Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon (anime)
Date Finished: May 29th, 2003
Classification: Romance, PWP
Pairing: Haruka/Michiru
Rating: NC-17
Show Me Love
By Elsewhere
elsewherecw@shaw.ca
Disclaimer: The characters and story of BSSM are not mine. Oops. ;P
The lyrics of ‘Show Me Love’ belong to t.A.T.u. As such, this story is
dedicated to Jia. *winkwinknudgenudge* ;P
Distribution: If you want this story for any page other than the ones
I’ve sent it to, please ask me first, so I know where it goes.
Spoilers: Not really…takes place sometime after the end of the series
(meaning after the end of Sailor Stars). Setsuna and Hotaru are still
in residence. That’s about all you need to know.
WARNING: A simple, old-fashioned PWP containing graphic f/f loving,
including butch/femme roles and use of sex toys. If this isn’t your
thing, turn back now. Oh, and also, beware a slightly OOC Hotaru
towards the end, purely for the sake of humor…
Thanx as always to my wonderful beta reader Adara-chan, without whom my
stories would never see the light of day. ;P
Summary: Haruka’s having ‘one of those days’. Fortunately for Michiru,
‘those days’ never end that badly…
Glossary:
chotto matte - wait a minute
daijoubu - it’s okay
daijoubu? - are you okay?
ee - yes
gomen - sorry
gomen ne - I’m sorry
hai - yes
hayaku - hurry
Kami-sama - God
koibito - lover
oi - hey
onegai - please
saa - now
senshi - soldier; warrior
tasukete - help me
utsukushii - beautiful
wakatta - I know; I understand
*****
Tell me you’ve never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
*****
Show me love, show me love
‘Til you open the door
Show me love, show me love
‘Til I’m up off the floor
*****
Michiru sighed and leaned back, eyes narrowing critically as she
examined her last few strokes, reaching up with one arm to push a few
wayward strands of hair away from her forehead as she decided that she
wasn’t satisfied in the least. Her lips tightened as she leaned forward
to touch up the painting, trying to soften the lines that displeased
her, but her efforts only seemed to make the problem worse, so she gave
up, placing her paints aside with another quiet sigh and a smile.
Useless, she decided, closing her eyes. It was useless to try to paint
while she was so distracted. Never mind the fact that it was useless to
be so distracted in the first place, given that the object of her
distraction wasn’t even present.
Nearly two hours ago, Haruka had come into the house, the screen door
slamming behind her, huffing impatiently as she rubbed her oily hands
on a rag. One look at Haruka’s face had told Michiru that it was going
to be ‘one of those days’.
"I don’t understand what the problem is," Haruka had complained gruffly
as she’d thrown the rag carelessly in the nearest trash bin, knowing
full well it wasn’t salvageable. Her eyes had been flashing, and she
hadn’t cared to look in Michiru’s direction even once. This often
happened when she was concerned for her ‘baby’. "There’s no problem
with the…"
She had then gone on to spout several sentences in a technical language
that Michiru didn’t understand, and could surely never hope to.
"Just call the mechanic," Michiru had suggested, turning her attention
back to her painting, as determined to ignore Haruka as Haruka had
seemed to ignore her.
"Last time he only made it worse," Haruka had snapped as she’d paced
across the room, disappearing into the bathroom. Michiru had sighed as
she’d listened to the sound of running water.
"Haruka, flying into a huff surely won’t solve the problem," she’d
called down the hallway, a slight smile finally coming to her face as
she’d heard Haruka cursing quietly.
"Well, thank you for your support," Haruka had growled as she’d made
her way across the hall and into the bedroom. A moment later when
Haruka had appeared wearing a torn pair of blue jeans, a white T-shirt
and a black leather jacket, Michiru’s smile had vanished, instantly
replaced with a look of concern.
"Haruka…? Where are you going?"
"Out," had been Haruka’s sharp response on her way out the door. As the
screen door had banged for the second time in the last fifteen minutes,
Michiru had sighed and run a hand through her hair.
Now, two hours later, she supposed she should have anticipated this.
Haruka’s car had been acting up for days, after all. There were only
three things in the universe that Haruka would pledge her life and her
heart to without hesitation or regret: her lover, her duty as a
senshi…and her Ferrari.
Against her will, Michiru felt a giggle rising in the back of her
throat and lifted a hand, trying to contain it. She was so distracted
that she half-started when the door suddenly banged open again. This
time the motion was more subdued, and Michiru’s eyes widened when she
looked up and saw Haruka standing in the doorway, framed for a moment
as a silhouette in the light of the setting sun before she stepped the
rest of the way in and let the door fall closed behind her.
"Haruka," Michiru breathed, her gaze moving up and down her lover’s
figure, taking in her wind-blown hair and the sweat standing out on her
forehead. Her eyes eventually fixed on the oddly soft look in Haruka’s
gaze as it came to rest on Michiru’s face. "I didn’t expect you until
after dinner."
"Heh, you know me too well," Haruka said huskily as she moved around
into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, taking a long
drink before she raised her eyes to meet Michiru’s. Michiru caught her
breath, eyes widening slightly, when she saw the heat in Haruka’s eyes:
a fire set to low burn. What, so early!? This stage wasn’t supposed to
occur so soon…
"Chotto matte," Haruka said, placing her water glass aside before she
disappeared down the hallway into the bathroom. Michiru heard water
splashing again, and when Haruka sauntered back down the hallway a
moment later, her face was clean of sweat, pale skin glowing in the
light of the sunset.
Michiru waited, breath held, as Haruka walked over to her and got down
on one knee, taking one of her hands and intertwining their fingers.
"Gomen, Michiru," Haruka murmured, leaning in to kiss Michiru’s temple
gently. "I didn’t mean to snap at you, earlier. You know I’m not angry
at you."
Michiru smiled, bringing up a hand to brush her fingertips along
Haruka’s smooth cheek.
"Wakatta," she said, bending down to kiss the centre of Haruka’s
forehead. "Gomen ne…if I could help with your car, you know I would."
Haruka chuckled, arms folding around Michiru’s shoulders, pulling her
into a loose embrace.
"Daijoubu…you help me with all the other things, after all," she said,
turning to kiss Michiru’s neck. Michiru sighed when she felt Haruka’s
breath puff out against her neck in response to Michiru’s fingers
running through Haruka’s short blonde hair.
"Is there…something I can help you with right now?" Michiru asked,
unable to help the small smile that came to her lips when she heard the
soft sound of Haruka’s chuckle.
"You really do know me too well…" Haruka murmured, lowering herself to
kneel between Michiru’s bent knees where Michiru sat on her low stool.
"As a matter of fact…"
Haruka grasped Michiru’s thighs and gently pulled her forward, rocking
her own pelvis towards her, and Michiru gasped, eyes flying open.
"Haruka!" she whispered, and then she chuckled breathlessly as she
trailed a hand down Haruka’s chest and belly, finally cupping her palm
around the hardness at Haruka’s crotch. She had to turn her face
sideways into Haruka’s neck as she tried not to laugh harder. "How long
have you been wearing this?"
Haruka seemed mildly offended, although she did rock her hips towards
Michiru’s hand as Michiru’s fingers continued to stroke the hard
presence beneath the fabric of Haruka’s jeans.
"I’ll decline answering that question," Haruka said, and Michiru
laughed softly, bringing her arms up to wrap around Haruka’s neck.
It wasn’t that she was startled by Haruka’s use of a strap-on; far from
it. It was the picture of Haruka riding on her motorcycle for the last
two hours with the thing between her legs that Michiru found so amusing…
"Stop giggling," Haruka grunted, and Michiru whispered an apology,
trying to stop, but only ended up laughing harder as Haruka’s hands
trailed butterfly touches up her sides, underneath her shirt. Haruka
sighed, a long-suffering sound, and bent to swallow Michiru’s laughter
with a kiss.
That, finally, did succeed in causing Michiru’s amusement to melt away
under the press of her arousal as Haruka leaned closer against her
body, hardness pressed to softness, tongue gently probing deeper into
Michiru’s mouth until Michiru was gasping softly, clasping the side of
Haruka’s face, trying to pull her deeper.
"Mmm…" Michiru moaned as Haruka’s lips finally left hers, leaving a
heated trail of kisses down Michiru’s neck. Haruka’s hands started on
the buttons of Michiru’s blouse, her fingertips so hot and obviously
wanting that Michiru found herself grasping Haruka’s leather jacket
almost desperately, suddenly just as eager for this as her lover, but
just as the first button popped loose, Michiru’s eyes snapped open, the
voice of reason sneaking through.
"Haruka," she said softly, running a hand through Haruka’s hair and
watching as Haruka lifted her head, desire-clouded eyes raising to meet
Michiru’s. Michiru smiled, again reaching down to stroke the bulge in
Haruka’s jeans and watching the slow smile that twisted Haruka’s lips.
"If this is as serious as I think it is…we need to take this to the
bedroom. Setsuna and Hotaru could be back anytime."
"Ah," Haruka said, the heat of her smile dissolving to something more
sheepish. "What would I do without your reasonability, Michi?"
"Wallow in irrationality, in all likelihood," Michiru murmured, kissing
Haruka gently on the top of her head before she got to her feet,
blithely stepping over the kneeling form of her lover before she made
her way down the hallway and into the bathroom. She glanced up a moment
later when she felt the familiar tall presence behind her, and again
caught her breath at the heat in Haruka’s eyes as Haruka watched her.
Michiru smiled at Haruka’s reflection in the mirror and then bent back
to her task, washing her hands and face of any remaining paint. She
caught her breath again, quickly dropping the washcloth, when she felt
Haruka’s hands close over her waist, pressing underneath the waistband
of her slacks to stroke the skin of her hips.
"Haruka…" Michiru whispered, chuckling softly again as she turned
around and found herself just inches from Haruka’s mouth.
"Mm?" Haruka murmured, raising an eyebrow.
"Patience is a virtue," Michiru informed her, reaching past Haruka’s
shoulder for a towel and using it to dry her face before she placed it
aside and leaned up to accept a gentle, searching kiss. She gasped as
she felt herself being backed up against the counter, and then that
same hardness being pressed between her legs, rocked against her until
she was moaning. "Ha…Haruka…the bed, remember?"
"Hayaku," Haruka said huskily, her breath tickling Michiru’s ear as her
hands sensuously traced patterns along the smaller woman’s back. "I
can’t wait much longer, Michiru."
Michiru almost whimpered as Haruka drew away, walking towards the
bedroom and drawing off her jacket as she walked. Michiru followed,
closing and locking the bedroom door behind herself. Before Haruka
could do anything ridiculous like pin her against the door, she
shimmied out of her slacks, leaving herself in blouse and panties, and
hurried over to the bed, bouncing up onto it. Haruka chuckled at these
motions before she too crawled up on the bed, taking her place between
Michiru’s legs.
"It seems like you’re a little impatient too, love," Haruka murmured,
nuzzling her face against Michiru’s neck as her hands resumed their
former task, undoing the buttons of Michiru’s blouse. Michiru felt her
breath speeding up and brought her hands up, trying to work Haruka’s
T-shirt off. She wanted to feel Haruka’s skin, *now*.
"Well, you’re not the only one who gets a little tense when your car is
having trouble," Michiru said, smiling when Haruka laughed, dropping
her head to rest against Michiru’s chest for a minute.
"Why do you put up with me?" Haruka whispered as she kissed her way
down Michiru’s chest, following her hands as they parted Michiru’s
blouse. Michiru sighed, trying to press herself up towards Haruka’s
mouth as Haruka’s lips nibbled around the edges of Michiru’s bra,
paying particular focus to the places where Michiru’s breasts swelled,
trying to escape the confining fabric.
"Too many clothes…" Haruka complained, as she so often did---if Haruka
had her way, Michiru mused, Michiru would probably spend her life
naked---and Michiru found herself suddenly swept up in Haruka’s grip as
Haruka’s other hand methodically stripped her of the blouse and bra.
Michiru let out a long, slow breath, the last she was sure she’d get
the chance to take, as she was lowered back to the bed and the hand
Haruka had used to strip her fell to one of her breasts, gently cupping
and stroking while Haruka’s mouth moved over the other breast. Michiru
gasped, clamping her legs against Haruka’s hips, when Haruka clasped
Michiru’s nipple gently between her teeth and rolled it, while her hand
carefully pressed against Michiru’s other breast until Michiru was
whimpering Haruka’s name.
"Michiru…" Haruka whispered, and Michiru opened her eyes just in time
to catch a flash of the passion and need in Haruka’s eyes before Haruka
leaned up, letting Michiru go. Michiru watched as Haruka pulled off her
T-shirt, tossing it aside before she turned to her bra, getting rid of
it just as quickly. Michiru groaned at the sight that was revealed to
her, reaching up automatically to cup her lover’s breasts and moaning
when Haruka gasped and bit her lip, eyes flickering closed at Michiru’s
touch.
Michiru almost protested when Haruka took her hands and pulled them
away, but the words died away from her lips when she saw the smile at
Haruka’s lips, and felt Haruka twine their fingers together as Haruka
lowered herself over Michiru.
The low sound of Haruka’s groan joined Michiru’s higher-pitched moan as
heated skin met and slid together, their breasts pressed tightly
together as Haruka drew Michiru into another deep, searing kiss. Within
moments, Haruka had let go of Michiru’s fingers and was embracing her
tightly instead, running her hands along Michiru’s sides. She seemed
unable to get enough of touching her and tasting her, her mouth
hungrily moving along Michiru’s neck as Michiru arched herself under
Haruka’s touch, her own hands ranging over Haruka’s back, tracing firm
muscles as familiar to her as her own.
"Haruka…onegai…" Michiru whispered, her hands stroking up into Haruka’s
hair again, tugging lightly at the soft blonde strands.
"Oh?" Haruka murmured, sounding breathlessly amused as she rolled
slightly to one side, leaning on one arm and using the other to trace
along Michiru’s bare belly. Michiru gasped and reached down to clasp
Haruka’s forearm desperately when Haruka’s hand pushed beneath
Michiru’s underwear and dipped between her legs. "Are you ready for me
so soon, love?"
Michiru let out a long, guttural purr from some place deep in the back
of her throat when Haruka’s fingers slid around the hot rim of her
labia minora and then pushed gently into her vagina, stroking in and
out a few times, just enough to make Michiru begin to move her hips in
time with Haruka’s motions, before Haruka withdrew her hand and licked
her fingertips.
"Mmm…" Haruka said, offering her lover a grin. She leaned down to brush
Michiru’s hair off her forehead before giving her a gentle kiss.
Michiru groaned, pressing her eyes tightly shut for a moment before
opening them to watch as Haruka slowly drew down the zipper on her
jeans, then pushed them down off her hips. She kicked them off the bed,
then performed the same slow maneuver on her boxers, at which point
Michiru closed her eyes. Somehow it always seemed a little less
romantic to *see* the thing, she thought with an amused grin.
Michiru let out her breath in a soft hiss when she felt Haruka’s hands
close over the hem of her panties and tug sharply downwards, disposing
of them quickly before Haruka settled between her legs. Then Haruka
lifted Michiru’s knees on either side of her hips and looked up,
meeting Michiru’s eyes just as Michiru opened them.
"Ready?" Haruka asked, reaching up to stroke Michiru’s cheek.
"Hai," Michiru breathed, and then she gasped as Haruka’s hands grasped
her hips and she felt herself being penetrated. Haruka rocked herself
back and forth slowly, being careful not to hurt Michiru, but Michiru’s
eyes continued to widen, her breath coming in fast pants and hands
tightly clasping the sheets, the farther Haruka thrust into her body.
"My my, Haruka…" she said breathlessly, when she’d finally regained her
voice. "You seem to have worked up quite the arousal while riding
around on your motorcycle…"
Haruka laughed and rewarded her with an especially deep thrust, making
her gasp and arch her back, causing Haruka to slide that much deeper.
Haruka kept a variety of sizes and shapes of dildos around, of course,
but tonight’s choice was larger than she tended to choose as a general
rule. Not that Michiru was complaining, although she did find herself
fighting for breath, her body experiencing both discomfort and searing
pleasure-pain at the same time as her muscles tried to adjust to being
stretched beyond their usual limits.
"Daijoubu?" Haruka murmured when she’d finally pushed in as far as she
could go and was holding herself still, simply holding Michiru as
Michiru trembled. Haruka laughed when the only reply she received was a
quiet, desperate little mewl and a look that conveyed a sense of
betrayal.
"Why…did you stop?" Michiru whispered, her hands clenching even more
tightly into the sheets.
"To make sure you were all right," Haruka said with a grin, reaching up
to again brush Michiru’s hair away from her eyes.
"Tenoh Haruka…if you don’t move this *instant*…" Michiru moaned,
dropping her head back against the bed even as her hands moved down
along Haruka’s sides until she found what she was seeking. Her hands
tightly grasped the leather straps against Haruka’s hips and tugged
threateningly, making Haruka gasp.
"Oi, don’t touch!" Haruka whispered, reaching back to take hold of one
of Michiru’s hands. "That hurts."
"Then don’t stop!" Michiru warned, opening her eyes to meet Haruka’s,
trying to convey all her need in one simple look. It obviously worked,
because Haruka only groaned and, suddenly gripping Michiru’s hands
tightly and pressing them against the surface of the bed, drew herself
back before thrusting deeply into Michiru again.
Michiru nearly screamed, her whole body tightening against Haruka as
pleasure sang throughout her system.
"Ee…like that! Haruka!!"
"You want it hard like that?" Haruka rasped, fingers tightening against
Michiru’s before she drew back again and slammed forward, the look in
her eyes molten heat as she stared down at her lover writhing beneath
her.
"Ee! Onegai!!" Michiru cried, her legs curling up around Haruka’s
waist, trying to pull her closer as Haruka deepened her thrusts and
sped her movements, pushing Michiru closer towards the orgasm she knew
Michiru was close to, close enough to beg for. "Onegai, Haruka…"
She was almost crying, pleading for release.
"Kami-sama…" Haruka whispered harshly, dropping her face to drag her
lips along the side of Michiru’s face as she thrust into Michiru, so
deeply she could feel herself hitting Michiru’s cervix. The sound of
Michiru’s moan was music to her ears. "Riding around on a motorcycle
could never be as arousing as the sight of you lying beneath
me…Michiru…"
"Haruka!" Michiru whispered, desperate, and Haruka moaned softly at the
tone of need in her lover’s voice. The moan became a long groan when
Michiru’s body spiked upwards abruptly the moment Haruka lowered a
hand, quickly pulled away from Michiru’s grip, and pressed it to the
place their bodies were joined---pressed her fingers between the folds
of Michiru’s flesh to massage Michiru’s clitoris.
"Haruka!!" Michiru cried out, her entire body shuddering and arching up
towards Haruka as Haruka’s ministrations finally pushed her over the
edge. Haruka pushed herself up, biting her lip so hard she could taste
blood as she watched, fascinated as ever by the sight of her lover
mid-climax, quaking and sobbing her pleasure without a care for how she
might look or sound, her nonsense noises punctuated by the familiar
sound of Haruka’s name.
"Kami-sama…" Haruka whispered again, her own arousal reaching a
feverish peak as she watched. Michiru started to come down, but just as
she did, Haruka started to shake, and as Michiru started to relax her
legs from around Haruka’s waist and her small, delicate feet traced
their way along Haruka’s legs, that was enough. Haruka groaned and
thrust once more deeply into Michiru, startling her slightly as Haruka
buried her face in Michiru’s neck and started to shiver, her whole body
shaking as she embraced Michiru tightly.
Michiru chuckled softly as she rubbed Haruka’s back, coaxing a few
moans of pleasure from her as she shuddered through the last of her
climax.
"You certainly *were* aroused, koibito…I didn’t *do* anything," Michiru
said with a soft grin.
"You have no idea…" Haruka groaned against her neck, which only made
Michiru chuckle again. The chuckle became another quiet groan,
Michiru’s hips automatically starting a slow motion against the
presence still buried deep within her body, when Haruka’s teeth started
to hungrily make their way along Michiru’s neck. "Just to see you like
this, to watch you…to feel you in my arms…it’s enough, Michiru…"
"Ruka…" Michiru murmured, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as
Haruka moved around to the front of her throat, lips and teeth and
tongue devouring Michiru’s pale skin.
Michiru’s throat vibrated pleasantly with the sound of her pleasured
purr beneath Haruka’s lips, and Haruka smiled, focusing her attention
on the hollow of Michiru’s throat, bringing up her fingers to trace
patterns on Michiru’s stomach.
"Hmmm…so hungry tonight," Michiru murmured, again rocking her hips
upwards.
"Mm…" Haruka agreed with a smile, and Michiru gasped softly, eyes
flying open, when Haruka pulled back, withdrawing from Michiru’s body.
Michiru watched as Haruka unclasped the straps at her waist and let the
toy drop off of the bed, then ran her fingers through her hair before
dropping her gaze to roam over the naked figure of her lover, lying
submissive before her.
"Utsukushii…" Haruka whispered as she lowered herself over Michiru
again, her hands spreading out over Michiru’s chest, palms closing
warmly over Michiru’s breasts. Michiru moaned softly, arching up into
the touch. She still felt sensitive in the aftermath of her climax;
Haruka’s touch felt like fire. Her legs closed tightly against Haruka’s
hips again when Haruka lowered her mouth to Michiru’s right breast,
this time taking her time, using tongue and teeth to worship the pale
skin as her hand gently massaged the other breast. Michiru groaned, her
hands helplessly grasping at Haruka’s back as she felt her arousal
starting to spike upwards again.
"Haruka…" she whispered, her hand stroking up into Haruka’s hair,
becoming demanding again, and Haruka glanced up, smirking slightly at
the look of longing in Michiru’s eyes.
"What did you want, Michi?" Haruka murmured, her hands rolling
Michiru’s breasts in a gentle circular motion once more before she
placed her hands on either side of Michiru’s body, bracing herself, and
lifted herself slightly before shifting herself farther down along
Michiru’s prone form. Michiru gasped and rocked her hips upwards,
silently begging, and Haruka chuckled breathlessly before she lowered
her lips to Michiru’s stomach, gently nibbling at the sensitive skin
around Michiru’s belly button.
"Haruuuukkkaaaaa…" Michiru groaned, her tone becoming more impatient,
and she listened to the husky sound of Haruka’s chuckle as Haruka
continued her slow exploration of Michiru’s flesh, only gradually
moving lower. Michiru’s breath caught in her throat when Haruka finally
nudged her nose into the folds of flesh at the apex of Michiru’s
thighs.
Haruka took a deep breath, closing her eyes in rapture.
"Mm, you smell so good, Michiru…"
"Kami-sama, Haruka…" Michiru whispered, clasping her hand tightly in
Haruka’s hair again, and Haruka chuckled, breath stirring Michiru’s
pubic hair lightly before Haruka’s hands gently pushed Michiru’s thighs
farther apart and Haruka bent her head. Michiru arched her back, her
entire body coiling tight with tension when Haruka’s tongue finally
darted out, at first just for the quickest taste.
Michiru shuddered deeply at the sound that came from deep within
Haruka’s throat as she pressed closer, delving her tongue deeper,
echoing the earlier motions of her toy until Michiru was following the
movements of Haruka’s tongue, rocking her hips in time with Haruka’s
thrusts. Every time Haruka pulled back to lick her way around Michiru’s
labia, to use her tongue to trace some set of characters that Michiru
couldn’t possibly hope to follow, Michiru would groan and try not to
tug Haruka’s hair too hard.
Michiru thought she might die, simply crumble to ash, when Haruka
pulled away, a look of satisfaction on her face as she licked her lips
and sat back, looking down at Michiru.
"Haruka…" Michiru whimpered, but before she could say anything else, or
remember enough of her vocabulary to ask why, Haruka had lowered
herself between Michiru’s legs, her entire body pressed tightly to
Michiru’s, and she was kissing Michiru so deeply that Michiru could
taste herself and Michiru thought that now she might die for another
reason…
"Saa…" Haruka whispered as she pulled back from the kiss and, her arms
tightly around Michiru, rolled onto her back, pulling Michiru over on
top of her. Michiru gasped softly as she found herself straddling
Haruka’s hips. She moaned, her eyes fixed on the intense heat in
Haruka’s gaze as she let Haruka’s hands guide her into position. She
wrapped her arms around Haruka’s leg as Haruka drew it up towards her
chest, folding it tightly, then straddled Haruka’s other leg, sliding
herself closer until, with another ragged gasp, she pressed herself
entirely against Haruka.
"That’s it…" Haruka murmured breathlessly, reaching up a hand to stroke
Michiru’s hair. "Saa, Michiru…take what you need…"
Michiru shuddered in pure sensation for several moments, in love with
the sensation of the core of her heat pressed to Haruka’s, hot liquid
slicking their skin. Almost against her will, she felt her hand snaking
down, pressing between their bodies, pushing ever so slightly through
the folds of moist skin. Haruka gasped, bucking sharply beneath her, at
the sensation of Michiru’s fingertips entering her even so slightly,
her eyes flying to Michiru’s. Michiru groaned as Haruka stiffened and
then the sound of her low moan shuddered through both of them as Haruka
watched Michiru lift her fingers to her lips and draw them into her
mouth, tongue swirling around them delicately.
Michiru’s hand fell back to Haruka’s knee, the other moving down
Haruka’s leg to her hip and pressing hard as Michiru began to thrust
herself firmly against Haruka. Haruka groaned, a low, hoarse sound of
need, and lifted her hips up to meet Michiru’s movements. Michiru’s
breath began to burst out of her lips in short, rasping gasps, her eyes
tightly closed as she desperately sought the release that seemed just
beyond her grasp. Her eyes opened and flew downwards when she felt warm
fingers clasp her hand, pulling it away from Haruka’s hip. Desperate
green met intense blue, and Michiru watched, spellbound, as Haruka
lifted the hand she held captive up to her lips and gently kissed the
silver band on Michiru’s third finger before she intertwined her
fingers with Michiru’s. Her own gold band clinked lightly with
Michiru’s, and Michiru felt a shiver of delight move down her backbone.
"Do you need me?" Haruka murmured, reaching up her other hand to stroke
Michiru’s hair away from her face.
Michiru could have sobbed with relief.
"Hai…Haruka…tasukete…" she whispered, never ceasing the movements of
her hips, her eyes remaining fixated on Haruka’s intense gaze. Before
Michiru could blink or breathe, Haruka’s hand had snaked into the same
position Michiru’s hand had occupied before, and her fingers were
massaging Michiru’s clitoris even as Michiru thrust herself against
Haruka. After that it didn’t take long…no more than a few seconds of
the doubled sensation of pressure and Michiru arched her back,
screaming Haruka’s name as her orgasm ripped through her.
She felt Haruka’s hands clasp her hips, felt the sharp movements of
Haruka’s pelvis up against hers once, twice, three times before Haruka
gasped and Michiru looked down just in time to watch as Haruka threw
her head back and moaned, her hands still gripping Michiru’s hips
tightly. Michiru bent down, stroking her hands through Haruka’s hair as
Haruka shuddered through the last of her climax and then brought up her
arms to embrace Michiru as Michiru finally relaxed, lying against
Haruka’s body, pressing her face into Haruka’s neck and deeply
breathing in the scent of Haruka’s skin mixed with the smell of their
sex lingering in the air.
She opened her eyes to watch as Haruka again lifted Michiru’s left hand
and placed a gentle kiss to the centre of her palm before kissing her
way up to Michiru’s third finger, her lips closing reverently around
the silver band she found there.
Michiru chuckled softly, still a bit breathless, and Haruka opened her
eyes. Seeing the look in Michiru’s eyes, Haruka’s expression became a
bit sheepish.
"Honestly, Haruka," Michiru teased, trailing a finger along Haruka’s
cheek. "Such obsession…sometimes I think you love that ring more than
you love me."
"Ch’," Haruka protested with a soft laugh, turning to kiss Michiru’s
forehead before she entwined their fingers, pressing the two rings
together again. "It’s what it represents that fascinates me so much.
Sometimes I still can’t believe it."
Michiru smiled as she turned over, sighing happily when Haruka’s arms
slid naturally around her waist and Haruka spooned up behind Michiru,
settling in for the night.
"My wife…" Haruka murmured before she leaned in to place a gentle kiss
on Michiru’s shoulder. "Aishiteru, Michiru…"
"Mm…aishiteru mo, Haruka," Michiru whispered before she yawned and
reached down to pull the covers up over their naked bodies. Who knew if
the heat would last for long, after all.
*****
Setsuna gasped softly as she sat up quickly, her eyes flying to the
clock and widening when she saw that it was past two o’clock in the
morning. What an odd dream…she shook her head, but got to her feet
nonetheless, sliding her slippers on. She supposed she might as well
check it out, on the off chance that it hadn’t quite been a dream…
She got to the living room just as the screen door opened, and her eyes
widened when she saw Hotaru walking through the door, wiping her hands
on a rag and looking a bit irritated.
"Hotaru!" Setsuna breathed, shocked. "What were you doing outside at
two-thirty in the morning?"
"Just fixing Haruka papa’s car," the teenager replied with a quiet,
almost resigned sigh as she made her way into the kitchen and washed
the remaining grease off her hands before brushing several strands of
dark hair away from her eyes.
"How on Earth did you do that!?" Setsuna said, eyes only widening
further. "She’s been trying to fix it for days!"
"It was only a dead bird in the fuel line," Hotaru said, and for the
first time the irritation Setsuna had glimpsed on Hotaru’s face brought
an edge to her usually soft voice. Setsuna stared as Hotaru turned back
to the sink, muttering to herself as she fought to scrub off grease,
even though none remained.
Setsuna thought she heard mutterings of something suspiciously like
"always too distracted" and "conduct unbecoming of a senshi" before she
decided that this was most definitely a dream---a terrifying,
horrifying dream---and therefore best ignored. Just as she turned away,
she swore she heard Hotaru blithely mutter the words "sex drive" under
her breath, and Setsuna’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. She
hurried back to her bedroom and shut the door, quickly climbing into
bed, glancing at the clock and telling herself that yes, at this time
of the night hallucinations like this were perfectly normal.
*****
Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurrences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness
*****
Show me love, show me love
‘Til it’s inside my pores
Show me love, show me love
‘Til I’m screaming for more
Show me love, show me love
Give me all that I want
*****
THE END
**Feedback is always appreciated**Hotaru will be borrowed to deal with
flames** "Silent Wall!"<-See!? *struts proudly* **
Note: Wow, that’s the first time in an age that I’ve written married
sex. I feel so saintly. *giggles* And in the missionary position and
all…*snort* All right, I’ll take my immature comments elsewhere…
~I will hold you so tight you could break…~
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