To Haruka, Michiru is a beautiful and finely tuned instrument.
Haruka's hands are a bow and Michiru's body a beautifully crafted violin, to her she is the finest instrument in the world. Haruka lightly runs her fingers up and down Michiru's sides, starting at the sides of her breasts and working her ways down to her hips, before slowly working their way up again. She is making sure her violin is in perfect condition, and it always is. Haruka works her hands lower and lower. Placing one hand on each side of her thigh she slides them down, stopping to caress the hollow behind her knee, then even further down to her ankle, until finally she is holding one of Michiru's petite feet in her hands. Her hand gently rubs the bottom of her foot while her slim fingers intertwine with her toes. Haruka does the same with Michiru's other leg, making sure her instrument is properly adjusted.
Haruka knows each and every her plane and angle on her beloved violin, her Michiru, but she still enjoys this ritual as much as the very first time they performed it. The motions and rituals have become much more refined and honed since that wonderful time but the emotions invoked remain the same: passion and reverence, affection and fervor, love and desire.
Once her instrument has been thoroughly looked over, she begins the process of tuning. Haruka leans over her and places her mouth on one of Michiru's rosy-hued nipples while she slides a hand between her thighs, agile fingers poised over her nether lips, fingers lightly skimming sea green curls. Her other hand is similarly positioned over her own sex and its thatch of sandy blonde hairs.
Haruka gently suckles on Michiru's nipple, the fingers of her right hand slipping between her labia, stroking her, while her left hand does likewise to herself. They moan in unison, a low throaty sound, the note too low for her beautiful violin. Haruka gently pinches Michiru's clitoris, her violin's peg, producing a beautiful high note, much more suited for an instrument of such quality. She continues in this vein, stroking and tuning her, until they are in perfect harmony.
Once Michiru is tuned Haruka's fingers glide in and out of her, her bow playing a tremolo on Michiru's violin. An exquisite melody pours forth from Michiru, a song fit to be played on any stage. She places her mouth atop Michiru's to lap up the notes she has brought forth. This song is hers and hers alone.