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Sailor Moon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
18,814
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Sailor Moon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Vienna
Vienna
by Saun
Haruka and Michiru
Rated: H
Michiru looked through her evening gowns with a critical
eye. 'Too long. Too short. Too old. Ahh, perfect. She pulled out
a thick dress bag. She had found this particular gown a month
ago on a trip to Paris. She hadn't worn it yet, but this concert
in Vienna seemed to be the perfect opportunity. The white gown
softly draped her body, hugging her soft curves. Next the young
violinist removed a few of her favorite outfits. She made sure
to select styles that remained on the conservative side. A
black cocktail dress completed her clothing choices. Michiru
made sure to take panty hose and some of her partner's simple
cotton underwear, nothing too frilly. After all, Haruka wasn't
going along, so there was no one to impress.
So that they wouldn't get on anything important if
they leaked, Michiru packed her toiletries and perfume in a
separate bag. She used a special shampoo and conditioner on her
hair. Their light fragrance drove Haruka wild. She made sure that
when she took something that she Har Haruka usually shared that
there was an extra left for her lover to use.
Her final step was gathering all of her cosmetics into
her make-up case. Setsuna had given her the handy gift with
multiple trays that popped out and could be replaced with
different colors. Michiru was delighted that she could create
her own little make-up palette and not be forced to bring
twenty different cases. She selected lipstick shades to go
with each of her eight outfits, then chose eye shadows and
blushes. When she finished packing, she gathered her luggage
and placed them near the front door.
Michiru had hoped that she and Haruka could make love
once more before she left. Unfortunately, Hotaru had spent the
afternoon with Chibi-Usa and was on a sugar high from all of
the sweets she had eaten at the Tsukino house. The little girl
simply didn't want to go to bed. By the time the three adults
had exhausted the child, all they could do was collapse onto
their respective beds and surrender to sleep.
Michiru's alarm went off at four thirty in the morning.
Michiru reached over and switched off the beeping alarm. Haruka
stirred beside her and rolled to the edge of the bed as well.
"You don't have to get up, Love," Michiru whispered,
guilt stricken that she had inadvertently interrupted Haruka's
rest. "You need your sleep."
Haruka sat for a moment before looking up at her with
a sleepy smile. "Nonsense," she said softly, "I'm going with you."
Joy exploded in Michiru's chest. "To the airport?"
Haruka stretched her long, toned legs. "To Vienna,"
she corrected.
Michiru looked wistfully at her love. "Darling, we'll
never be able to get another ticket for you."
"Good thing," Haruka muttered, "because I only need one."
The blonde went to her closet and pulled out an already packed
suitcase and carry-on. Michiru looked on, stunned.
Haruka yawned and headed toward the bathroom. "Well,"
she called behind her, "are you coming?" Michiru hurried to join
her lover.
The two showered together; both were still a little too
groggy to do anything other than bathe. When they were rinsed
clean of all traces of soap, they went back to their room where
Haruka quickly donned her clothes. She left to put the luggage
into the car, while Michiru dressed and did her make-up. Just
before Michiru headed out the door, she went back to her chest
of drawers and grabbed a handful of lacy underclothes. 'These
might be useful after all,' she thought, putting them in her
carry-on.
She found Haruka waiting for her with a cup of hot coffee.
"I thought you might need a little to wake you up."
Michiru took it gratefully. "Thanks."
A few minutes later she touched Haruka's arm lightly.
"Are you ready?"
Haruka grinned. "Are you?"
Michiru didn't reply; she simply handed her coffee
cup to her lover. Haruka finished off what was left before
setting the empty mug in the sink. Michiru picked up her
carry-on and violin case and waited at the door. They left
together, Haruka locking the dsecusecurely behind them.
By eight am they were safely aboard the plane and
on their way. This wasn't Michiru's first trip to Vienna, but
suddenly with Haruka there, the world seemed brighter. There
was more to see and so much she wanted to share with her love.
Sometimes she and Haruka had such different schedules that
they were lucky just to fall asleep in each other's arms, but
now she had an entire week to spend with the woman she loved.
Michiru was looking forward to every second.
A limousine waited to whisk them directly to the
Sacher hotel. It was the best hotel Vienna had to offer. Upon
arriving at their room the two lovers went straight to bed
and fell asleep in each other's arms.
When Michiru finally opened her eyes it was
mid afternoon. She found Haruka already awake and ... watching
television.
"
Oh no you don't. You're going to spend this week
with me, NOT watching car races. You can do that at home."
Haruka looked up, eyes wide with feigned innocence.
"How did it get there, I was watching an informative science
program and, poof, it just changed. It must be sunspots," the
blonde said with a nod.
Hiding a smile, Michiru turned to walk into the
bathroom. With a teasing glint in her eye, she sighed, "And I
thought I left my child with Setsuna." When she came back,
Haruka was sitting in a chair waiting for her; the television
was off. Michiru looked inquiringly at Haruka.
"Is the race over?"
"I turned it off, so I could spend time with you."
Michiru smiled at her best friend and partner. She
slid her arms around Haruka as she positioned herself in her
love's lap. "I'm so glad you decided to come with me. There's
so much I want to show you."
Haruka returned the hug and stroked Michiru's hair.
"I should have done this a long time ago."
Michiru smiled against her chest. "I know just the
thing to start with."
Haruka allowed herself a slow grin. "Oh, and what
might that be?"
lf alf an hour later Haruka found herself in front
of a building that proudly proclaimed itself home to the Vienna
Choir Boys. Michiru tried to slip in like the rest, but the woman
at the door recognized her. Before they knew it they found
themselves the center of attention. Several people asked for
autographs and a few recognized Haruka as well. Finally the couple
took their seats.
The choir filed on to the stage. Every young boy wore
a serious expression and an outfit that very much resembled the
Japanese school uniform with its sailor suit style collars. The
boy in the middle stepped forward and bowed to Michiru, acknowledging
her presence as an honor. Michiru nodded formally to the little boy
in the sailor suit. The young musicians stood at strict attention.
The audience waited for them to begin singing.
Michiru was acutely aware of Haruka's hand in her own. She
leaned over and whispered in her mate's ear, "They're so kawaii."
Haruka subtly inclined her head; she knew how much Michiru loved
children. The beautiful violinist was always giving lessons to any
child who wished to take them. Michiru was extremely generous and
often covered the expenses of many of her students, even to the
point of finding a violin for them to practice on if they couldn't
afford one. Haruka's heart swelled at the thought of her lover. She
hoped Michiru understood how much she loved her. Sometimes the blonde
feared she couldn't express her love the way she wanted to.
Michiru felt herself being swept away by the music that
filled the room. She briefly wondered if anyone else was this
affected. As she looked once again at the children, a little boy
in the middle caught her eye. He looked much like she imagined a
young Haruka would have appeared. She squeezed Haruka's hand and
was rewarded with a barely perceptible start from the blonde. Michiru
allowed herself a secret smile; so she hadn't been the only
one affected by the song.
As the children finished the final song on the program, the
boys left the stage to the accompaniment of loud applause by the crowd.
Twice the boys came back to sing an encore. Michiru and Haruka
exchanged knowing looks and rose for a third time to applaud. This
time cho choir returned to sing Edelweiss.
Michiru lay her head against Haruka's shoulder and listened
to the familiar tune. These children were incredible. Maybe she
should teach choir tootarotaru would probably enjoy that.
Haruka was just thinking to herself that they were
lucky that Michiru hadn't decided to start a choir.
"What do you want to do now?" Haruka asked while they
stood outside after the concert.
Michiru smiled and caught Haruka's hand. "Let's do a
little shopping before lunch."
"Lu" Ha" Haruka echoed hopefully as Michiru caught
her arm and pulled her into a nearby shop. Two hours later Haruka
was getting antsy.
"Try this hat on." Michiru had a deep red beret in her hands.
"I don't want a hat." Haruka ducked out from under an
attempt to place it on her sandy blonde head. "Come on, Michiru."
"Haruka!" Michiru intoned emphatically, stopping
Haruka mid-flight.
Haruka stood with her arms folded over her chest as
Michiru rearranged the beret until she was satisfied. "There.
Now look at it before you say you don't want it." Michiru
was deceptively strong despite her delicate looks and she
pulled Haruka in front of the mirror. The blonde racer's eyes
widened as she looked at her reflection. The beret looked
perfect with her eyes, accentuating the green, rather than
the blue color. All of her earlier irritation washed away;
it was perfect. Her lover had fantastic fashion sense.
After leaving the store, they passed a bakery. Haruka
stood smelling the food and realized that she hadn't eaten
that day. Michiru looked up surprised when Haruka's stomach
gave an angry grumble.
"I guess it's time for lunch," she said with a smile.
Haruka looked embarrassed. "Ah."
"Come on, Koneko-chan, let's get you fed." The
beautiful violinist turned and headed for a nearby café.
It took Haruka a minute to register the comment. "Hey!"
Michiru returned to her lover and caught the blonde
woman's hand. Haruka softly squeezed, totally forgetting the
affront.
They settled at a small table looking out over the street.
"I love the coffee here," Haruka said with a happy sigh.
Michiru stirred more cream into her cup. "I don't
understand how you can drink it black."
"It keeps me awake and primed for other activities," Haruka
teased her eyes darkening as she regarded the beautiful
profile of her lover. Michiru nearly lost herself in the pools
of blue green.
"Perhaps you should order another cup," she suggested,
her own eyes full of promise. Haruka felt a throb that went
from her sex all the way to her toes. How quickly could they
get to the hotel and...? No, Michiru had to perform tonight.
Lovemaking would have to wait... for now.
They walked hand in hand back to their l, wl, welcoming
the closeness. When they returned to the room Haruka decided
to let Michiru rest before her performance. She even let her
partner use the bathtub first. When she heard Michiru finishing
in the bathroom, Haruka discarded her clothes in a pile on the
floor and wrapped a towel around her body. Haruka took a quick
glance in the mirror. She sighed at her reflection and ran a
hand through her stubborn bangs. Wearing only a robe, Michiru
walked up and slid her arms around the preoccupied blonde's
waist, giving her a tight hug. Haruka smiled and tried to turn
and embrace her partner, but a firm hand on her thigh checked
her movement.
"Do you know what I love about you, Haruka?" Michiru
whisd, bd, busily undoing the knot in the towel so that the
cloth dropped out of her way.
"Uhh..." Haruka's mind was a complete blank as her
lover stroked her firm stomach and cupped her breasts. The
nipples puckered at the first soft stroke and hardened as
Michiru continto mto massage them.
"I love these. Look how they swell to my touch.
They're perfect. You're perfect." She sighed lovingly.
Kisses traveled up Haruka's neck causing her
to moan as her knees went weak.
"I love your neck. I love your collarbone and
how it makes the most beautiful shadows, here and here."
Her fingers gently traced each part as she spoke. "I
can't even begin to imagine a more perfect model." For
the first time Haruka began to see herself the wayichiichiru envisioned her- slender hips, firm breasts. She
was made of subtle curves, contrasted with the taut lines
of the muscles in her abdomen and shoulders. She
was...beautiful.
"Michiru," Haruka whispered breathlessly.
"What, Haruka? Tell me what you want, Love."
Haruka's hand fumbled for her lover's and then
dragged Michiru's talented fingers down where she
desperately needed them.
"Oh yes...I love this too. Are you ready for
me?" Those expert fingers parted her folds and dipped
inside, teasing. Haruka mewled
"Oh yes, and I would say you've been ready.
Look at yourself, Darling...look at us." Haruka's eyes
opened and she saw her nude body flushed in pleasure. Her
legs were spread wide and between them lay her glistening
need. Her eyes focused on Michiru's fingers as two slowly
entered her.
"Ohh yess..." The young athlete's body arched and
she sobbed with excess emotion.
Michiru started an even rhythm. As she slid
her fingers out and back into Haruka's drenched passage,
she made sure to excite the little nubbin at the front
of Haruka's sex.
They watched together, Michiru's soft cheek
pressed against Haruka's. Slender fingers slid in and
out of the opening. For the first time Haruka was able
to see her sex darken from its soft pink to a deep rose.
Haruka bit her lip and groaned as her hips thrust in
counterpoint to Michiru's hand.
"Michi-Michiru...faster, please faster," she
gasped out, using her hips to try and incite Michiru's
fingers to move. Bites on her earlobe caused her to
growl low in her throat.
Michiru's low chuckle echoed in her ear. "You
would say that," she whispered, but she complied.
Haruka caught her breath as skillful fingers
began to rapidly knead her swollen clitoris. Michiru's
other arm was around Haruka's waist, holding tightly
as she pleasured her beloved. Haruka's thigere ere
trembling and her mouth parted in soft gasps as she
let herself be swept along by this tide of sensation.
Michiru kissed Haruka's shoulder and back as she
pushed her lover to the brink of orgasm. Her other
hand cupped Haruka's right breast and squeezed,
thumbing the erect nipple.
"Oh Haruka. I love you. So much. Oh yes, you
like that don't you? Are you looking, love?"
Haruka groaned as she watched her body
shuddering in the throes of climax. Her knees were
braced against the counter, Michiru holding her up.
That slender hand continued to pump slowly between her
open thighs. Her body jerked a final time before going
completely limp. They slid to the floor together, Michiru
cradling Haruka's nude body. The satisfied blonde lay
between her legs with her head pillowed on Michiru's
soft shoulder. Michiru hugged her lover as if she'd never
let her go, her hand still wet with Haruka's secretions.
Soon Haruka regained her strength and turned to face Michiru.
She gently took the aqua haired artist's face in her hands.
Searching the beautiful blue eyes, she leaned in for a kiss.
Their tongues touched and then they came together passionately.
Haruka could smell the shampoo Michiru used and she
groaned from sheer pleasure. Haruka's hand entered
her robe teasing a tight little nipple.
Michiru caught her arm and smiled mischievously.
"Later." She couldn't resist kissing her partner again.
Haruka's mouth was very persuasive, but Michiru wouldn't
give in and they broke apart with a sigh. "I have to get
ready," Michiru whispered reluctantly.
Haruka nodded trying to calm her racing pulse. She
rose with cat-like grace and offered a gallant hand to
Michiru. The other woman took it and rose lightly to her
feet. Haruka didn't bother with the towel as she simply
grabbed her washcloth and sauntered into the bathroom
seductively swaying her hips. Michiru 's appreciative
gaze followed her lover's slender hips with a slight
smile curving her lips.
Later that evening Michiru had bathed and was
fixing her hair. She stepped out to get her slip and found
Haruka already dressed in her black tux and chatting
online via a data port and their laptop. GorgeousUranus
was in a chat room with Sailor_Rhapsody and Fire Child.
"Who are you talking to?" Michiru asked wrapping
her arms around Haruka's neck and kissing her cheek.
"I'm not really sure right now," Haruka said
measuredly. "It was Ami-chan at home and Mako-chan on
Minako-chan's computer. Then it was Odango and Minako-chan.
Now I'm not sure. The ids changed. That could be Rei-chan."
"What does that say? I can't even read it. It
looks like a jumble of letters."
"Oy, it is." Haruka pinched the bridge of her
nose. "I think they're fighting over the keyboard."
"Rei-chan is a what?" Michiru tried to decipher.
Suddenly there was a chime and little_lightning_bug
came on. "It's Hotaru!" Haruka said happily.
The couple spent several minutes conversing with
their daughter. Haruka informed the little girl that they
had a surprise for her when they returned home. They had
found a beautiful little lamp at one of the many stores
they had explored. Michiru had Haruka send a barrage of
virtual kisses to her little girl and she went to put
on her dress.
She was happy that she could zip it herself. She
wanted to get Haruka's reaction when she was fully dressed.
She knew she looked good. She sprayed a little perfume on
her neck. She wore the pearl earrings Haruka had given to
her last Valentine's day. She pulled her hair up in a loose
style that allowed soft tendrils to escape and frame her
face. With a final check of her reflection, she swept out
of the bathroom and stood unmoving in the middle of the
room. Haruka had just set the laptop in a drawer of the
nightstand. The blonde stood there for a moment with her
hands in her pockets, checking her reflection. Haruka
smiled, rakishly pleased with her appearance.
Michiru knew the exact second that Haruka noticed
her. The teal eyes widened then darkened with intensity.
Haruka stopped breathing. She slowly turned and faced her
beautiful lover. Their eyes locked and they stood frozen,
drinking in the sight of each other.
"Well, how do I look?" Michiru finally ventured.
Haruka reached out as if in a trance and caught her
lover's arm. The place where they touched seemed to be
radiating heat. The blonde woman's handsome face was a mask
of awe and desire. They hovered close together for a moment.
Haruka caught her breath. "You're the most
beautiful woman I have ever met."
Michiru giggled. "I feel the same way about you."
Haruka stood nuzzling her partner's ear before reluctantly
releasing Michiru. The aqua haired beauty found her evening
wrap and slipped it around her slender shoulders. She picked
up her violin and went to collect her lover.
Once Michiru was ready to go, Haruka gallantly
offered her arm to her lover. They swept out of the suite
and downstairs just in time to meet the representative from
the music hall. They were chauffeured to the concert hall.
The second Haruka stepped out of the limousine she was nearly
blinded by the bright flash of camera lights. There was a
crowd around the hall chanting her Michiru's name. She helped
Michiru out and then stood close to her lover's side. With her
hand resting protectively and possessively on Michiru's back,
they made their way inside.
"Did you see that?" Michiru asked with a giggle.
"They love you," Haruka said quietly and smiled to
herself as she was gifted with one of Michiru's extremely rare blushes.
When Michiru walked onto the stage, the crowd went wild.
The beautiful woman in the white evening gown lifted her violin
from its case and began tune it. In attendance were several city
officials, a few of the nation's most important people, and a royal
or two, but Michiru wasn't aware of any of them. Tonight she was
completely focused on the woman in a tuxedo who stood just backstage.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Haruka leaning against
the wall, a slight smile on her lips.
Michiru felt as if she were a million miles above the city.
She closed her eyes and thought of her home, a white house on the
sea shore, where she lived with Haruka, their best friend, and
daughter. She filled her heart and mind with images of her loved
ones: Hotaru building a sandcastle; Setsuna showing off her newest
design; Haruka covered in sweat and grease from working on the car
and playfully trying to hug her; Haruka lying asleep, with the
sheet tucked around her breasts and sunlight streaming through
the window to tease blonde lashes. Joy and love filled Michiru
and shone brightly through her music. The swells held and caused
the crowd to shudder with longing for the hint of utter fulfillment
that raced like a warm undertow through the music and drew the
unsuspecting listener under the waves of notes, where they could
drown and be rn arn anew in the next song.
Haruka stood waiting. It never seemed that she had to
wait long. For her it seemed that there was only a second
between when Michiru began to play and when the applauding
crowd burst from their seats liberated from the spell only
by the death of the aqua haired siren's song.
As Michiru bowed to the audience, Haruka took notice
of the slender lines hidden beneath the gown. She intimately
knew the soft breasts temptingly concealed under the
whispering fabric. Desire flooded through the blonde and
she fell back against the wall as the flood weakened her knees.
"Michiru," she whispered softly to herself. The other
woman looked up and smiled, as if she had heard, before
starting another song. It was something they had written
together. Haruka lost herself in remembrance. They had been at
the piano and Michiru had been balanced on her knee. They had
argued over the notes playfully, both already knowing what
they wanted to create. Haruka had been able to smell Michiru's
light perfume. In fact, she could smell it now. It was
almost as if Michiru was right next to her. Her teal eyes
flew open to meet blue ones.
"Michiru," Haruka whispered her voice unexpectedly
thick.
"I know," Michiru whispered, stopping the
apology already forming on her lover's lips.
On the trip back to the hotel, Haruka's hand rested
on Michiru's skirt clad thigh. The contact was so electric
that Michiru felt rather that Haruka was touching her bare
skin.
Tension knotted Haruka's stomach, she wanted
Michiru. Needed her now. A tremor went through the blonde
racer's frame. Michiru glanced up.
"Cold?" she asked.
"No," Haruka whispered, leaning close to fit her
lips to her lover's, "I'm hot." Their lips crushed together.
Michiru let out a surprised gasp and arched off the seat, her
arms wrapping around Haruka's neck. Haruka's hands went behind
her darling's back and began to unzip the dress. Even in her
haste Haruka's sure hands got it far enough down that she could
uncover Michiru's breasts. Quickly moving onto her knees in
front of the seat, Haruka commenced the long overdue loving
of her partner.
The backless-strapless bra afforded Michiru little
protection from Haruka's hungry mouth. The nipples peaked at
Haruka's expert loving. The blonde lapped at the areola and
tugged at the pink bud with her teeth. She heard Michiru's cry
as she left her for a moment to switch breasts. Haruka's
strong hands were already under Michiru's full skirt.
Michiru's head rolled back.
"H-Haruka," Michiru gasped as her panties were stripped
down her legs. Her skirts were frenetically pushed out of the
way. She cried out as she felt cool air brush the juncture of
her thighs. "Onegai, Haruka!"
Haruka pulled her lover's alabaster thighs onto her
shoulders, desperate to lose herself in Michiru's secret place.
Her mouth gently brushed the soft, shaved lips of her lover's
sex. Michiru jerked at the sensation and Haruka's hands went to
her hips, holding them firmly in place. Haruka dragged her lover
to the edge of the seat and began to lick between the swelling
folds. Michiru's hand was clenched around the seat belt buckle.
She felt the wet slide of Haruka's tongue inside her and her
body responded by twitching her vaginal muscles, trying to
capture the elusive source of her pleasure.
Haruka couldn't get enough as she avidly licked up and
down the fragrant slit, before settling on Michiru's clitoris.
She teased the hood before delving back down into Michiru's very
wet tunnel. Michiru was rocking against Haruka's mouth. She was
so close to losing herself in the all-consuming pleasure.
Haruka feasted on her lover's aroused flesh. She had
nevern son so grateful for the spacious compartment of a
limousine or the tinted panel that kept their activities secret
from the driver's eyes. Michiru cried out and her thighs
clenched on Haruka's shoulders. She came, bucking against
Haruka's busy mouth. In the aftermath she lay back, chest
heaving and legs open as Haruka held them spread wide. The
blonde lovingly continued to lick her partner, cleansing
away the traces of her recent pleasure. When Haruka felt
the car slow as it approached the hotel, she helped Michiru
slip her panties back on and fix her bodice, but Michiru
still had the appearance of a woman recently loved. The
rosy hue of her lips and the red marks on her throat
betrayed her virginal appearance.
As soon as they were back in their suite, Michiru
slipped out of her gown and hung it up. Wearing only her
slip and underwear, she approached her love. Haruka had raided
the mini bar and had opened a tiny bottle of chocolate liqueur.
Michiru took the glass offered to her and sipped at the liquid.
Haruka had already shed her jacket and undone her tie leaving
it hanging loosely around her slender neck.
Michiru reached out a finger and traced it over
Haruka's collarbone. The blonde's breath quickened and a pink
flush danced over her cheeks. Michiru's finger slid down and
across her mate's smooth nipple. The velvety flesh immediately
puckered to a hard pebble. Haruka sighed softly in pleasure as
Michiru kissed her chest. Haruka reached out blindly,
wanting... needing to have Michiru bare against her. Michiru's
fingers tugged desperately at Haruka's belt. Even before the
offending article hit the floor, Michiru was cupping her lover
through the material of her pants. Haruka anxiously caught
the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, causing Michiru to
break contact with her pulsing sex. Haruka's agile fingers n man made short work of Michiru's familiar bra clasp. Michiru
quickly returned the favor, tearing off Haruka's bra. Finally
free from cloth restraints, they brushed their nipples together.
"Yes... more!" Michiru cried out.
"Panties," Haruka whispered urgently, sliding her
hand under the silky material. The blonde was regretting
having put them back on her partner in the limo. After pulling
her own underwear off, Michiru kissed a path down her partner's
stomach to remove the last barrier between them and complete
intimacy. Flicking at her darling's belly button, Michiru eased
open Haruka's pants and kissed her sex through the damp cotton
fabric. Pants and underwear were slid down until they could be
kicked off. Michiru stood, caressing the other woman's sensitive
breasts. Haruka's breath caught at the overwhelming burst of
pleasure. She hooked a finger under Michiru's chin and tipped her
lover's beautiful face up. Their eyes met and, for a moment,
they simply gazed at one another, before Haruka leaned in for
a hungry kiss.
Michiru soft mouth complied with the demands of Haruka's
tongue. Unwilling to wait a moment longer to taste her beloved,
Haruka swept Michiru into her arms and carried her quickly to
the king size bed. Haruka gently lay her lover down then
stretched out next to her. Michiru's leg lifted and curved
around Haruka's hip pulling them closer. Haruka softly pinched
Michiru's nipples. Their soft pink was quickly darkening to a
deeper red as they swelled and hardened. The aqua haired
woman's head broke away to cry out. Her hips jerked forward,
insistently pushing against Haruka's hip.
"Haruka..."
Michiru's hands flew over Haruka's curves, squeezing
and stroking. The blonde pulled back and caught her lover's
hands. Michiru's fingers instinctively entwined with Haruka's.
Haruka kissed down Michiru's neck, hot open mouthed kisses
that caused the violinist to arch wildly. She made a broken
sound and heard Haruka's pleasured groan in response. Her
lover kissed down her chest and smooth belly, before being
drawn back up to once again taste her sweet mouth. Michiru's
fingers tingled as they threaded through her mate's short hair
to guide her lover to the needy juncture of her thighs.
"Mm Michiru..."
"Hai- hai!" Michiru cried out. "Please, Haruka."
Haruka extricated her fro from her lover's embrace
and turned so that she could have be acc access to her darling's
smooth sex. She paused to bask in the heat radiating from her
lover's aroused flesh and to enjoy the light, musky scent.
Michiru was very wet and her thighs were spread apart. Haruka
stroked the soft outer lips. Michiru sobbed in pleasure. Before
she could recover she was once again experiencing the incredible
sensation of Haruka's mouth on her most secret place.
Through the smoky haze of pleasure, Michiru focused on
Haruka's sex so close; the outer lips temptingly parted to show
the soft blush that colored the aroused crevice. Michiru
desperately needed to taste that distant flower. She wrapped her
arms around her lover's hips and buried herself between Haruka's
spread thighs, drinking deeply of her mate's sweetness. Haruka's
head came up and she cried out brokenly in reaction to Michiru's
wonderfully probing tongue. Her hips bucked needily. The pleasure
was incredible. The blonde shuddered as she nearly climaxed from
the sheer joy of her mate's touch.
With her hips still writhing uncontrollably, Haruka
returned to her girlfriend's sex and swirled her tongue around
the opening. Michiru tasted so good to her. She was intoxicated
by her lover's flavor. Needing more, she lowered herself fully
onto her partner and parted the folds with her fingers, leaving
the pink flesh bare to her plundering tongue.
Haruka gasp was muffled as Michiru raked fingers down
her sides sending rays of heat racing toward her lower belly.
She needed relief from this incredible tension; her body was
as taut as a bow. Her love was focused on her clitoris, licking
it steadily and powerfully. When two fingers slid up her firm
thighs and pushed into her soaking vagina, the beautiful blonde
could no longer control herself and she trembled with orgasm.
White-hot bolts of sensation pulsed from her groin. It was so
intense that Haruka began to suck strongly on Michiru's
stiffened clitoris. The other woman's head fell back with a
whimper as she also spasmed violently.
In the aftermath they lay head to tail, completing
and complimenting each other. Soon Michiru started playing
with Haruka's legs. The blonde shifted restlessly as Michiru's
fingertips traced patterns on the sensitive skin behind her
knees. Haruka sat up, her legs curved to the side. Her face
was flushed and her hair was mussed from their recent
pleasurable exertions. She smiled down lazily at the head of
the bed where Michiru lay with her hand resting on her belly.
"I want... I need you again," Haruka whispered, her
teal eyes darkening with emotion and tenderness.
"I'm all yours, darling," Michiru whispered back.
Haruka kissed her lover's calf. Michiru eased up and
caught Haruka's shoulder, guiding her down. For a moment they
cuddled and stroked each other's bodies. Then Haruka lifted
herself onto her forearm and pushed Michiru's legs apart,
placing herself between the spread thighs. The blonde racer
gently fit her sex to her lover's and began to rock steadily.
They gasped at the contact. A fine sheen of sweat appeared on
Haruka's forehead. Michiru cried out softly in pleasure. Their
goal now was not climax but rather the simple joy of making
love. Michiru ran a hand over Haruka's collarbone and up her
neck to cup the blonde's soft cheek. Haruka turned head ad
and fervently placed kisses in Michiru's palm. Two swollen
clitorises bumped steadily, sending warm pulses up the
lover's thighs. The soft sticky sounds echoed through the
room. Michiru squeezed Haruka's flexing bottom.
"M-michiru, ah... you're beautiful."
" I love you, Haruka. So...so much."
Soon their bodies were surging together. They once
again neared orgasm, but Michiru wasn't ready for it to end
just yet. The violinist rolled and Haruka allowed herself
to be taken along. The beautiful blonde found herself beneath
her lover; Michiru was on all fours above her with Harukgs gs
still between her thighs. Michiru used one knee to ease Haruka's
legs apart. Haruka spread herself beneath her love and Michiru
settled in the space created. Michiru kissed her mate, nipping
at her tongue and lips. Haruka groaned as her hips thrust
reflexively against Michiru's belly. Her body was on fire and
desperately sought relief from the throbbing. However, Michiru
had other plans and her insistent hands drew Haruka's legs
around her waist, running the tips of her fingers up and down
Haruka's toned thighs. The blonde groaned and clenched the
sheet with one hand, while the other tried to pull Michiru
closer to her. The aqua haired nymph leaned down and strongly
suckled a tight nipple.
"Yes... Ahh..." Haruka hissed hungrily. Heat rioted
along the blonde's nerve endings. She rose off the bed, shaking
with pleasure. Warm pulses zipped through her body, leaving
her limp and exhausted.
Above her, Michiru continued to grind her pelvis
against Haruka's mound. The blonde slid her hand down
finding her lover's damp slit and rolled her knuckle around
the erect bud of Michiru's clitoris. Michiru convulsively
pushed herself against Haruka's hand and cried softly as her
body jolted with the warm waves of orgasm. Haruka caught
Michiru in her arms as the other womanlapslapsed on top of
her. They snuggled together pleasantly exhausted.
"You're so beautiful, " Haruka whispered tenderly.
"Mm... and I love you so very much." Sighing contentedly, she
snuggled closer pressing Michiru's warm breasts against her side.
Michiru lay there listening to the sound of Haruka's
heartbeat and the soft tones of her voice. The violinist absently
began to trace little hearts on Haruka's shoulder.
"I love you too," Michiru said softly.
Author's Notes: Hi:-) I'm still writing. I have three finished
non-hentai fics on the way. I hope you enjoy this one. Let me
know what you think:-D "koneko-chan" means "kitten." Haruka
calls Usagi that in Stars. I love my editor! She's wonderful!
by Saun
Haruka and Michiru
Rated: H
Michiru looked through her evening gowns with a critical
eye. 'Too long. Too short. Too old. Ahh, perfect. She pulled out
a thick dress bag. She had found this particular gown a month
ago on a trip to Paris. She hadn't worn it yet, but this concert
in Vienna seemed to be the perfect opportunity. The white gown
softly draped her body, hugging her soft curves. Next the young
violinist removed a few of her favorite outfits. She made sure
to select styles that remained on the conservative side. A
black cocktail dress completed her clothing choices. Michiru
made sure to take panty hose and some of her partner's simple
cotton underwear, nothing too frilly. After all, Haruka wasn't
going along, so there was no one to impress.
So that they wouldn't get on anything important if
they leaked, Michiru packed her toiletries and perfume in a
separate bag. She used a special shampoo and conditioner on her
hair. Their light fragrance drove Haruka wild. She made sure that
when she took something that she Har Haruka usually shared that
there was an extra left for her lover to use.
Her final step was gathering all of her cosmetics into
her make-up case. Setsuna had given her the handy gift with
multiple trays that popped out and could be replaced with
different colors. Michiru was delighted that she could create
her own little make-up palette and not be forced to bring
twenty different cases. She selected lipstick shades to go
with each of her eight outfits, then chose eye shadows and
blushes. When she finished packing, she gathered her luggage
and placed them near the front door.
Michiru had hoped that she and Haruka could make love
once more before she left. Unfortunately, Hotaru had spent the
afternoon with Chibi-Usa and was on a sugar high from all of
the sweets she had eaten at the Tsukino house. The little girl
simply didn't want to go to bed. By the time the three adults
had exhausted the child, all they could do was collapse onto
their respective beds and surrender to sleep.
Michiru's alarm went off at four thirty in the morning.
Michiru reached over and switched off the beeping alarm. Haruka
stirred beside her and rolled to the edge of the bed as well.
"You don't have to get up, Love," Michiru whispered,
guilt stricken that she had inadvertently interrupted Haruka's
rest. "You need your sleep."
Haruka sat for a moment before looking up at her with
a sleepy smile. "Nonsense," she said softly, "I'm going with you."
Joy exploded in Michiru's chest. "To the airport?"
Haruka stretched her long, toned legs. "To Vienna,"
she corrected.
Michiru looked wistfully at her love. "Darling, we'll
never be able to get another ticket for you."
"Good thing," Haruka muttered, "because I only need one."
The blonde went to her closet and pulled out an already packed
suitcase and carry-on. Michiru looked on, stunned.
Haruka yawned and headed toward the bathroom. "Well,"
she called behind her, "are you coming?" Michiru hurried to join
her lover.
The two showered together; both were still a little too
groggy to do anything other than bathe. When they were rinsed
clean of all traces of soap, they went back to their room where
Haruka quickly donned her clothes. She left to put the luggage
into the car, while Michiru dressed and did her make-up. Just
before Michiru headed out the door, she went back to her chest
of drawers and grabbed a handful of lacy underclothes. 'These
might be useful after all,' she thought, putting them in her
carry-on.
She found Haruka waiting for her with a cup of hot coffee.
"I thought you might need a little to wake you up."
Michiru took it gratefully. "Thanks."
A few minutes later she touched Haruka's arm lightly.
"Are you ready?"
Haruka grinned. "Are you?"
Michiru didn't reply; she simply handed her coffee
cup to her lover. Haruka finished off what was left before
setting the empty mug in the sink. Michiru picked up her
carry-on and violin case and waited at the door. They left
together, Haruka locking the dsecusecurely behind them.
By eight am they were safely aboard the plane and
on their way. This wasn't Michiru's first trip to Vienna, but
suddenly with Haruka there, the world seemed brighter. There
was more to see and so much she wanted to share with her love.
Sometimes she and Haruka had such different schedules that
they were lucky just to fall asleep in each other's arms, but
now she had an entire week to spend with the woman she loved.
Michiru was looking forward to every second.
A limousine waited to whisk them directly to the
Sacher hotel. It was the best hotel Vienna had to offer. Upon
arriving at their room the two lovers went straight to bed
and fell asleep in each other's arms.
When Michiru finally opened her eyes it was
mid afternoon. She found Haruka already awake and ... watching
television.
"
Oh no you don't. You're going to spend this week
with me, NOT watching car races. You can do that at home."
Haruka looked up, eyes wide with feigned innocence.
"How did it get there, I was watching an informative science
program and, poof, it just changed. It must be sunspots," the
blonde said with a nod.
Hiding a smile, Michiru turned to walk into the
bathroom. With a teasing glint in her eye, she sighed, "And I
thought I left my child with Setsuna." When she came back,
Haruka was sitting in a chair waiting for her; the television
was off. Michiru looked inquiringly at Haruka.
"Is the race over?"
"I turned it off, so I could spend time with you."
Michiru smiled at her best friend and partner. She
slid her arms around Haruka as she positioned herself in her
love's lap. "I'm so glad you decided to come with me. There's
so much I want to show you."
Haruka returned the hug and stroked Michiru's hair.
"I should have done this a long time ago."
Michiru smiled against her chest. "I know just the
thing to start with."
Haruka allowed herself a slow grin. "Oh, and what
might that be?"
lf alf an hour later Haruka found herself in front
of a building that proudly proclaimed itself home to the Vienna
Choir Boys. Michiru tried to slip in like the rest, but the woman
at the door recognized her. Before they knew it they found
themselves the center of attention. Several people asked for
autographs and a few recognized Haruka as well. Finally the couple
took their seats.
The choir filed on to the stage. Every young boy wore
a serious expression and an outfit that very much resembled the
Japanese school uniform with its sailor suit style collars. The
boy in the middle stepped forward and bowed to Michiru, acknowledging
her presence as an honor. Michiru nodded formally to the little boy
in the sailor suit. The young musicians stood at strict attention.
The audience waited for them to begin singing.
Michiru was acutely aware of Haruka's hand in her own. She
leaned over and whispered in her mate's ear, "They're so kawaii."
Haruka subtly inclined her head; she knew how much Michiru loved
children. The beautiful violinist was always giving lessons to any
child who wished to take them. Michiru was extremely generous and
often covered the expenses of many of her students, even to the
point of finding a violin for them to practice on if they couldn't
afford one. Haruka's heart swelled at the thought of her lover. She
hoped Michiru understood how much she loved her. Sometimes the blonde
feared she couldn't express her love the way she wanted to.
Michiru felt herself being swept away by the music that
filled the room. She briefly wondered if anyone else was this
affected. As she looked once again at the children, a little boy
in the middle caught her eye. He looked much like she imagined a
young Haruka would have appeared. She squeezed Haruka's hand and
was rewarded with a barely perceptible start from the blonde. Michiru
allowed herself a secret smile; so she hadn't been the only
one affected by the song.
As the children finished the final song on the program, the
boys left the stage to the accompaniment of loud applause by the crowd.
Twice the boys came back to sing an encore. Michiru and Haruka
exchanged knowing looks and rose for a third time to applaud. This
time cho choir returned to sing Edelweiss.
Michiru lay her head against Haruka's shoulder and listened
to the familiar tune. These children were incredible. Maybe she
should teach choir tootarotaru would probably enjoy that.
Haruka was just thinking to herself that they were
lucky that Michiru hadn't decided to start a choir.
"What do you want to do now?" Haruka asked while they
stood outside after the concert.
Michiru smiled and caught Haruka's hand. "Let's do a
little shopping before lunch."
"Lu" Ha" Haruka echoed hopefully as Michiru caught
her arm and pulled her into a nearby shop. Two hours later Haruka
was getting antsy.
"Try this hat on." Michiru had a deep red beret in her hands.
"I don't want a hat." Haruka ducked out from under an
attempt to place it on her sandy blonde head. "Come on, Michiru."
"Haruka!" Michiru intoned emphatically, stopping
Haruka mid-flight.
Haruka stood with her arms folded over her chest as
Michiru rearranged the beret until she was satisfied. "There.
Now look at it before you say you don't want it." Michiru
was deceptively strong despite her delicate looks and she
pulled Haruka in front of the mirror. The blonde racer's eyes
widened as she looked at her reflection. The beret looked
perfect with her eyes, accentuating the green, rather than
the blue color. All of her earlier irritation washed away;
it was perfect. Her lover had fantastic fashion sense.
After leaving the store, they passed a bakery. Haruka
stood smelling the food and realized that she hadn't eaten
that day. Michiru looked up surprised when Haruka's stomach
gave an angry grumble.
"I guess it's time for lunch," she said with a smile.
Haruka looked embarrassed. "Ah."
"Come on, Koneko-chan, let's get you fed." The
beautiful violinist turned and headed for a nearby café.
It took Haruka a minute to register the comment. "Hey!"
Michiru returned to her lover and caught the blonde
woman's hand. Haruka softly squeezed, totally forgetting the
affront.
They settled at a small table looking out over the street.
"I love the coffee here," Haruka said with a happy sigh.
Michiru stirred more cream into her cup. "I don't
understand how you can drink it black."
"It keeps me awake and primed for other activities," Haruka
teased her eyes darkening as she regarded the beautiful
profile of her lover. Michiru nearly lost herself in the pools
of blue green.
"Perhaps you should order another cup," she suggested,
her own eyes full of promise. Haruka felt a throb that went
from her sex all the way to her toes. How quickly could they
get to the hotel and...? No, Michiru had to perform tonight.
Lovemaking would have to wait... for now.
They walked hand in hand back to their l, wl, welcoming
the closeness. When they returned to the room Haruka decided
to let Michiru rest before her performance. She even let her
partner use the bathtub first. When she heard Michiru finishing
in the bathroom, Haruka discarded her clothes in a pile on the
floor and wrapped a towel around her body. Haruka took a quick
glance in the mirror. She sighed at her reflection and ran a
hand through her stubborn bangs. Wearing only a robe, Michiru
walked up and slid her arms around the preoccupied blonde's
waist, giving her a tight hug. Haruka smiled and tried to turn
and embrace her partner, but a firm hand on her thigh checked
her movement.
"Do you know what I love about you, Haruka?" Michiru
whisd, bd, busily undoing the knot in the towel so that the
cloth dropped out of her way.
"Uhh..." Haruka's mind was a complete blank as her
lover stroked her firm stomach and cupped her breasts. The
nipples puckered at the first soft stroke and hardened as
Michiru continto mto massage them.
"I love these. Look how they swell to my touch.
They're perfect. You're perfect." She sighed lovingly.
Kisses traveled up Haruka's neck causing her
to moan as her knees went weak.
"I love your neck. I love your collarbone and
how it makes the most beautiful shadows, here and here."
Her fingers gently traced each part as she spoke. "I
can't even begin to imagine a more perfect model." For
the first time Haruka began to see herself the wayichiichiru envisioned her- slender hips, firm breasts. She
was made of subtle curves, contrasted with the taut lines
of the muscles in her abdomen and shoulders. She
was...beautiful.
"Michiru," Haruka whispered breathlessly.
"What, Haruka? Tell me what you want, Love."
Haruka's hand fumbled for her lover's and then
dragged Michiru's talented fingers down where she
desperately needed them.
"Oh yes...I love this too. Are you ready for
me?" Those expert fingers parted her folds and dipped
inside, teasing. Haruka mewled
"Oh yes, and I would say you've been ready.
Look at yourself, Darling...look at us." Haruka's eyes
opened and she saw her nude body flushed in pleasure. Her
legs were spread wide and between them lay her glistening
need. Her eyes focused on Michiru's fingers as two slowly
entered her.
"Ohh yess..." The young athlete's body arched and
she sobbed with excess emotion.
Michiru started an even rhythm. As she slid
her fingers out and back into Haruka's drenched passage,
she made sure to excite the little nubbin at the front
of Haruka's sex.
They watched together, Michiru's soft cheek
pressed against Haruka's. Slender fingers slid in and
out of the opening. For the first time Haruka was able
to see her sex darken from its soft pink to a deep rose.
Haruka bit her lip and groaned as her hips thrust in
counterpoint to Michiru's hand.
"Michi-Michiru...faster, please faster," she
gasped out, using her hips to try and incite Michiru's
fingers to move. Bites on her earlobe caused her to
growl low in her throat.
Michiru's low chuckle echoed in her ear. "You
would say that," she whispered, but she complied.
Haruka caught her breath as skillful fingers
began to rapidly knead her swollen clitoris. Michiru's
other arm was around Haruka's waist, holding tightly
as she pleasured her beloved. Haruka's thigere ere
trembling and her mouth parted in soft gasps as she
let herself be swept along by this tide of sensation.
Michiru kissed Haruka's shoulder and back as she
pushed her lover to the brink of orgasm. Her other
hand cupped Haruka's right breast and squeezed,
thumbing the erect nipple.
"Oh Haruka. I love you. So much. Oh yes, you
like that don't you? Are you looking, love?"
Haruka groaned as she watched her body
shuddering in the throes of climax. Her knees were
braced against the counter, Michiru holding her up.
That slender hand continued to pump slowly between her
open thighs. Her body jerked a final time before going
completely limp. They slid to the floor together, Michiru
cradling Haruka's nude body. The satisfied blonde lay
between her legs with her head pillowed on Michiru's
soft shoulder. Michiru hugged her lover as if she'd never
let her go, her hand still wet with Haruka's secretions.
Soon Haruka regained her strength and turned to face Michiru.
She gently took the aqua haired artist's face in her hands.
Searching the beautiful blue eyes, she leaned in for a kiss.
Their tongues touched and then they came together passionately.
Haruka could smell the shampoo Michiru used and she
groaned from sheer pleasure. Haruka's hand entered
her robe teasing a tight little nipple.
Michiru caught her arm and smiled mischievously.
"Later." She couldn't resist kissing her partner again.
Haruka's mouth was very persuasive, but Michiru wouldn't
give in and they broke apart with a sigh. "I have to get
ready," Michiru whispered reluctantly.
Haruka nodded trying to calm her racing pulse. She
rose with cat-like grace and offered a gallant hand to
Michiru. The other woman took it and rose lightly to her
feet. Haruka didn't bother with the towel as she simply
grabbed her washcloth and sauntered into the bathroom
seductively swaying her hips. Michiru 's appreciative
gaze followed her lover's slender hips with a slight
smile curving her lips.
Later that evening Michiru had bathed and was
fixing her hair. She stepped out to get her slip and found
Haruka already dressed in her black tux and chatting
online via a data port and their laptop. GorgeousUranus
was in a chat room with Sailor_Rhapsody and Fire Child.
"Who are you talking to?" Michiru asked wrapping
her arms around Haruka's neck and kissing her cheek.
"I'm not really sure right now," Haruka said
measuredly. "It was Ami-chan at home and Mako-chan on
Minako-chan's computer. Then it was Odango and Minako-chan.
Now I'm not sure. The ids changed. That could be Rei-chan."
"What does that say? I can't even read it. It
looks like a jumble of letters."
"Oy, it is." Haruka pinched the bridge of her
nose. "I think they're fighting over the keyboard."
"Rei-chan is a what?" Michiru tried to decipher.
Suddenly there was a chime and little_lightning_bug
came on. "It's Hotaru!" Haruka said happily.
The couple spent several minutes conversing with
their daughter. Haruka informed the little girl that they
had a surprise for her when they returned home. They had
found a beautiful little lamp at one of the many stores
they had explored. Michiru had Haruka send a barrage of
virtual kisses to her little girl and she went to put
on her dress.
She was happy that she could zip it herself. She
wanted to get Haruka's reaction when she was fully dressed.
She knew she looked good. She sprayed a little perfume on
her neck. She wore the pearl earrings Haruka had given to
her last Valentine's day. She pulled her hair up in a loose
style that allowed soft tendrils to escape and frame her
face. With a final check of her reflection, she swept out
of the bathroom and stood unmoving in the middle of the
room. Haruka had just set the laptop in a drawer of the
nightstand. The blonde stood there for a moment with her
hands in her pockets, checking her reflection. Haruka
smiled, rakishly pleased with her appearance.
Michiru knew the exact second that Haruka noticed
her. The teal eyes widened then darkened with intensity.
Haruka stopped breathing. She slowly turned and faced her
beautiful lover. Their eyes locked and they stood frozen,
drinking in the sight of each other.
"Well, how do I look?" Michiru finally ventured.
Haruka reached out as if in a trance and caught her
lover's arm. The place where they touched seemed to be
radiating heat. The blonde woman's handsome face was a mask
of awe and desire. They hovered close together for a moment.
Haruka caught her breath. "You're the most
beautiful woman I have ever met."
Michiru giggled. "I feel the same way about you."
Haruka stood nuzzling her partner's ear before reluctantly
releasing Michiru. The aqua haired beauty found her evening
wrap and slipped it around her slender shoulders. She picked
up her violin and went to collect her lover.
Once Michiru was ready to go, Haruka gallantly
offered her arm to her lover. They swept out of the suite
and downstairs just in time to meet the representative from
the music hall. They were chauffeured to the concert hall.
The second Haruka stepped out of the limousine she was nearly
blinded by the bright flash of camera lights. There was a
crowd around the hall chanting her Michiru's name. She helped
Michiru out and then stood close to her lover's side. With her
hand resting protectively and possessively on Michiru's back,
they made their way inside.
"Did you see that?" Michiru asked with a giggle.
"They love you," Haruka said quietly and smiled to
herself as she was gifted with one of Michiru's extremely rare blushes.
When Michiru walked onto the stage, the crowd went wild.
The beautiful woman in the white evening gown lifted her violin
from its case and began tune it. In attendance were several city
officials, a few of the nation's most important people, and a royal
or two, but Michiru wasn't aware of any of them. Tonight she was
completely focused on the woman in a tuxedo who stood just backstage.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Haruka leaning against
the wall, a slight smile on her lips.
Michiru felt as if she were a million miles above the city.
She closed her eyes and thought of her home, a white house on the
sea shore, where she lived with Haruka, their best friend, and
daughter. She filled her heart and mind with images of her loved
ones: Hotaru building a sandcastle; Setsuna showing off her newest
design; Haruka covered in sweat and grease from working on the car
and playfully trying to hug her; Haruka lying asleep, with the
sheet tucked around her breasts and sunlight streaming through
the window to tease blonde lashes. Joy and love filled Michiru
and shone brightly through her music. The swells held and caused
the crowd to shudder with longing for the hint of utter fulfillment
that raced like a warm undertow through the music and drew the
unsuspecting listener under the waves of notes, where they could
drown and be rn arn anew in the next song.
Haruka stood waiting. It never seemed that she had to
wait long. For her it seemed that there was only a second
between when Michiru began to play and when the applauding
crowd burst from their seats liberated from the spell only
by the death of the aqua haired siren's song.
As Michiru bowed to the audience, Haruka took notice
of the slender lines hidden beneath the gown. She intimately
knew the soft breasts temptingly concealed under the
whispering fabric. Desire flooded through the blonde and
she fell back against the wall as the flood weakened her knees.
"Michiru," she whispered softly to herself. The other
woman looked up and smiled, as if she had heard, before
starting another song. It was something they had written
together. Haruka lost herself in remembrance. They had been at
the piano and Michiru had been balanced on her knee. They had
argued over the notes playfully, both already knowing what
they wanted to create. Haruka had been able to smell Michiru's
light perfume. In fact, she could smell it now. It was
almost as if Michiru was right next to her. Her teal eyes
flew open to meet blue ones.
"Michiru," Haruka whispered her voice unexpectedly
thick.
"I know," Michiru whispered, stopping the
apology already forming on her lover's lips.
On the trip back to the hotel, Haruka's hand rested
on Michiru's skirt clad thigh. The contact was so electric
that Michiru felt rather that Haruka was touching her bare
skin.
Tension knotted Haruka's stomach, she wanted
Michiru. Needed her now. A tremor went through the blonde
racer's frame. Michiru glanced up.
"Cold?" she asked.
"No," Haruka whispered, leaning close to fit her
lips to her lover's, "I'm hot." Their lips crushed together.
Michiru let out a surprised gasp and arched off the seat, her
arms wrapping around Haruka's neck. Haruka's hands went behind
her darling's back and began to unzip the dress. Even in her
haste Haruka's sure hands got it far enough down that she could
uncover Michiru's breasts. Quickly moving onto her knees in
front of the seat, Haruka commenced the long overdue loving
of her partner.
The backless-strapless bra afforded Michiru little
protection from Haruka's hungry mouth. The nipples peaked at
Haruka's expert loving. The blonde lapped at the areola and
tugged at the pink bud with her teeth. She heard Michiru's cry
as she left her for a moment to switch breasts. Haruka's
strong hands were already under Michiru's full skirt.
Michiru's head rolled back.
"H-Haruka," Michiru gasped as her panties were stripped
down her legs. Her skirts were frenetically pushed out of the
way. She cried out as she felt cool air brush the juncture of
her thighs. "Onegai, Haruka!"
Haruka pulled her lover's alabaster thighs onto her
shoulders, desperate to lose herself in Michiru's secret place.
Her mouth gently brushed the soft, shaved lips of her lover's
sex. Michiru jerked at the sensation and Haruka's hands went to
her hips, holding them firmly in place. Haruka dragged her lover
to the edge of the seat and began to lick between the swelling
folds. Michiru's hand was clenched around the seat belt buckle.
She felt the wet slide of Haruka's tongue inside her and her
body responded by twitching her vaginal muscles, trying to
capture the elusive source of her pleasure.
Haruka couldn't get enough as she avidly licked up and
down the fragrant slit, before settling on Michiru's clitoris.
She teased the hood before delving back down into Michiru's very
wet tunnel. Michiru was rocking against Haruka's mouth. She was
so close to losing herself in the all-consuming pleasure.
Haruka feasted on her lover's aroused flesh. She had
nevern son so grateful for the spacious compartment of a
limousine or the tinted panel that kept their activities secret
from the driver's eyes. Michiru cried out and her thighs
clenched on Haruka's shoulders. She came, bucking against
Haruka's busy mouth. In the aftermath she lay back, chest
heaving and legs open as Haruka held them spread wide. The
blonde lovingly continued to lick her partner, cleansing
away the traces of her recent pleasure. When Haruka felt
the car slow as it approached the hotel, she helped Michiru
slip her panties back on and fix her bodice, but Michiru
still had the appearance of a woman recently loved. The
rosy hue of her lips and the red marks on her throat
betrayed her virginal appearance.
As soon as they were back in their suite, Michiru
slipped out of her gown and hung it up. Wearing only her
slip and underwear, she approached her love. Haruka had raided
the mini bar and had opened a tiny bottle of chocolate liqueur.
Michiru took the glass offered to her and sipped at the liquid.
Haruka had already shed her jacket and undone her tie leaving
it hanging loosely around her slender neck.
Michiru reached out a finger and traced it over
Haruka's collarbone. The blonde's breath quickened and a pink
flush danced over her cheeks. Michiru's finger slid down and
across her mate's smooth nipple. The velvety flesh immediately
puckered to a hard pebble. Haruka sighed softly in pleasure as
Michiru kissed her chest. Haruka reached out blindly,
wanting... needing to have Michiru bare against her. Michiru's
fingers tugged desperately at Haruka's belt. Even before the
offending article hit the floor, Michiru was cupping her lover
through the material of her pants. Haruka anxiously caught
the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, causing Michiru to
break contact with her pulsing sex. Haruka's agile fingers n man made short work of Michiru's familiar bra clasp. Michiru
quickly returned the favor, tearing off Haruka's bra. Finally
free from cloth restraints, they brushed their nipples together.
"Yes... more!" Michiru cried out.
"Panties," Haruka whispered urgently, sliding her
hand under the silky material. The blonde was regretting
having put them back on her partner in the limo. After pulling
her own underwear off, Michiru kissed a path down her partner's
stomach to remove the last barrier between them and complete
intimacy. Flicking at her darling's belly button, Michiru eased
open Haruka's pants and kissed her sex through the damp cotton
fabric. Pants and underwear were slid down until they could be
kicked off. Michiru stood, caressing the other woman's sensitive
breasts. Haruka's breath caught at the overwhelming burst of
pleasure. She hooked a finger under Michiru's chin and tipped her
lover's beautiful face up. Their eyes met and, for a moment,
they simply gazed at one another, before Haruka leaned in for
a hungry kiss.
Michiru soft mouth complied with the demands of Haruka's
tongue. Unwilling to wait a moment longer to taste her beloved,
Haruka swept Michiru into her arms and carried her quickly to
the king size bed. Haruka gently lay her lover down then
stretched out next to her. Michiru's leg lifted and curved
around Haruka's hip pulling them closer. Haruka softly pinched
Michiru's nipples. Their soft pink was quickly darkening to a
deeper red as they swelled and hardened. The aqua haired
woman's head broke away to cry out. Her hips jerked forward,
insistently pushing against Haruka's hip.
"Haruka..."
Michiru's hands flew over Haruka's curves, squeezing
and stroking. The blonde pulled back and caught her lover's
hands. Michiru's fingers instinctively entwined with Haruka's.
Haruka kissed down Michiru's neck, hot open mouthed kisses
that caused the violinist to arch wildly. She made a broken
sound and heard Haruka's pleasured groan in response. Her
lover kissed down her chest and smooth belly, before being
drawn back up to once again taste her sweet mouth. Michiru's
fingers tingled as they threaded through her mate's short hair
to guide her lover to the needy juncture of her thighs.
"Mm Michiru..."
"Hai- hai!" Michiru cried out. "Please, Haruka."
Haruka extricated her fro from her lover's embrace
and turned so that she could have be acc access to her darling's
smooth sex. She paused to bask in the heat radiating from her
lover's aroused flesh and to enjoy the light, musky scent.
Michiru was very wet and her thighs were spread apart. Haruka
stroked the soft outer lips. Michiru sobbed in pleasure. Before
she could recover she was once again experiencing the incredible
sensation of Haruka's mouth on her most secret place.
Through the smoky haze of pleasure, Michiru focused on
Haruka's sex so close; the outer lips temptingly parted to show
the soft blush that colored the aroused crevice. Michiru
desperately needed to taste that distant flower. She wrapped her
arms around her lover's hips and buried herself between Haruka's
spread thighs, drinking deeply of her mate's sweetness. Haruka's
head came up and she cried out brokenly in reaction to Michiru's
wonderfully probing tongue. Her hips bucked needily. The pleasure
was incredible. The blonde shuddered as she nearly climaxed from
the sheer joy of her mate's touch.
With her hips still writhing uncontrollably, Haruka
returned to her girlfriend's sex and swirled her tongue around
the opening. Michiru tasted so good to her. She was intoxicated
by her lover's flavor. Needing more, she lowered herself fully
onto her partner and parted the folds with her fingers, leaving
the pink flesh bare to her plundering tongue.
Haruka gasp was muffled as Michiru raked fingers down
her sides sending rays of heat racing toward her lower belly.
She needed relief from this incredible tension; her body was
as taut as a bow. Her love was focused on her clitoris, licking
it steadily and powerfully. When two fingers slid up her firm
thighs and pushed into her soaking vagina, the beautiful blonde
could no longer control herself and she trembled with orgasm.
White-hot bolts of sensation pulsed from her groin. It was so
intense that Haruka began to suck strongly on Michiru's
stiffened clitoris. The other woman's head fell back with a
whimper as she also spasmed violently.
In the aftermath they lay head to tail, completing
and complimenting each other. Soon Michiru started playing
with Haruka's legs. The blonde shifted restlessly as Michiru's
fingertips traced patterns on the sensitive skin behind her
knees. Haruka sat up, her legs curved to the side. Her face
was flushed and her hair was mussed from their recent
pleasurable exertions. She smiled down lazily at the head of
the bed where Michiru lay with her hand resting on her belly.
"I want... I need you again," Haruka whispered, her
teal eyes darkening with emotion and tenderness.
"I'm all yours, darling," Michiru whispered back.
Haruka kissed her lover's calf. Michiru eased up and
caught Haruka's shoulder, guiding her down. For a moment they
cuddled and stroked each other's bodies. Then Haruka lifted
herself onto her forearm and pushed Michiru's legs apart,
placing herself between the spread thighs. The blonde racer
gently fit her sex to her lover's and began to rock steadily.
They gasped at the contact. A fine sheen of sweat appeared on
Haruka's forehead. Michiru cried out softly in pleasure. Their
goal now was not climax but rather the simple joy of making
love. Michiru ran a hand over Haruka's collarbone and up her
neck to cup the blonde's soft cheek. Haruka turned head ad
and fervently placed kisses in Michiru's palm. Two swollen
clitorises bumped steadily, sending warm pulses up the
lover's thighs. The soft sticky sounds echoed through the
room. Michiru squeezed Haruka's flexing bottom.
"M-michiru, ah... you're beautiful."
" I love you, Haruka. So...so much."
Soon their bodies were surging together. They once
again neared orgasm, but Michiru wasn't ready for it to end
just yet. The violinist rolled and Haruka allowed herself
to be taken along. The beautiful blonde found herself beneath
her lover; Michiru was on all fours above her with Harukgs gs
still between her thighs. Michiru used one knee to ease Haruka's
legs apart. Haruka spread herself beneath her love and Michiru
settled in the space created. Michiru kissed her mate, nipping
at her tongue and lips. Haruka groaned as her hips thrust
reflexively against Michiru's belly. Her body was on fire and
desperately sought relief from the throbbing. However, Michiru
had other plans and her insistent hands drew Haruka's legs
around her waist, running the tips of her fingers up and down
Haruka's toned thighs. The blonde groaned and clenched the
sheet with one hand, while the other tried to pull Michiru
closer to her. The aqua haired nymph leaned down and strongly
suckled a tight nipple.
"Yes... Ahh..." Haruka hissed hungrily. Heat rioted
along the blonde's nerve endings. She rose off the bed, shaking
with pleasure. Warm pulses zipped through her body, leaving
her limp and exhausted.
Above her, Michiru continued to grind her pelvis
against Haruka's mound. The blonde slid her hand down
finding her lover's damp slit and rolled her knuckle around
the erect bud of Michiru's clitoris. Michiru convulsively
pushed herself against Haruka's hand and cried softly as her
body jolted with the warm waves of orgasm. Haruka caught
Michiru in her arms as the other womanlapslapsed on top of
her. They snuggled together pleasantly exhausted.
"You're so beautiful, " Haruka whispered tenderly.
"Mm... and I love you so very much." Sighing contentedly, she
snuggled closer pressing Michiru's warm breasts against her side.
Michiru lay there listening to the sound of Haruka's
heartbeat and the soft tones of her voice. The violinist absently
began to trace little hearts on Haruka's shoulder.
"I love you too," Michiru said softly.
Author's Notes: Hi:-) I'm still writing. I have three finished
non-hentai fics on the way. I hope you enjoy this one. Let me
know what you think:-D "koneko-chan" means "kitten." Haruka
calls Usagi that in Stars. I love my editor! She's wonderful!