Michi&Haru
"How's work today." Michiru asked as she reaches out for her wineglass and takes a sip of that fruity and mellow liqueur.
The wine was pretty good; and it is always relaxing to have a glass of wine after a long day.
"Same as always. Boring, boring, Oh, and did I mention it was boring." A small giggle was heard as wavy blue hair flows back and forth, "You're so funny darling." The tall blonde grunted, "at least you're having some fun."
Blue eyes soften as Michiru reached out and rested her hand on top of Haruka's, "Aww… Poor Haruka," she said. "Is my baby mad at me? I shall not laugh at my darling's plight ever again. Promise." The softness of her touch slowly spreads through the blonde. After a moment she took her hand away and lifted the wineglass to her mouth.
"Nah, if one of us has to suffer I would rather it be me. You shall always be smiling and happy all the time. That I promise you." The tall blonde took hold of her wife's hand and tightens her grip as Michiru's fingers starts to stroke the back of her hand in a comforting manner. She was very happy, delirious in fact for Haruka's declaration.
"Thank you. You're always good with your words aren't you Haruka." A smirk appears on the smaller woman's face as a light blush starts to cover on said person's face. "H…Hey… I mean it in a serious way, not in a flirting manner! You're such a tease Michi. Fine, I will keep my mouth close."
"Stop being such a grumpy baby." Smaller hands stretched forward and lovingly stroked Haruka's face.
"Let's go. It's getting late." Michiru then stood up and tugged the grumpy baby back on her feet and they left the restaurant after settling the bill.
The duo finally reached their humble and comfy two storeys home and went to take a bath straightaway.
The blunette had just finish her bath, and enters the room with a knowing smile when she sees Haruka rotating her shoulders, trying to loosen some of the taut muscles that were cause by sitting in front of the computer and typing the whole day.
Michiru settles on the bed and calls out for Haruka while tapping on her lap, "Come here, I will give you a massage." The blonde's eyes brighten upon hearing this. She laid herself on Michiru's lap making sure that she is not hurting her wife in the process.
It was almost like a daily routine for the both of them. Michiru would lie on the bed with Haruka's head on one of her lap and she would read her book before bedtime, while massages her wife's shoulder with her other free hand.
Then when sleepiness finally took them over, they would both lie down, face to face, still not quite giving in to the dreamland just yet. They would both talk about anything and everything, Michiru's work, Haruka's plan for next week, the cabinet that needs to be fixed, gossiping about their neighbours, the planned trip to the supermarket on Thursday. They would talk just about any random topic that pops up in their mind. To any outsiders, this conversation seem insignificant, but to the couple, it is a way of spending time together, making sure that the other half is healthy and most importantly, understanding the needs and wants of their soul mate. It's like a confirmation for them, that they still know what's going on in the others' mind.
"That reminds me." Haruka shifted a little. "Mom just called me this afternoon while I was having lunch. She said that she misses you and wants to have dinner with us this coming weekend. So what do say, shall we go spend some quality time with the lonely, old and miserable woman? "
Haruka's mother is a charismatic lady. She possesses the skill to speak vividly, and makes people wanting to listen to her story even in the midst of something. Not to forget that her appearance is certainly attractive; with long light brown hair flowing just above her hips and has a slender figure that any woman would die for. And not forgetting her eyes. Her eyes that is coated with a glint of green; just a little brighter than her daughter's.
"Haruka…. It's mean to say that of your mother. And yes, please tell her that I would be more than happy to have dinner with her." A guilty smile spreads across the blonde's face as Michiru chastise her in a not quite harsh tone.
The couple finally decided to succumb to fatigue, leans in and give each other a goodnight kiss before entering the dream world.
"I love you."
Such declaration was never easy for Haruka. It's hard for her to get over with her shyness in the beginning, but nevertheless, after some dramatic argument that had ensued regarding Haruka's incapability of professing her love, she finally mastered the arts of saying "I love you" without stuttering.
"I love you too darling." Blue eyes shone brightly in the darken room as Michiru tilts her body to have her whole figure supported by Haruka. She loves lying on top of her wife, it allows her to feel Haruka's heartbeat, how it quickens when being touched, how it calms down when soft words are being spoken to her ears.
Emerald eyes intensify; long fingers went up and began to caress cheeks that are beginning to cover by a hue of pink. She loves how Michiru is serious at most of the times, but easily affected by the smallest touch or even words that Haruka does or says. It always makes her mind blurry when Michiru starts to shower her neck with kisses and then a sudden adrenaline would emerge, making Haruka feeling hot and bothered.
Lips crashed together, as the battle of dominance begins. Tongues were used as weapons as the couple tries to enter the other's cavern by force or by persuading or even by seducing. Finally a winner emerges as Haruka successfully captured her opponent's territory.
Sopping, slurping, wet and slippery. Heavy breathing. These are the only noises that can be heard in the room. Kisses were given and taken, tongues were ensued in a game of cat and mouse. It was passionate. It's always passionate between the two. Never once have they ever held back when it comes to love making. It was always hot, heavy, romantic, sexy, lustful and even sultry to an extent.
Clothes have become a barrier, an obstruction to them which must be removed immediately. The burning heat was ferocious, it swallows them, conquered them completely and it was suffocating to be restricted by clothing. Pieces of clothing were being discarded swiftly, and the burning heat rises when the last article was removed. Michiru was held tightly in Haruka's arms as they continue kissing one another. Michiru was the first to break the kiss. Traces of saliva were found on her face, her mouth, and her cheeks. But, she smiles adoringly, affectionately. She lowers herself and placed her mouth on Haruka's neck and begins to pamper her lover with nibbles and bites.
Haruka moaned. It was loud, lusty and intense. Michiru knows her, every part of her. Her most intimate secrets, and sensitive parts. But again, Haruka had never once hidden any part of herself when she's with her blue-haired lover. She wanted to give everything that she has, her entirety to reciprocate Michiru's love for her.
The blonde's moans intensify as Michiru begins to move further south to her collarbone. The blunette loves how strong Haruka shoulder is; the arm that she lays on every night, the arm that comforted her when she is unhappy. It is not only the physical strength that her Haruka's arms possess, but also the invisible burden that it is withstanding. Michiru loves Haruka's voice too, her husky moans. How she would call out for her, "Mi..chi…..Mi….chiru….I…" All this makes Michiru go crazy. It made her lose her poise. "I love you darling." Yes, she loves her. She loves her so much that sometimes it hurts having the thought of losing Haruka by any chance. She was drawn out of her stupor by Haruka's words, "He..y.. I'm..not going ..to leave..you." This made Michiru stopped all her actions. "You know I wouldn't leave you even if you ask me to. I would beg you to let me stay." The blonde chuckled. Beads of tears flow down as Michiru was taken over by Haruka's heartfelt words. She knew that it was never easy for the blonde to make such avowal. In fact, she had a very hard time to accept Haruka's helplessness in conveying her feelings, but she was delirious whenever her blonde lover bears her soul to her.
"Hey…H…Hey…Don't cry. We're supposed to make hot and sexy love, not crying instead." A huge grin quickly makes its appearance on Haruka's face when she hears the melodious laughter that came from her beloved wife. "See, I promise to make you smile, didn't I." The blonde declared proudly. Michiru couldn't agree more. She then showered small kisses on Haruka's lips to convey her heartfelt gratitude for the blonde's words. "Yes, yes you did. Thank you for that. And I'm not going to make you leave too. I need you. Too much."
Haruka heart pounded, her heart rate quickens, with a soft "I need you too," the couple engaged in another passionate kiss. The editor's hands roamed, in search for her precious, soft cushions that she knew when being squeezed, a loud moan would be drawn out. She continued. Haruka had made it her mission to bring her wife to the highest peak. She nibbled, sucked, kissed, licked did whatever to bring her lover closer to the edge. She finally closed her mouth over a pink nipple. The warmth emitting from Haruka's mouth was unbearable for Michiru. It made her yearned for more. The heat in her lower region grew; it's starting to consume her. "H..Haru…ka. I..ne…ed…Ah..h…I wan..t…" The smaller woman's breath was shaky. She reached for Haruka's hand that was on her right breast and brings it to her most delicate place. "P…Ple…Ahhh…Please…"
The blonde was overwhelmed. Michiru was hitting all the right spots, it made her burn; it made her wants for her wife to increase, her emotions and feelings to surge. Without any hesitation, she plunged two fingers deep into the dripping wet hole that brings her wife to ecstasy. She thrust faster, harder, trying to bring her wife over the edge. "Ahnn…nnn… Haru..ruka…" Michiru was grinding faster into her wife as she trudges up the cliff and then she jumps! But, she was never frighten as she knows the wind will catch her, it will carry her. "Haruka!" And that's the last word Michiru would scream when she comes.
Sweet nothings were being said as Haruka holds her wife when she comes. She then lowers her body, finally reaching her wife's desire. The blonde couldn't take it any longer. The sight of her wife writhing beneath her was mesmerizing. Haruka can never get tired of seeing this, no; she will never get tired of seeing this. With her hormones running wild, Haruka sticks her tongue in Michiru's wet, hot, sex. The blonde rubs Michiru's clit with her thumb to bring her over the edge again.
The one on the receiving end was breathless. Michiru's voice has long been lost, all she could do was to open her mouth and take in deep breaths as Haruka devours her. Once again, she finally reached the peak. The blunette pushed Haruka into her as deep as she could to try to prolong the feeling of her climax. Her vision was blurry when she finally gripped her senses and came back. She reached down to Haruka and kissed her senselessly while her lithe fingers wander south to give pleasure to her beloved too.
Michiru loved to tease. She would stroke Haruka's slit to make her even more aroused. When her blonde lover couldn't take it any longer Michiru would dip two of her finger and search for the spot that she knew her wife loves the most. She would curl her fingers, then stretch them against the walls as far as it allows, then curls her fingers again as her wife's moves uncontrollably. "Michi…I'm…com..min.." When Michiru hears this, she would add another finger to the already tight hole. This makes Haruka crazy. She would ride her wife's finger rapidly, trying to reach the same place Michiru had just been to. Everything when white in an instance for Haruka when the smaller woman curls her finger again, holding onto her lover as she cried out Michiru's name like a mantra.
The couple made love like it was a sacred ritual. For them, it was almost equivalent to pouring all their soul and desire into one another. Their blissful night ended with them holding onto each other; hoping to dream the same dream while eagerly waiting for the next day to arrive.
