Their eyes were locked in complete concentration. Her blue eyes burning right through the blue-green eyes across from hers. She didn't want to stare, but she was frozen. She felt guilty, but she didn't really care in the moment. Her body was numb, as numb as it was going to get before she would drop dead from her own torment. She'd seen words crumble, people die, demons die, friends die. She'd seen life reborn, flowers bloom, fire cut through the night and pierce the evil... but she never thought she'd be afraid to face her own ally...
Usagi cleared her throat and turned away from Haruka's piercing stare as a blush came to her face. She nibbled on her bottom lip the way she knew Haruka loved it, and then stopped to scold herself for teasing the poor girl. Haruka leaned over the table to stare harder at Usagi in almost a teasing manner. Usagi shut her eyes tight and tried to listen to the speech given. Her mind raced with a million thoughts. A million thoughts about Haruka. A million thoughts about the sensations.
~.~.~.~.~
Her soft, but strong hands trailed down the girl's chest.
~.~.~.~.~
She shook the thoughts from her head again and sideways glanced to see Haruka still staring, helplessly at her, almost whimpering. It wasn't until Michiru nudged the sky goddess in her side that she turned away from Usagi to listen to Setsuna's speech.
"Usagi-chan... are you all right?" Setsuna tilted her head in a confused manner. The senshi met up back at Haruka, Michiru and Setsuna's house to talk about a few things that Setsuna had been thinking of.
"Fine, fine. I'm fine. Just fine... why wouldn't I be fine? I'M FINE!" Usagi stumbled. "I need water."
Michiru smiled softly, unaware of the trouble she was about to cause. "Haruka, be a dear and take Usagi to the kitchen for some water."
Haruka said nothing but glanced at Usagi and held out her hand to show the frustrated princess where the kitchen was.
She never switched on the light. It wasn't her intention to make light. She never made it to the refrigerator. It wasn't her intention to give the girl water. Haruka pulled Usagi into her arms and buried her face into the girl's hair.
Usagi submitted, but then pressed her hand against Haruka's strong arm to stop her from progressing. "No, Ru. No." She started to lose this battle.
"Usagi..." Haruka whimpered as if she were in pain. A pleading, wanting tone, one that could make Usagi melt. "I need you..."
Usagi never felt more mature as when she was comforting Haruka's childish desires. At times, she became frustrated enough as to scold Haruka and punish her. She'd always catch herself, though. The two women embraced each other before Usagi pulled away completely. To keep the same thing from happening again, the moon princess stood on the other side of the kitchen table and sighed slowly. "The lights..."
Haruka threw herself against the wall and flipped the switch. The blinding lights only made her feel more caged. Granted, Michiru was always there for the thrill, but her heart belonged to her princess. No, she loved Michiru till death did them part, but could one surpass even love? The power of love? All that love is and will be? Is there more? Haruka dared to find out as her selfish indulgence in Usagi only happened once, but she swore would happen again.
Usagi placed her hands on the table and stared into Haruka's eyes. "It was an accident... what happened a few nights ago..."
~.~.~.~.~
Usagi pleaded for more between panting and writhing. Haruka's touch was something Mamoru could never compare to.
~.~.~.~.~
She closed her eyes and slowly opened them. "I belong to Mamoru, and you to Michiru."
"And me to you, and you to me." Haruka looked pathetic leaning against the wall watching the object of her deep obsession dominate her.
Usagi shook her head. "No, Ru, no. You and Michiru."
"Michiru and Seiya..." Haruka turned her head away.
"No..." Usagi gave her a sympathetic look. She forgot all about her guard and gently took Haruka into her arms. "It's not true."
Haruka pushed Usagi away gently and fished through her baggy pockets for something she'd clung to since she found it under Michiru's pillow one night. Tossing a head-set microphone onto the kitchen table, Haruka glanced at Usagi and raised a brow.
Usagi wanted to feel bad, but she couldn't as something dawned on her. "Was I your idea of revenge?"
"Of course not, Koneko." Haruka reached out to brush Usagi's whispy hair through her fingers. As Usagi turned her head to glance at the ear-piece once more, her hair fell through Haruka's fingers. Haruka balled her fist and let it fall at her side.
"I'm sorry about all of this." Usagi brushed Haruka's cheek with her thumb.
Haruka took the girl's hand and held it in her own as she lowered herself to kiss Usagi as she did those nights ago. Michiru pushed the door to the kitchen open and caught them mid-kiss.
Instead of panicking or pulling away in a conspicuous manner, Usagi laughed in Haruka's face and chirped "So Seiya's in my face like this and I..." Usagi gave Haruka the fastest sympathetic look she could before pressing her hand against Haruka's face and pushing it away with a substantial amount of force "pushed him away like that and told him to get a clue! I'm Mamo-chan's forever!"
Haruka shook her head in a disgusted manner and faked a laugh. "He's so dumb, sometimes."
Michiru handed Usagi a bottle of water and wrapped her arms around Haruka's tensed arm. "You come in here to get water and you two end up talking about Seiya? How one leads to the other baffles me, but Setsuna's waiting for the both of you to show a diagram."
"We're coming." Usagi nodded to Michiru.
Michiru turned to walk out of the kitchen with Usagi following behind her. While walking past Haruka, Usagi trailed her fingers across the taller girl's beltline and winked at her. Haruka didn't follow, but instead, turned the lights back off in the kitchen and sat on the floor. As is so happened, the kitchen had a built-in skylight that showed off the starlit sky. The crescent moon seemed so lost in the sky as Haruka glared at it, hoping to transfer her anger and frustration into another entity that wasn't her own. Sighing slowly, Haruka tucked the headset back into her pocket and joined the rest of the senshi.
End of Chapter 1
Authors Notes: Besides the fact that I hate Michiru, I just always wanted to frig around with an Usagi/Haruka fic. Hey, it could happen! I'll keep it realistic, or at least try. Expect cameos from Seiya and company. No lemon but I'll revolve around a Rated R kind of story.
Usagi cleared her throat and turned away from Haruka's piercing stare as a blush came to her face. She nibbled on her bottom lip the way she knew Haruka loved it, and then stopped to scold herself for teasing the poor girl. Haruka leaned over the table to stare harder at Usagi in almost a teasing manner. Usagi shut her eyes tight and tried to listen to the speech given. Her mind raced with a million thoughts. A million thoughts about Haruka. A million thoughts about the sensations.
~.~.~.~.~
Her soft, but strong hands trailed down the girl's chest.
~.~.~.~.~
She shook the thoughts from her head again and sideways glanced to see Haruka still staring, helplessly at her, almost whimpering. It wasn't until Michiru nudged the sky goddess in her side that she turned away from Usagi to listen to Setsuna's speech.
"Usagi-chan... are you all right?" Setsuna tilted her head in a confused manner. The senshi met up back at Haruka, Michiru and Setsuna's house to talk about a few things that Setsuna had been thinking of.
"Fine, fine. I'm fine. Just fine... why wouldn't I be fine? I'M FINE!" Usagi stumbled. "I need water."
Michiru smiled softly, unaware of the trouble she was about to cause. "Haruka, be a dear and take Usagi to the kitchen for some water."
Haruka said nothing but glanced at Usagi and held out her hand to show the frustrated princess where the kitchen was.
She never switched on the light. It wasn't her intention to make light. She never made it to the refrigerator. It wasn't her intention to give the girl water. Haruka pulled Usagi into her arms and buried her face into the girl's hair.
Usagi submitted, but then pressed her hand against Haruka's strong arm to stop her from progressing. "No, Ru. No." She started to lose this battle.
"Usagi..." Haruka whimpered as if she were in pain. A pleading, wanting tone, one that could make Usagi melt. "I need you..."
Usagi never felt more mature as when she was comforting Haruka's childish desires. At times, she became frustrated enough as to scold Haruka and punish her. She'd always catch herself, though. The two women embraced each other before Usagi pulled away completely. To keep the same thing from happening again, the moon princess stood on the other side of the kitchen table and sighed slowly. "The lights..."
Haruka threw herself against the wall and flipped the switch. The blinding lights only made her feel more caged. Granted, Michiru was always there for the thrill, but her heart belonged to her princess. No, she loved Michiru till death did them part, but could one surpass even love? The power of love? All that love is and will be? Is there more? Haruka dared to find out as her selfish indulgence in Usagi only happened once, but she swore would happen again.
Usagi placed her hands on the table and stared into Haruka's eyes. "It was an accident... what happened a few nights ago..."
~.~.~.~.~
Usagi pleaded for more between panting and writhing. Haruka's touch was something Mamoru could never compare to.
~.~.~.~.~
She closed her eyes and slowly opened them. "I belong to Mamoru, and you to Michiru."
"And me to you, and you to me." Haruka looked pathetic leaning against the wall watching the object of her deep obsession dominate her.
Usagi shook her head. "No, Ru, no. You and Michiru."
"Michiru and Seiya..." Haruka turned her head away.
"No..." Usagi gave her a sympathetic look. She forgot all about her guard and gently took Haruka into her arms. "It's not true."
Haruka pushed Usagi away gently and fished through her baggy pockets for something she'd clung to since she found it under Michiru's pillow one night. Tossing a head-set microphone onto the kitchen table, Haruka glanced at Usagi and raised a brow.
Usagi wanted to feel bad, but she couldn't as something dawned on her. "Was I your idea of revenge?"
"Of course not, Koneko." Haruka reached out to brush Usagi's whispy hair through her fingers. As Usagi turned her head to glance at the ear-piece once more, her hair fell through Haruka's fingers. Haruka balled her fist and let it fall at her side.
"I'm sorry about all of this." Usagi brushed Haruka's cheek with her thumb.
Haruka took the girl's hand and held it in her own as she lowered herself to kiss Usagi as she did those nights ago. Michiru pushed the door to the kitchen open and caught them mid-kiss.
Instead of panicking or pulling away in a conspicuous manner, Usagi laughed in Haruka's face and chirped "So Seiya's in my face like this and I..." Usagi gave Haruka the fastest sympathetic look she could before pressing her hand against Haruka's face and pushing it away with a substantial amount of force "pushed him away like that and told him to get a clue! I'm Mamo-chan's forever!"
Haruka shook her head in a disgusted manner and faked a laugh. "He's so dumb, sometimes."
Michiru handed Usagi a bottle of water and wrapped her arms around Haruka's tensed arm. "You come in here to get water and you two end up talking about Seiya? How one leads to the other baffles me, but Setsuna's waiting for the both of you to show a diagram."
"We're coming." Usagi nodded to Michiru.
Michiru turned to walk out of the kitchen with Usagi following behind her. While walking past Haruka, Usagi trailed her fingers across the taller girl's beltline and winked at her. Haruka didn't follow, but instead, turned the lights back off in the kitchen and sat on the floor. As is so happened, the kitchen had a built-in skylight that showed off the starlit sky. The crescent moon seemed so lost in the sky as Haruka glared at it, hoping to transfer her anger and frustration into another entity that wasn't her own. Sighing slowly, Haruka tucked the headset back into her pocket and joined the rest of the senshi.
End of Chapter 1
Authors Notes: Besides the fact that I hate Michiru, I just always wanted to frig around with an Usagi/Haruka fic. Hey, it could happen! I'll keep it realistic, or at least try. Expect cameos from Seiya and company. No lemon but I'll revolve around a Rated R kind of story.