Author's note: This one is written from Michiru's point of view. Her style is a little more subdued, relaxed, fluid, so I tried to reflect that in this story. There are several parallels to Haruka's "Get Up". Enjoy!


Not Yet

A dream. Of course. Bright light. A beach. The water, and the wind. Such a wind, blows soft. A woman, drawing near. Nearer still. Familiar and beautiful, handsome. Heart races. Sweet anticipation. Tall, statuesque. Nearer, and nearer still…

Cruel alarm.

Not yet. A few moments more. Wait, then up. Up, then out. Slowly, to savor the last. A sigh, and a nod.

Walk to there, open them up. The morning breeze, strong, then caressing. Warm and gentle. Step out, into the morning. Feels good. Eyes close. Imagine her here…

Wish she was here now.

The sea, the vast sea. Sparkling. Sprawling. Calling, familiar. A swim?

Not yet.

Back inside, fingers through the hair. Against the skin, the satin. Slinky, soft. Revealing. Sexy.

She likes it that way.

Slip it off, over the head. Slip them off, down the thighs.

Run the water – too cold. Get in –

Feels wonderful now. Need her here now.

Feel the water. Feel the warmth. Step underneath, drenched in the stream. Rub the body, caress every curve. Rub where she should be.

Nice, but not yet.

Relish the warmth, clean all over. Floral scents and silky suds. Stand in the waterfall, loosen up.

Relaxed?

Almost, but not yet.

Finish it all, step out now. Dry the body slowly, take some time. In the mirror, look now. Looks good. Rub some on.

Silky smooth.

Spray. Comb through. Tousle a bit, shake it loose. Put it up high. Put it on, then put them on. Tight, but comfortable.

Down the stairs, and then out back. Feel the breeze, same as before. Still it calls, more so now…

…Not yet. Into position. Then into another. Feel the stretch, the tension subsides. Fluid movements, as the sea. Concentrate, yet clear the mind. Center. Focus. Feel and move. Clean, precise, so ancient is this. One with the mind, one with the body. One with the sea, and one with the wind –

Thinking of her now, concentration lost.

A sigh, a longing. A last glimpse, a promised return. Soon. Another love awaits…

Up the stairs to a quicker one now. In fast, warm and inviting. More relaxed this time, short and sweet.

Dry off, top to bottom. Comb, then tousle. Rub it on, silky smooth.

Slip in on, then slip them on. Lacy, sexy. Dainty, nice. Pick this. And choose that.

No, not that one. This one either. This one's nice –

– Too nice. Not yet.

Another? Perfect. Back to the mirror, artistry defined. Look. Look once more. Satisfied?

Not yet.

Find it. Spray. A touch here, and there. All the right places. A hint of flowers, and of sandalwood.

It's familiar. It's her favorite.

Not much time. Down the stairs, and out the door. Get in, still smells so new. Another love, yet one awaits.

To the favorite early spot, familiar and good. A greeting, and one exchanged. The same as always, and always good. This one's hot, and that one's soft. Together they are perfection.

Like the wind and the sea.

Savor the last, then move on. The familiar route, the scenic view. Here at last, right on time.

Early, actually.

Get out? Not yet. One last check, everything in place. Always for her. Only for her.

Get moving now. The knock, then the greeting. A kiss, and then another. Caresses, take it in. A scent, familiar and warm.

A conversation, short and sweet. Tell her more?

Not yet. Another caress, a glimpse of her pain. Exposed, now kiss it away.

Feel better?

A short chat, again, and now? In her eyes –

– Not yet.

Up the stairs. Kisses and hands. Fingers and kisses. A warm body, strong and lean. Familiar and safe. Clothes tossed all about. The lace –

– She notices.

On the spot, where she should be. Devouring, and deep inside. Lips on lips, a glance up from her. She indulges every second, savors every drop.

Below, like silk. She makes it flow more. The wind and the sea become one. Whispers, and commands, though gentle they are. The apex of feelings, the climax of sensations. Out it flows, flows like the sea. Never-ending it seems. The rhythm, perfection. Higher, higher still. The beauty in her eyes, and the love in her touches. As a man she is, strong and commanding. A glistening face, and other good spots. The pinnacle reached, together as one. The breaths calm, relaxed. Descending together. Always together.

A kiss, and 'I love you', and one returned.

Down now together, with her, just right. A click heard, then another. Should set it for longer…

Not long enough, never with her. No dreams now, just rest. A place alone together. Always with her. Only with her…

Cruel alarm.

A sigh, a pause, a kiss. Get up?

Not yet.