DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon. Thank you to Takeuchi-sama for giving us such awesome characters to play with.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I just found out my friend and constant "tug" on my "creative sleeve," Reusch17, has a cold. Since I cannot bring her orange juice without having to dig out my passport, here is an exclusively Haruka and Michiru drabble in place of orange juice.
The Concert
"Music hath charms to soothe a savage beast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak." – William Congreve
Haruka Tenoh
On a whim, I decided to attend the last concert of Michiru Kaioh's current tour. Since opening night a week ago, I'd been hearing nothing but raves about her performance. There was going to be a gala reception after the concert, since this was her last night in Tokyo, before moving on to New York City. I wasn't planning on attending the gala reception.
As the top racer in Japan, I was able to get a front row seat at the last minute. Fame does have its perks. I was shown to my seat and flipped through my program, while I waited for the concert to begin. Of course, I could hear all the whispers around me, all wondering what I was doing at the concert by myself. Last minute things are just easier to do alone, but these people would never understand. I rolled my eyes and prayed for the concert to start already.
As if Kami was actually listening to me, the lights in the house went down and a single spot lit up on the stage. The audience applauded when a pretty young woman with short pink hair entered and sat down at the piano. I knew from the photo on the program, she was not tonight's main attraction.
The applause grew louder when a beautiful young woman with aqua hair entered. She was absolutely stunning in her shimmering white evening gown. Michiru picked up her violin from the piano. She bowed gracefully and placed the violin under her chin, before closing her eyes and beginning the concert.
She was the picture of chaste perfection as she stood on the stage playing. I intently watched her play, captivated by her almost ethereal beauty. As the concert progressed, her music began to arouse me. I didn't understand how or why this was happening. The heat spread throughout my body. I tugged at the collar of my tuxedo shirt. My mind swirled with images of taking her in my arms and slowly making love to her.
The concert flew by. Before I knew it, Michiru was beginning her final number. I watched entranced, as her long slender fingers firmly pressed the strings against the fingerboard, making them submit to her desires. Her other hand gently cradled the bow as she caressed the strings with each stroke. Each stroke eliciting a melodic moan from the instrument nestled under her chin. She began to sway as she played. Two lovers locked in a passionate dance. She continued to lovingly stroke the strings faster and faster, until both violinist and violin reached an orgasmic crescendo. The audience was on their feet and applauding wildly.
Turning to her accompanist, Michiru extended her hand for the audience to acknowledge the young woman. The two women smiled triumphantly at each other. Michiru bowed gracefully and exited the stage. As I sat spent in my seat, I felt as though I just finished watching two passionate lovers for the past hour and a half. There was a burning desire in me to meet the talented, beautiful young violinist. I stood up from my seat and made my way to the gala reception.
