zoicite taking care of the bird. As she raised up the
bird, her top button came loose, exposing some collarbone. Noticing
this, Zoicite let it go by.

But when Amy raised the bird up again, the second button came loose,
revealing a light blue satin bra. Zoicite went still, watching wide-
eyed as she raised the dove up and down, making her exposed cleavage
go peek-a-boo through her opening blouse.
Amy then brought the bird down, and Zoicite nearly let out a gasp as
she brought the dove against her chest. Cuddling her close to her,
she placed small kisses on her head, and the dove rubbed her head
against Amy's skin near the swelling of one breast. Gulping quietly,
Zoicite felt a heat of desire consume all over him. 'Lucky bird,' he
thought.

The day finally arrived when the dove's wing was completely healed.
They were in the patio balcony leading from the royal lounge in the
Prince's castle. The dove was still in her nest on one of the patio
tables. Zoicite and Amy faced each other. "Well," he began. "This it
it."
"Yes," Amy replied. "It sure is." She picked up the dove in her hands
and caressed her along her cheek. "Good-bye, little one. I hope you
fly better this time."
She handed the bird over to Zoicite who caressed her head with his
finger. "I won't forget you. Make sure you fly more carefully."
They both stepped to the balcony's edge. Zoicite then threw the bird
up gently into the air. Flapping her wings furiously, the dove fought
to control her balance for a moment. Then she glided around twice and
flew off toward the trees. Some of her feathers flew down toward the
patio at the observing couple.

* Smiling, Amy felt her Mercury symbol glowing as she watched the
white feathers float down. Zoicite, also smiling, saw one feather
about to land on Amy's head. *

When it did, he gently plucked it off. Her symbol fading, Amy turned
to him, grinning widely. She jumped into his arm, wrapping her arms
around his neck, both her feet raised at the knees, exclaiming, "We
did it! She's OK! She's flying!"
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he spun her around, laughing,
"Yeah, we did! It's a great feeling, isn't it?"

After a few moments of more spinning and laughing, they both settled
down, then stared at each other, smiling. Slowly, as if time stood
still, their smiles disappeared as their faces grew more serious.
Then they came together for a kiss. Gently, they caressed each
other's mouth with very deep tonguing. Zoicite firmly gripped the
back of Amy's head for more access and placed his hand at the small
of her back, pressing her more firmly against him. Moaning into the
kiss, Amy slid her hands from his neck to his shoulders and gripped
him tight.
Breaking the kiss, Zoicite kissed all over her face, saying, "I
wanted to touch you for so long," then took her lips again. He slid
his hand from her back, slipped under her dress, and caressed her
thigh. Squealing, Amy broke the kiss then and ran her hands under his
shirt, feeling his strong, firm stomach. "I never knew I wanted you
so badly," she said, kissing all over his throat. Their lips met
again.

Kissing loudly and making urgent sounds, they maneuvered to one of
the patio tables. Zoicite placed Amy down over the table, climbing
after on top of her. Their hands were everywhere, and lips met every
exposed skin. Zoicite thrust against her and Amy thrust against him,
back and forth. When Zoicite reached between them to unbuckle his
pants, his knuckles brushed against Amy's pelvis. She gasped, "No!"
He stopped and stared at her in shock. "Amy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't
take advan-"
"Shhh." Placing her hand on his lips, Amy raised her lips to his ear.
"Not here, please."
Zoicite grinned wickedly.

Hours later, in Zoicite's room, the couple basked in the afterglow.
"Mmmm." Amy felt so luxuriously good as Zoicite lovingly caressed the
side of her face with his mouth. "It's amazing how one little bird
would bring us more closer to each other."
"Uh-huh," he murmured against her skin. They kissed a long, sweet
kiss. "It sure was lucky I found that dove." They hugged each very
tightly.
"It's our lucky bird," she whispered.
"A lucky bird indeed," he whispered back.



THE END


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