A/N: This'll be my first chapter story! Yay! Hopefully, I can get this to work. ^^ Oh, and Michiru and her 'partner' are pretty out-of-character, but then, have you ever read something of mine when they were? ^^ (PS: Kiroto's mine, and I had a heckuva time finding out a Japanese name/alibi/nickname)
Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi, it's been a while, but again, I'm borrowing your fabulous characters from your manga, Sailor Moon!
Our Mission's Practically Impossible
(When You're Making Me Forget It)
Michiru Kaioh was out of her normal element.
Yet, putting aside that fact, she was doing well on her own. Decked out in a very uncharacteristic set of jeans and black t-shirt, the graceful violinist looked pretty jaw-droppingly sexy. She was now straddling the back of a chair, situated in a quiet corner of a club called 'Sinful Beauties', talking lowly to a short-haired blonde.
Lowering dark eyes, Michiru gently cupped the side of a strong jaw, stroking the sensitive skin.
"Michiru...-san."
The breathy sigh was welcomed with a low chuckle, and lensed red eyes opened in surprise when Michiru reached around the back of a slender neck and breathed hotly into a pink-turned ear.
"Call me... Michiru, Kiroto. It'd be my pleasure if I could hear my name without further... honorifics... between us."
Inside, Michiru was berating herself.
She knew the importance and usage of honorifics on one's name, and the closeness one implied, practically STAMPED on a relationship, without them. It didn't matter she'd just come back home from a world tour as the professional violinist, she was back in Tokyo to gather information about the leader of a Black Market organization that kept trading illegal animals.
Lightly nuzzling the taller woman's neck, right where it met shoulder, Michiru just had to grin at the beginning murmur of a curse. She just didn't get enough appreciation for her abilities and talents in seducing the fairer sex.
Of course, she wouldn't HAVE this job if she wasn't recognized for it.
Subtlety and efficiency was needed when coercing a crime from a Black-Market participant, after all. Strength and agility, too.
So where was her partner?
Michiru gave a soft lick to the underside of jaw, then lithely stood, circling around the blonde and covering lustful eyes. Kneading gently on the side of an arm, Michiru scanned the darkened club for a familiar face, one she'd learned to rely on the past two months.
She'd be here.
She was SUPPOSED to be here.
Where WAS she. . .?
And Michiru, too soon, had a very willing master of crime- no, WOMAN- in her arms. She pulled away slightly and gazed up into sparkling blue eyes.
Kiroto 'Meijin Hanzai' was a dominating aspect of woman, towering a good foot over Michiru. Her blue eyes, normally sharp and bright in calculated decision, were softened to a darkened pool blue, her normally-strict lashing of blonde hair to forehead now set loose and wavy about her eyes.
A free smile crinkled the corners of her mouth, and the woman branded 'crime master' now threw herself off as a woman with needs. Strong hands gently encircled the full of her hips, and Michiru braced herself on soft chest, well-rounded by a sports bra-size too small.
Pulled up close and personal, Michiru smiled up into questing eyes, acknowledging the other woman's loose claiming stamp. In this position, Michiru would be the one to encite the relationship.
Firmly anchored pelvis and under, Michiru had the option of pushing away with her arms, depleting contact.
But she didn't.
Even if she hadn't been assigned with her partner to investigate the matter of Kiroto going gang-banger crazy in the black market, supervising the trading of weapons and animals, Michiru would still be attracted to the woman smiling softly down at her, the intense blue drawing out a longing within her.
Leaning forwards, violinist hooked her hands into the lapels of simple earth-brown shirt and pulled.
"Want to invite me to your place, tippy-toes?"
Kiroto's laughing hint had Michiru back-pedalling forwards. She needed to be invited to the crime master's home, or all her yanking-at-the-leash prey would be for nothing. Nuzzling at the provocative collarbone underneath her nipping lips, Michiru urged back, wrapping her hands around slim waist.
"My brother's home, and he's got his own homophobic slurs when li'l sis comes back wih a bed-buddy."
Instantly, Michiru felt a shuddering race through the woman she held. It went as quickly as it came, and when she looked back up into dark eyes, Michiru could only see rampant desire. A twisted smile, and then the lowering of fair head, breathing gone heavy.
"My place it is, then."
Michiru allowed herself a leering grin, then puckered up to recieve the kiss. Kiroto really was beautiful, she realized then. It wasn't a chore doing business with her after all-
"Hey, Fisticuffs, I'm here for ya ta saddle!"
And Michiru had only the time to recognize her partner's street-edge drawl they'd agreed she'd have to have, before Kiroto was ripped away by a hand on her shoulder and she fell backwards into a chair.
Glimpsing the Sky King lounging regal and proud, wind-tousled hair swirling as she dodged a thrown punch, wild grin twinkling merrily, Michiru sighed in annoyance.
Her partner had appeared.
A/N: And everyone can guess who that is, can't they? ^^ hint, hint- lookit the character labels! Okay, so anyway, they're FBI agents! ^^ or something to that extent. How's it going, folks? See ya next chapter!
