My creative writing teacher gave us a bunch of story starters one day
- one of which was 'brushing the hair of a loved one'. Which set me
to thinking about my favorite Sailor Moon couple...
Thanks to her, we have a tiny glimpse into their everyday life.
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Hairbrush
By: Violet-chan
Michiru sat on the bed, still damp from the shower she'd taken
with Haruka. She reached for the antiquated comb on the nightstand,
but it was snatched from her grasp. She blinked, and looked up, her
eyes drinking in the sight of her lover's long legs, flared hips, and
rounded breasts. Haruka smiled gently and slipped around her, sitting
down. Haruka's tanned legs encircled Michiru's hips and rested just
next to her own legs.
Haruka's arms wrapped around Michiru's waist and she leaned in,
inhaling the sweet smell of her lover's hair. She pulled back and
raised the comb to the crown of Michiru's head, trailing it through
the soft, sea-green hair.
Haruka's left hand rested gently on Michiru's shoulder, and her
right hand worked the comb through Michiru's hair.
Michiru sighed softly, and curled her left hand up to her
shoulder, intertwining her fingers with Haruka's. "We don't do this
enough," she murmured, "a quiet evening at home, just you and me."
"I know," Haruka said, finishing Michiru's hair and setting the
comb aside. She released Michiru's left hand and wrapped her arms
around her waist, burying her head in the downy-soft hair she'd just
combed. Her mouth found Michiru's right ear, and her tongue traced the
out edge. Michiru's head leaned to her left as Haruka nibbled her
earlobe. She stopped and whispered in almost a low growl, "But I
suppose its not everyday I can make love with a goddess."
Michiru laughed lightly and leaned back against Haruka's chest.
"A goddess? You've been borrowing Setsuna-san's trashy romance books
again, haven't you?" she asked lightly, turning her head and meeting
Haruka's lips. Her eyelids closed, and her tongue ran along Haruka's
upper lip, teasing her.
Haruka chuckled. "And what if I have?" she asked teasingly.
"It's not as if you truly mind, ne?"
"Well, no." Michiru said, smiling. "It has given you some good
ideas in the past," she added with a sly grin.
"Hmm. We'll just have to try something like that again, won't
we?" Haruka asked, nibbling at Michiru's bared shoulder.
Michiru responded with a sigh. "How did I ever get this lucky?"
"Well." Haruka started, leering, "I think it all started when you
decided I needed to actually be in my birthday suit ON my birthday."
"Haruka!" Michiru admonished. "You know that's not what I meant!"
"Do I?" she asked innocently.
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Reviews. Reviews are good. Thank you. ^^;
- one of which was 'brushing the hair of a loved one'. Which set me
to thinking about my favorite Sailor Moon couple...
Thanks to her, we have a tiny glimpse into their everyday life.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hairbrush
By: Violet-chan
Michiru sat on the bed, still damp from the shower she'd taken
with Haruka. She reached for the antiquated comb on the nightstand,
but it was snatched from her grasp. She blinked, and looked up, her
eyes drinking in the sight of her lover's long legs, flared hips, and
rounded breasts. Haruka smiled gently and slipped around her, sitting
down. Haruka's tanned legs encircled Michiru's hips and rested just
next to her own legs.
Haruka's arms wrapped around Michiru's waist and she leaned in,
inhaling the sweet smell of her lover's hair. She pulled back and
raised the comb to the crown of Michiru's head, trailing it through
the soft, sea-green hair.
Haruka's left hand rested gently on Michiru's shoulder, and her
right hand worked the comb through Michiru's hair.
Michiru sighed softly, and curled her left hand up to her
shoulder, intertwining her fingers with Haruka's. "We don't do this
enough," she murmured, "a quiet evening at home, just you and me."
"I know," Haruka said, finishing Michiru's hair and setting the
comb aside. She released Michiru's left hand and wrapped her arms
around her waist, burying her head in the downy-soft hair she'd just
combed. Her mouth found Michiru's right ear, and her tongue traced the
out edge. Michiru's head leaned to her left as Haruka nibbled her
earlobe. She stopped and whispered in almost a low growl, "But I
suppose its not everyday I can make love with a goddess."
Michiru laughed lightly and leaned back against Haruka's chest.
"A goddess? You've been borrowing Setsuna-san's trashy romance books
again, haven't you?" she asked lightly, turning her head and meeting
Haruka's lips. Her eyelids closed, and her tongue ran along Haruka's
upper lip, teasing her.
Haruka chuckled. "And what if I have?" she asked teasingly.
"It's not as if you truly mind, ne?"
"Well, no." Michiru said, smiling. "It has given you some good
ideas in the past," she added with a sly grin.
"Hmm. We'll just have to try something like that again, won't
we?" Haruka asked, nibbling at Michiru's bared shoulder.
Michiru responded with a sigh. "How did I ever get this lucky?"
"Well." Haruka started, leering, "I think it all started when you
decided I needed to actually be in my birthday suit ON my birthday."
"Haruka!" Michiru admonished. "You know that's not what I meant!"
"Do I?" she asked innocently.
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Reviews. Reviews are good. Thank you. ^^;