Fine Print
By: Princesslady
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sailor moon or any of its affiliates.
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Part 1: Michiru's problem
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I quickly tiptoed into the semi-quiet lecture hall unnoticed and placed myself in a vacant seat near the farthest window in the back of the classroom. I was all the way in the back of a hefty sized room and was now deaf of hearing because of my current position near a rumbling radiator and a smacking teenage girl that chews her gum like a cow grazing on grass; which was their fault by the way. Damn my stupid alarm clock for not waking me up on time. Damn me for forgetting to set the stupid alarm clock for not waking me up on time. Most importantly, damn me for letting myself become victim to Haruka's sweet and tender kisses the evening before that had me forget to set my stupid alarm clock that did not wake me up on time. Luckily, I got up in enough time to wash my essentials and dress in something that looked like it had some thought put into it- even though it was void of anything but. I was dressed in black sweats and a grey hooded sweatshirt- Haruka's that had "Tokyo High Track Runner" on the front written in silver and yellow bold letters. I meant to grab my sweat shirt but accidentally grabbed my lover's. She always leaves shit behind after our nightly rendezvous' together.
"Kaioh-san," it was my professor, Mr. Moro, with his booming voice that attracted the dozens of stares from my classmates. Haruka's was one of them. Damn that bitch. "Nice of you to join us."
I blushed and moved a stray strand of aquamarine hair from my face with a smile. I thought I was unnoticed. It must've been that damn creaking door that always makes sound when someone walks in. Damn rusty hinges and the poor maintenance. "I was late."
"I see." he folded his chubby arms over his protruding chest and grunted. He resembled an Asian looking Santa. "Mind sharing with the class why you were late?"
Oh sure. Let's see. My girlfriend was molesting me last night when I should have been studying and distracted me from getting my homework done; thus making me forget to set my alarm clock that ended up with me in the position I am in now. For the sake of time and my breath, I'll summarize.
"…I woke up late, sir. Gomenasi. Won't happen again."
"Better not. You are about to enter college soon Ms. Kaioh. College professors won't be as lenient as me."
"I know. I promise it won't happen again."
"I hope not. I expect more from my star pupil."
He turned his back from my impotent gaze and reassigned his attention back to the scribbled on chalkboard, finishing his lecture on molecular science and how it shapes the way we interact with the world. Honestly, I tuned him out after he began with the words "Molecules have their own purpose…" It was in the first line, so my attention was immediately lost soon after he had forgotten the fact that I was late and resumed his lesson. All I could focus on was the methods of revenge I would have to enact on that dirty blondish fiend when I get my hands on her little throat. It's her fault I am fucking late in the goddamn first place, and now has the nerve to grin about it. Stupid bitch! I am going to put her in her place during lunch. Just she wait.
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"How is it my fault!?"
"You made me late this morning!" I yelled at her with a shake of my wrist and a wag of my index finger. It was a habit I picked up from my mother a few years back when she used to scold me for doing something wrong. Haruka thinks it's downright hilarious but I don't see the humor in it. "You distracted me!"
"Come on now, love." Haruka purred in my ear as she enveloped her arms around my waist in one swift movement. She felt terribly warm and cozy but I didn't tell her that. "Don't be like that. You had no complaints last night."
"Let me stir my coffee."
"Please." she scoffed and kissed me neck, "You hate coffee."
Okay, she has me there. BUT, this is espresso, the cousin of coffee. That counts for something.
"Go away, I was late because of you and your negligence."
"How so?"
"I was occupied last night and didn't set my alarm clock."
She chuckled and nipped on my earlobe in a seductive manner. "I know."
"Don't do this!" I exclaimed as I tried to keep my stern and serious expression.
I could NOT believe this was happening. I had my plan on making Haruka feel guilty all planned out for me and look where it gets me? The same EXACT position I was less than twenty-four hours ago; under Haruka Tenoh's hold with her sexy body pressed against mine. Irony is truly my friend indeed.
"Ruka…" I tried to wriggle out of the woman's strong hold, "Stop."
"Why?" she groaned and began to move her hands further south for exploration of familiar terrain, "It's fun messing with you."
"I am serious…"
"As am I."
"Haruka, please…." then I trailed off as my lover's expertly trained fingers disappeared beneath the thin fabric of my panties. I felt warm and appalled at the same time with the mixed feelings of rapture and fury all rolled into one. I let out a low moan as she began working her magic.
In my mind, I was screaming no and had Haruka resembling a scared little child in a corner with a 'DUNCE' cap on her head as punishment for being bad. In reality, it was vise-versa. I was the idiot that allowed my vice to act out her sinfully sadistic erotic acts upon my fragile body while I whimpered helplessly as result. She was the puppet master and I was just Pinocchio.
"Like that?" she groaned into my ear as she went deeper. "Mhm?"
"Ruka…"
"Tell me what you want, Michi."
I wanted her to stop her painfully pleasurable torture and allow me to finish my lunch in peace. We were in a public setting of the school cafeteria. Me standing in front of Haruka near the coffee and espresso machine with her hands wrapped around my waist is sure to draw eyes. My body, however, objected with a great deal.
"Ruka…people will stare…"
"Let them…" She whispered in my ear as his lost digit exceeded a record fast pace. I had to stifle a light moan from cascading around the airwaves with the quick placing of a handful of soft marshmallows in my mouth to silence me. Haruka chuckled and kept at her sinfully sweet movements that were ever so discretely hidden from the hundreds of eyes around us. My mind was saying no but my body was pleading yes. I was on the verge of falling off that cliff of anxiety and landing into an ocean filled with sweet release that would pulsate around me in a soothing rhythm fit for the most elaborate king or queen. I could feel myself near…
"Come for me Michi…"
My marshmallow fortress of silence was melting and my ever present moans grew louder. That sinister smile of my lover grew wider as I reached that peak.
"Let go for me."
Her husky voice awakened a sultry side of me that is ever rarely seen. I could not believe I was this weak in willpower!
"Michi…"
I grabbed the edge of the counter top as I felt that familiar pulsation course through my body in a passionate rhythm that made my legs go numb. My moans was deafened by the marshmallows as well as the kiss from my lover as that last flick went over my sensitive nub. I felt a hot wave of heat rush towards my cheeks as I tried to calm down slightly. Haruka's semi-fits of laughter and nonchalant attitude over what just happened did not help me at all.
"I'll see you at your house then?"
WHAT!?"
"What?"
She nodded and removed her hands from me. "For our study session."
"On?"
"Bio?" she said in a deadpanned voice that irked me. "I'll be over your house by five. Have snacks ready this time will ya'?"
NOW she wants to do some school work? That's convenient. Last time we tried that, I ended up late for class after a night filled with nothing concerning work.
"Ruka…"
"See you later then?"
"But….!" How could she just leave after what just happened? Did I miss something? "You….just….we….I…you…."
She chuckled and placed a small chase kiss on my cheek, shoving her hands in her uniform pants pockets with a small shrug. "I always distract you. It amuses me."
AMUSES!? WHAT THE HELL?
"Ruka!"
"Bye love."
And as I watched the only woman in the world that could make my intellect drop from Albert Einstein high to five year old toddler low in five minutes walk away, I realized that I had a problem and it concerned the only woman in Tokyo High that could turn even the straightest girl into a lesbian, Haruka Tenoh.