A/N: What a wierd inspiration for this... I think it's based off of another fanfiction where A/N:Haruka asks Michiru when she got the 'toys'... An' then Michiru replies, 'Hotaru's crayons!' Haruka will only wonder. . (The package, the package.. / 0.0 ) Yeah, me random. ^^
DISCLAIMER: Only the idea, folks, only the idea... -.-;
BRAND NEW EQUIPMENT
"Michi! What's taking so long in there? C'mon, even I don't take so long in the shower!" A deep voice grunted irritably over the shower's hot water, and flawless lips quirk upward into a smile on the other side of the shower curtain.
"Just making sure I'm all clean, love." Melodic notes swam throughout the sentence, and golden-green eyes roll in longing when a small laugh filters through. You see, Haruka Teno'h never did understand why, but her Michiru, her love, her life, her partner, had a thing for water. Just like she did for the wind, the fast-paced games and cars.
Well, they WERE Senshi.
Destined for a future they would protect, in good and bad times. Heh, looking back at it, Haruka figured it was kind of like a marriage- 'in sickness and in health.' Well, they'd served when they'd been sick all right. There'd been that one time at that hotel and that wierd puppet and maid, ooh, the maid... And Michiru had proved herself, as a woman and Scout.
Yet this was oh-so-different from Girl Scout's and Honor. Cookies to sell: hmph. They had destinies to protect, had always ended up protecting them successfully, but there had been times when all seemed hopeless...
"Pondering again, Ruka?"
The sentence held no seduction in the eyes and ears of a stranger, but to Haruka, it held meaning. Meaning so deep, you could drown in it. Pondering: Haruka Teno'h almost never took the time to think things through, to stop and smell the roses, unless they were her Michi's petals. Oh, yeah, they certainly smelled delicious, heavenly, she was hungry...
Again: When had she ever pondered 'again'? Ah, only her Michi would know. And that she would left her all hot and bothered, since then she'd know what she'd be thinking, and that meant yummy ice fudge cream all slathered and warm and nice...
Ruka: Her nickname, the one she held dear since they'd met, in no uncertain terms, it was destiny, had fallen in love, had taken the time to shout their names in the crescendo of passion and love and heat...
Oh, yes, that was no meaningless sentence at all.
"Just about you, love. Have a good shower?" The woman standing before her was clad only in a towel that reached to above-mid-thigh, and Haruka watched the small smile morph into a seductive grin. Feral, almost. She felt herself grow taut, knew her love knew it.
"It was very... refreshing, if you know what I mean. It gave me time to... get all wet." Double innuendos were welcome in all fashions of everday talk. But double-innuendos when they were alone and wet and bothered... Now that was another thing coming.
Sky King shone regal tilt of head as she pretended to cock her head and 'examine' her 'person of interest.' Winded eyes gleamed in loving curiousity, and Haruka let out a smirk of her own, so very different than from the aqua-tressed woman, but with the very same hunger behind it, making her want to jump the bones of her partner and give them a good creaking.
"What... ever... do you mean?:" Michiru knew her Haruka was playing the game of cat and mouse, but between the two of them, they put the indecence and double intents of Tom and Jerry to shame. Say... Tom and Jerry rated mature + filters on for kids.
"What I mean to say, is... I need something else other than this... uncomfortable... towel to dry me... off." She never was the type to beat around the bush if she could help it. Noting the fact early on in their relationship, Michiru knew Haruka was probably straining at the leash inside as well. Just thank Kami-sama she wasn't straining her boxers...
"I can... help... with that. C'mere, Michi..." And before she knew it, Haruka had her little sea nymph in her arms, wrapping her long frame about her love and breathing in the clean scent she could only associate as Michiru. Her hair WAS wet, SHE was wet, but Haruka buried her face in between the valley of her sweet chest, rolling a patch of flesh with her teeth.
She was mighty glad Setsuna and Hotaru weren't in the house, for at that very moment, she let out the most surprised shriek when Michiru let herself go lax and jumped on her, wrapping her thighs around her waist and tumbling her backwards, onto the bed, making it squeak in the most arousing of ways.
"Say... YOU haven't taken your shower today, have you?" Haruka groaned when Michiru reminded her, but grinned up at swirling blue orbs, winking and taking a shot. "I haven't been doing any hot and heavy lifting, up 'til now. Haven't worked up a sweat." Michiru smiled back and kissed the tip of her nose.
"I'm not heavy, Ha-Ru-Ka... my koibito, ne?" Haruka nodded firmly and flipped them over, surprised when Michiru clung like a monkey to her when she lifted up, on her hands and knees, making her go all gooey inside. "You bet your sweet life on it, Mich'ru... I love you, always and forever. Never forget that." Angelic eyes turned sexy demon underneath her.
"Always. Now how 'bout that hot and heavy workout, you were saying?"
Up to the point of now 'til forever, Haruka realized, not for the first time, she'd give all her breath to protect and please the woman cuddled up to her. It was the start of a new night.
"Those were my favorite pair of underwear!"
"Michi, *grunt* five years after living together, you KNOW I'm mighty fast on. . . jumpin' the gun in bed, hmm, love?"
". . . They didn't matter so much, anyway. I'll take us shopping tomorrow."
". . . !"
"Teno'h Haruka! Drop that duct tape because I'm CERTAINLY not wearing that again, ever! That's right, come to bed love, c'mere..."
"I love you, kissy kissy time."
"Haruka! Michiru! We're home!"
"..!.."
"Damn."
(the above was a short pause- do not adjust your fanfiction, the author is just gathering their thoughts. . .)
"Oh, Michi, you really ARE wet..."
"Insulting yourself there, love?"
"No, but I sure love it when you take showers..."
Michiru grinned down at her love's face, the reddened cheeks, the blazingly lusty eyes, tinged tight with the rim of sexual restraint. How she loved to tear down that hold of restraint when Haruka was stubborn, tried to deny their obvious, potent need for each other.
It was a sin, it was almost something you could cry for.
Michiru leaned forwards and flicked off the lamp, making the room plunge into darkness. Feeling Haruka shiver underneath her, naked, damp, and writhing body heat, she whispered, "Don't worry, Ruka, I already checked under the bed for monsters."
Hearing her mate chuckle, Michiru leaned down and felt around with her lips, smiling when she recieved a butterfly kiss from the racer's eyelashes. Wonderful and soft. Moving lower, Michiru reached out with her tongue and proceeded to pay respect to the fine strength of unbroken nose. It was practically a miracle they didn't have permanent damage from when they were Senshi, excluding the obvious dying part.
"Mmm, Michi..."
Even as she enjoyed the murmured husk, Michiru found it the perfect way to trace her known path down and silenced Haruka with a searingly deep kiss, the perfect aphrodasiac for the events to follow.
Grumbling deep in her throat, Michiru allowed Haruka to dominate the kiss, pressing upwards with her body and molding them into one person as she urged Michiru up by humping her hips higher, making them connect. Whimpering softly, Michiru nipped and received a jerked thrust from her lover, spreading her lower lips and moving in and out slowly.
It was Heaven.
It was torture.
Haruka was making it so sweet, making her see the holy stars above, rise above and visit their sacred planets. Allowing her hands to roam the delicious body she knew so well underneath her, Michiru giggled when she heard Haruka gasp, start to moan.
Even after so many years, so many millenia, they'd found each other again and again, never tiring, never ceasing their passion and love for each other. It was always there, and Michiru took the time to voice her love as she started to move her hips in time to Haruka's rockings, breaking away from the kiss and laving her way over to an ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and enjoying the fine musk of a fired-up Teno'h.
Heat was swirling low in her belly, and Haruka seemed to tease her, thrusting up into that tight bundle of nerves, then easing it down with a swirl of fingers before sharply arching up with the aid of her hips to dive directly into her center.
"I- ah! I love you, Ruka, so much..."
A breathless laugh, then the response of a sweet kiss to her collarbone as searching lips reached up and nipped a hickey, staking their claim. Free hands skimmed over well-toned thighs: Michiru wasn't going to let Haruka play around all on her own, pinching and kneading her way to her need. Michiru knew Haruka too well to be selfish- she loved her too much, provided her the contact she wanted, even after flushed tight together right then and there.
Shifting so she was anchored firmly above with her elbows on either side of fluffed-down blond locks, Michiru lowered her head and feasted on a pointy-hard nipple, making her partner squirm. Heh, she loved it, the gasping breaths, the labored pants as the knowing fingers inside her slipped and sped up, then berating themselves for going too fast and slowing again.
Racer she may be on the track, anywhere, but inside the bedroom, Haruka was as accomodating to a snail's pace in loving, thoroughly, in every aspect, that Michiru knew she wanted it to last- forever and eternal more.
The sea felt different tonight, the sea wanted to swirl, keep up with lust.
Michiru was burning.
No water could quench it, only the wet warmth of Haruka's orgasm, the delicious liquid of her come. So she did the only thing she could do. With a last pinch and nip to both nipples, piercing them with a steady pair of fangs, Michiru dove downwards.
Haruka screamed as everything warm slipped out of her arms, everything alive, all her Michiru, was left all alone, gone, then...! Probing wetness encircled her whole clit, gorging on her dripping slit, and Haruka arched hard off the bed as three fingers drilled viciously into her weeping body, the other hand on her belly, the arm slicing her torso full horizontal to feel their partnering fingers slam into her core.
Her own fingers were dislodged, and Haruka scrambled around, for a hold on anything, everything, found nothing, only the wildness of Michiru's hair, the aqua locks suddenly glowing bright in the slitted opening of their room.
Dread curled not even in her brain when they both heard the creaking of the door and Setsuna's knowing voice call out a curious,
"You guys doing X-rated intercourse in there again?"
Haruka found it in her mind to yell out a frustrated,
"SHUT THE DOOR, SETSUNA! Michiru STOPPED on me! Go 'way!"
To which they found themselves bathed in darkness once again. Haruka regained her civilised impulse to cover her cheeks with both hands like a girly girl when Michiru's teasing voice lilted out a sudeuctive, "Oh? Impatient, eh, love?"
Nodding fast, Haruka took the time to ask a strangled, "Wh-What was that, just then?"
Michiru smiled up over her tummy, the swells of her breasts, her shining chin, the nip to her lips, and replied an amused, "I was very much in need, Haruka. I needed you. I needed to..."
And this was where Haruka wanted to regain back her virgin ears, knew she'd probably pass out if she was the same thirteen-year-old girl who had her period and started to slip in some flirty experimented lines on other virgin ears to see the vivid red blushes rise on their cheeks.
But she was an adult now. A woman. A woman that had another woman lusting after her. What could she do? She lay back and let her Michiru have her wicked way with her.
"I SO needed to... taste you. I needed to feel you around me, needed to know you were so wet, wanted to hear you scream for me, Ruka. I love the way you scream, the way you clench around my fingers, and now, my tongue. That's right, love, I want to ride you hard, I want to make you lose any bit of coherent thinking you've got. I want you to only think... of me. I want..."
Haruka just about shook herself out of her skin at Michiru's next confession, felt her grow so wet, so hot, wanted to take her own hands and tongue and anything and pleasure her Michiru the only way she knew how- she wanted to...
"I want to fuck you so bad."
(AN: aaaack! I'm sorry, 1st naughty language ever!)
Michiru felt her heart pound, pound and beat and throb at what she'd said to her love. She never really kept her desires and wants for Haruka down or hidden, never, but just lately, she couldn't seem to reveal all what she wanted. Just, enjoy.
But now Michiru wanted to give Haruka the loving she deserved, wanted it so bad, it came out... naughty. And Michiru was anything but naughty.
But the way she felt right now, she felt as if she could do anything, make Haruka scream and cry out, broken and dominated and pass out from cumming, cumming for... her.
Yes, anything. With all her love for her.
Michiru gave a nice meaty bite at Haruka's swolen clit and reached over near their bedside drawer, opening the second drawer down, swiping, with shaking fingers, the romance books off the top desk and letting it hit the carpeted floor.
Her hand hit something furry, something leather-strapped, and Michiru closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, then took the objects out. Haruka and her were gonna have some FUN.
"M-Michi, wh-what're you, oh! Ahh, I-I don't know about th-this- AAAAHHH! MICHI!"
"I love you, Haruka. I'll be gentle, so don't worry. Enjoy, my love."
Haruka's mind was racing in all directions, going crazy. Michiru was strapping on something to her hips, giving an experimental wiggle, and Haruka knew enough to not move when her mate was frowning that way, determined and skilled enough to get it right.
"Wh-When did you get these..." Tugging helplessly at the fluffy shackles encircling her wrists, Haruka couldn't help but breathe heavier when Michiru glanced over her to the bedpost, where her hands were bound, spreading her arms and shoulders wide. The only response she recieved was a drawled,
"You weren't exactly paying attention when you got your li'l Hime-chan her box of crayons."
Haruka choked out a surprised gasp. It had been that long ago? "F-Five years?" to which Michiru gave a swooping nod. "Wh-Why?" Haruka hated stuttering, even in front of her love, ESPECIALLY in front of her love, but she HAD to know: why so long?
Before she could voice another question, Michiru was roaming her hands down, down to her thighs, down to her knees, her legs, drawing them about her body and around her hips, wrapping them loosely about. Haruka shivered, a bit scared. She knew Michiru would never hurt her, and she was far from a typical virgin. But...
"Mnn, Ruka, so tight..."
Yes, there was THAT little fact... She gasped when Michiru rubbed herself hard against her, putting head to breasts, breasts to stomach, stomach to the wetness she knew she was down... there. With no place to lay her hands, Haruka gave a groan when Michiru raced across her nipples, playing with the hard buds. Gritted her teeth when Michiru let out a low hum, delighting her senses and fogging her brain, forcing her hands to grip tight on the headboard.
"Michi!" Haruka wiggled, squirmed when her love laughed softly above. She could tell, in the roughness of her normally-smooth voice, that Michiru was so ready for her, was just short of approaching to the main course in their... meal.
There was nothing she could do. Nothing. Not even beg. Michiru would only plant a sweet kiss to her brow and go lower, lick her lips. Haruka whimpered, then and there, when Michiru rose up, dragging herself along her muscled torso, sweated down and aching sore.
She was so wet, throbbing, but Haruka didn't know if that would be enough. Didn't know if Michiru would fit, didn't know what size she was, wanted to look down but too repulsed by the 'man' Michiru had on to see. She was supposed to be free, supposed to be the wind...
"M-Michi!" Haruka was short on begging. She didn't know if she could take this, she was panicking, Michiru was going to impale her dead-
"Ssshh, love, s'alright... This'll feel good, promise. Okay?"
And Haruka melted right then and there. Gazed into sea-blue eyes, eyes she treasured and held dear as her own two orbs. They were clear and honest, tightly dilated with the love and lust her partner felt, the arousal, and Haruka nodded at the hungry look in her eyes.
"Yes."
Haruka wrapped her trembling legs around Michiru, tightened, felt her own hands bound and strapped, not letting her touch her beloved. Soft hands gripped her upper thighs, dangerously close to her need, her ache, and Haruka's eyes flew open, wide in shock, when Michiru dipped upwards, touching 'herself' to her core.
"MICHI!" A soft nuzzle to her cheek, and Haruka forced herself to relax, felt Michiru lean forwards and press into her body, felt her hips tremble at the restraint a god would have had to hold to stop herself from taking her completely. It was big- no, MICHIRU was big, and no way in the love-blessed world was Haruka going to accept it all in, let Michiru in, no, no-
"Okay, love? I'm so close, you know..! Mnngh, don't move your hips like that, it'll, AHH!"
At Michiru's long-termed endearment, Haruka shivered, felt the steel length press further into her, felt Michiru slide closer still to her heart. Haruka wanted to feel Michiru. She wanted to feel her close to her, so close, wanted to touch her breasts with her own, remember the feminity Haruka still had, Michiru still had...
So blond racer pushed herself up, right into the stretching feeling, felt something build inside her, felt Michiru shudder above her, a whine escaping her throat, and Haruka gasped when her love cried out, pulled her closer with her strong legs, wanted to feel her-
"HARUKA!"
And Michiru was there, in her arms. She was home, she was in full... And the headboard was split in half, the whole thing around Michiru and drawing her fully close. Haruka grinned up at disbelieving eyes and moved her hips around the hard length embedded fully within her wet centre.
"You feel good, Michi."
Michiru spasmed sharply above the squirming blonde, and it was
so hard, so hard to just lose herself in perverse pleasure and forget her lover's discomfort, so easy to just rear back and thrust like an animal.
Too bad she was such a 'gentleman'.
No, Michiru wouldn't do that. She knew it was Haruka's first time for something so big to be inside her, even in all the years they'd been together, and unless her blond racer had been cheating, then Michiru was certain she was pretty much an unstretched virgin.
Breathing out harshly through her mouth, Michiru lowered her head and sucked on her lover's lower lip, delighting in the small whimper she heard when she pushed in a fraction deeper. Haruka was throbbing underneath her, shaking, and Michiru knew the thing strapped onto her hips were doing their work.
"Comfortable, love?" The arms about her neck tightened, and Michiru chuckled softly when Haruka whined, tentatively moving her hips in a slow rocking motion underneath her, testing the length and hardness.
"D-Dang, Michi, c-couldn't you.. AH! C-Choose something s-smaller?" Michiru reared back and pinned Haruka to the bed, balancing her weight on her arms and slowly moving out, then pushing gently back in, gradually going faster. She grinned down at the thrashing blond, her brow furrowed and body dripping with sweat at the restraint she was exibiting.
"You wouldn't be able to... enjoy me as much, love." It took everything in her not to just thump back in, and was rewarded when Haruka yelled, lost in pleasure, lost in the haze of red the staff embedded in her was giving her. Suddenly, Haruka's body arched, and Michiru was practically drooling when her love slammed her cunt upwards.
"M-MICHI! M-More, please, oh, K-Kami-samaaaa!" Michiru blinked, staring down at the place where their two bodies merged.
And gasped.
It looked like a pool down there, Haruka's juices so clear and inviting, spooning against their hips and belly, and Michiru wondered how she could ever have missed the overwhelming scent of her aroused lover. It was the toy, she mused. She wanted to hate the thing, she could feel Haruka, couldn't really use it to its full potential without hurting her love, but it did wonders for Haruka's arousal, and her own clit, throbbing and begging for some slamming.
"R-Ruka, you sure, love?" Her only response was a frustrated growl, and Michiru grinned, leaning over her and letting all her weight sink down, press in so deep she felt she was buried, the calmly hot center in a blazing tornado.
Haruka spasmed uncontrollably, but the blond gripped her tighter and wrapped her legs tighter, whispering a harsh, "PLEASE."
Michiru saw the deepening swirl of arousal in her love's eyes, could feel it in the strong trembles of her thighs, the sobbing of her pleadings. Shuddering herself, Michiru eased back and took Haruka's thighs in her arms, lifting them up and opening her to a deeper penetration. Placing a hot kiss on her love's forehead, Michiru moved down and captured open lips, nipping with a feral abandon.
"I love you, Haruka."
And Michiru opened her love up and thrust in, slamming so hard she could practically feel Haruka quiver about her length, tried to control the animalistic urge to rut like she felt. It was so good, Haruka was screaming underneath her, writhing and twisting and begging Michiru not to stop, ever, she'd be coming so soon for her, into her arms, into her love...
She was coming into her heart.
Haruka screamed bloody pleasure. Michiru was above her, in her, moving so damned fast she was practically something Haruka needed to grip like a sex teddy to her chest so she'd never leave her.
She'd never felt so violated, but so loved and pleasured at the same time. Knowing Michiru was the one inside her, Michiru was the first to take her, so high and deep and hard, made Haruka want to scream. And she did. Every time Michiru thrust in, touching her heart and making her burn, Haruka screamed. She arched into her love's possessive carresses, moaned into Michiru's pressing tongue. She was dying, she was light-headed, she was there..!
"MICHIRU!"
There wasn't a let-up. Haruka's orgasm twirled and swirled around her mercilessly, and she didn't know up from down, her head from her toes, and Michiru was still going, Michiru was moving even faster, going so animal Haruka was gasping, sobbing.
"EEEEYAARRGH!" It came again. Michiru heard her scream, laughed darkly, husking out a low grunt, and Haruka had to bite down on Michiru's shoulder, sinking her teeth deep but not breaking skin, and Michiru screamed herself, when something dark swam into her vision.
Haruka rasped, throbbing wetly around the hardness impaling her, and she grunted against the pleasure, tried to fight the orgasm threatening to consume her conscious into a pleasurable faint. Michiru was going to kill her, it felt too good, she was so open when Michiru gripped her higher to her chest, made her gasp and snarl when a nip came.
This was not going to stop. Michiru was insatiable, and Haruka wanted to laugh, if it weren't so hard. Yes, Michiru was hard, she was right up inside her, grunting un-Michiru-like above her, sqeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, making her cry out.
The handcuffs were still shackling her, restraining her, but Haruka struggled, bunching her hands into fists and stretched her hands apart, groaning her Michiru found a nipple with her tongue, rasping about the dark bud like a cat with catnip.
*SNYAP!*
Laughing in twisted success, Haruka grunted and took Michiru in her hands, palmed her own breasts, glided down to swirl about her hips, then nipped in and fingered her swelled clit. Michiru reaction was instantaneous.
"NNYYAAAAARGHHH!" Hips jerking ridged within her, Michiru gasped out, screaming when Haruka's fingers appeared out of NOWHERE, going straight for her throbbing cunt, pinching her where she needed it the most, she was so wet, so tight..!
Orgasm ripped through her like wildfire, and Michiru blacked out for a pure minute, submerged in pleasure and the scent of Haruka pleasuring her. When she blinked and came to, back to the world of sinfully good bed, Michiru immediately felt something different.
"Let me make love to you, Michiru."
Haruka was above her, leering like the cat who had captured a mouse and had all night to play, all night to wear out the small rodent, curled up in the most delectable plush-toy, baiting it with a piece of its favorite food, a nice steaming sprig of cheese.
Haruka was the cat, and something of a VERY well-formed species. She was ready to play. Michiru was the mouse, and something of a VERY well-interested species. She was ready to banter and love and tease and... the cat had something new to play with. It was now wet and tested, and stood full attention at Haruka's hips, jutting out into her own core.
Haruka was going to 'make love to her'.
Oh, snap.
"Setsuna-mama, why're we watching the late-night show in a THEATER?"
"-.-; Well, Hotaru-chan, um... Michiru and Haruka kind of... wanted to be alone for the night, uh, they had some... new karate moves they wanted to play out, and, uh, the house is probably going to blow up like last time, so I want to put you somewhere... safe."
"Setsuna-mama, why can't we just invest in a couple of sound-proof rooms?"
"! You are BRILLIANT, Hotaru-chan! C'mere, let's go to the store!"
"... Y'know, I think it would have been better it we also got new bed springs."
"! I'm sorry you had to hear that."
"Aww, it was... okay. Now I don't have to go to Health Class, and spend more time with my friends. Besides, they were only being anal about it. Or so ChibiUsa said."
"WHAT? ChibiUsa was there? When?"
"Uurhmm... -.-; We were playing hide and seek in groups and ChibiUsa and I were partners. We hid under the bed."
"! H-Hotaru-chan, tell me if it's too much, and.. uh, I'll go back and erase your memory ANY time you need it, okay?"
"Sure, Setsuna-mama! Now, about those sound-proofed rooms..."
Michiru lay, gasping, spent, reveling in the feel of Haruka's silky blond locks.
They lay spooned together, facing each other, Haruka on top of Michiru, her face in the sweet valley of her breasts. They'd practically become feral in the time span of three hours, and the both of them were exhausted. Both knew they'd be going back at it again in another half hour, but now they were just enjoying the feel of each other, love apparent in their hearts.
"You were very... fluent... in using that thing."
Michiru smiled down at Haruka's blushing roots, dragging her hand gently down the others' back and taking it for a downwards swirl. At the small wiggle Haruka made, Michiru sighed and hugged the taller woman close to her heart. She smelled so good, and Michiru wanted to be with her forever.
She always would.
"YOU... were very... uhm *blush* aggressive tonight."
Both laughed, and then Haruka scooted up to give Michiru a small peck on the lips. It was innocent enough, but then turned hotly royal and intense. They knew tomorrow was going to come, it would be another day, spent working on jobs they could call their fortunate hobbies.
Tonight was theirs.
"I love you."
This was said a million times, spoken with such passion and depth, that it made both their hearts ache. Both knew that this light they shared, the precious moments and heat, would never fade away, and they swore they'd find each other, such as the past, and forever in the future. It was their destiny, and they loved it to be so.
Of course, actions spoke louder than words, and they were both in participated mutual agreement.
A/N: . . . random comment!
If people want their teeth to be so white, rather than healthy, why don't they use sandpaper?
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