The following story in two chapters is the prologue to our premier work, each chapter is the perspective of each one: Haruka and Michiru. It's rated T, but the next part, uploaded as a different story is rated M. If you want to know when it's published, please follow this author.

The Art of Seduction

MICHIRU

It was funny to see how preconceptions made people believe fake realities.

Haruka always was masculine and strong, therefore she must be the one who perverted Michiru: if they knew the truth it was everything backward, the blonde was comfortably doing sports when Michiru looked for her because she liked her… no, actually she was crazy for her, she was dying for riding in her car and used to imagine in the backseat under the stars… And not just that, people used to believe that Haruka was a pervert, insatiable, but actually it couldn't be more distant: one of her biggest successes is making people believe that Haruka was the dominant one in the bedroom, but the reality was Michiru the exigent, the insatiable, the one that seduces her partner. Of course, the athlete wasn't an innocent girl and she participates actively, or rather participated. If she was right, they haven't had time to lock themselves in the room for a while for a couple months, and anxiety was taking its toll.

First, it was her own job that made her tired and when Haruka looked for her during the night, many times she fell asleep like a log, in front of the amused and frustrated sight of the blonde, who just kissed her on the forehead and hugged her to sleep. When her amount of work decreased, Haruka was the one without time and even she didn't react when Michiru stood before her in sexy lingerie, or even naked. The blonde squeezed her and fell asleep hiding her face in her neck or her breasts, but without playing with them. Yet, Haruka kept calling her by her secrets names, kept detached to her all night, but there was no sex at all.

That started to have an effect on Michiru's mood, every day she felt less desirable and often asked Haruka if she thought she was pretty, and once she started to cry because she imagined Haruka didn't consider her partner attractive. It was painful to remember that talking.

Haruka sighed deeply and shook her head while pinched her nose bridge.

"I… am not with you as I should, I feel guilty because I'm disappointing you." Stared at her and caressed her cheek. "Forgive me."

The blonde looked sadly at her. Michiru dropped on the bed, shaking her head.

"Can you at least show me you still desire me?"

"Michiru…" She couldn't hold her sight and gazed down. "I… Haven't had those desires for a long time…"

A thorn pierced the artist's heart who inhaled deeply, looking for courage.

"I won't force you if you don't desire me… sometimes I feel that is obligatory for you, I understand you're exhausted, although is kind of… frustrating the fact you don't desire me as you did."

"It's just that, lack of time and fatigue; stress too, maybe."

"Do you still desire me?" Her lip trembled while she asked.

"Michiru...", looked back at her, "it's not about you, or your body, don't think that. If I don't have desires now, it doesn't mean that I don't love you or want to be with you."

The aquanette curled up between Haruka's arms, trying to contain her sadness.

"I'm sorry I'm too invasive…" She couldn't hold anymore and let her tears run down her cheeks.

Michiru didn't doubt about Haruka's faithfulness, but there always was the chance she stopped loving her or desiring her. The blonde squeezed her again and repeated that it was just fatigue, however, there were just a few days left to finish her project, and therefore her libido will be back to normal levels.

Yet, the aquanette didn't know what to do anymore; she needed to recover what was hers. Besides, she was requested to give a speech about female sexuality in art, and she had to work with erotic images from different ages, as it wasn't enough with the fire she felt burning between her legs, and she didn't hope her lover helped her with it, because finally, that day Haruka left to Italy for a week in order to show her project.

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