A/N: Ohayo! ^^ Or good night, whee-hoo! We're finally back to HaruMichi, and just a small reminder- we left off with them zooming away in plans to defile Setsuna and Hotaru's getaway, the theatre! . Or so it goes. . .

DISCLAIMER: Naoko Takeuchi owns wonderful Sailor Moon characters and she's a respected person in my book! ^^ ((PS: I know hardly nothing about cars and their design, so that's not mine, either. Anyway, enjoy! .))

Womanizer: Before I Met You

"Haruka."

Racer and violinist was stranded on the side of the highway. After the initial zooming away from Setsuna and Usagi's antics, the simple burning out of the underside engine had them cruising to the side of the road. Thankfully the ocean's waves were a soothing serenade to the night's wind.

There was something in the way her Ocean Queen said her name, and as green eyes rose from under her beloved baby car, a gut-clenching feeling of arousal came over her.

"Michiru."

The name was a revered husk of wind as the wave of beauty standing over her submerged her in the deepest pools of blue desire. Michiru stood above her wearing nothing but a gentle smile and a pair of clouded-sky gold boxers.

Her mane of aqua tresses curled wildly down in wavy rivulets, and one strand flipped down a suggestive curtsy towards the center of her love's full breasts. The sensuous way Michiru ran her tongue over her bottom lip had Haruka blushing.

Even after all the years they'd been together, as partners, as lovers, as friends, as soulmates, Haruka still found everything her love did as sexy. There was nothing in this world more hotter than the sight of Michiru, Michiru doing anything, she was so elegant and beautiful.

But that hardly mattered, not in the dead of the night when they were cuddled together under the blanket and blind to each other's looks. It was Michiru's voice, her scent. The way she moved under her touch, so responsive.

And her wit- Haruka knew other people thought her love was something of a coldly dominating woman, even if she was of gentle nature and soul, but with her she was as warm as a kitten and more than prone to cuddle.

"I. . . Michiru, you're so beautiful."

Even as she said the words she knew they were puny compared to the breath-taking goddess before her. But Michiru seemed to sense this and just upped her smile to a knowing grin, one that made Haruka stomach do flip-flops.

"You should look in the mirror sometimes, love. I get jealous sometimes because you're just so adorable."

A coughed bark of disbelief from Haruka as the racer slid back under her car to hide her blush. No way. No way did Michiru like her because she was. . . adorable.

Haruka Teno'h, unnatainable woman who strived to be the wind itself, to be free of any mortal chains of gravity, who chose rough and down dirty racing and mechanical oil and dirt, adorable?

Ha.

With a cry of surprise, Haruka found herself being pulled by the ankles out from underneath her and dragged into the lap, man-straddle, of an angry Michiru Kaioh.

Gods, she was beautiful, even in the heat of warrior's wrath. Those flashing blue eyes deepened to a raging indigo, the rare press of downward line forming those precious pink lips. . .

"Haruka."

Oh, her voice, that dark husked growl of ocean's passion grating her scenses and making her soul roil; she was alive when Michiru scolded her.

"Haruka, don't you dare think that it's dumb I love you because you're adorable! I love you because you're who you are, a confident woman who's not put off by anything and will do everything for the ones she loves! It's adorable. And on top of that, you've got a killer sexy demeanor. Oh, you're so hot sometimes I feel like I'll melt like butter when I'm near you."

With each passing reassurance Haruka's blush worsened.

She knew Michiru would never lie to her, ever, but this was almost too much.

Haruka had never really asked her love what first drew the perfect woman to her, had never really planned on asking, since she figured if Michiru really thought about it, then she'd be gone in a heartbeat, senshi bonds or not.

So hearing all this was something along the lines of overwhelming, especially now in the lap of a gorgeous half-naked woman who loved her unconditionally as it was.

"M-Michiru, I. . . I never knew. I always thought. . . I don't know what I thought. It's just. . I love you. All of you. You put up with me through so much. Please believe me when I say I want you in my life as my one partner and soulmate, always."

All the sincerity in her heart was poured into that statement.

It bared her soul, but Haruka wasn't on edge. She knew Michiru would understand. Somehow, she always did. Unconditional love. It rocked!

"Oh, Haruka. I swear, I fall in love with you every day all over again. It's not hard, with you being so cute, so you shouldn't feel inadequate. Don't worry, I love all of you, too. Even your past where you were a dark, sexy woman-killer, new girl every night. I'm sure your. . . techniques had them. . . coming back for more."

Michiru's full breasts swayed, the pink felt tips so amaingly distracting that Haruka had to shake her head before she denied the unsaid accusation. Taking Michiru's hands in hers, Haruka leaned in and wrapped her legs about the silky waist.

"Michiru, I've never had an actual lover before you. I've never been. . . touched by anyone else. Sure, I've. . played with myself, yes, but not to the extent that it would be considered. . orgasmic. You were my first, Michiru. You always will be. This may sound unfair, but all the others were pretty much innocent flirtings."

Blue eyes studied her to her very core.

A firm nod, then a sexy shimmy of those amazing hips.

"Show me what kind of womanizer you've been over the years of. . . research, love. I'm. . curious."

With a flip of her maned hair, Michiru arched her back and invited Haruka in, closing her eyes as she guided her racer's hands to aching breasts. Haruka's breath burned as it whooshed in, hiding from public display, and she smiled as Michiru whimpered softly.

Moving her legs, Haruka positioned herself so she was tipping Michiru back, onto her course blanket she kept for campings and picnickings, laying soft kisses on her love's belly and thighs.

"I've been a very experimentative girl over the years, Michiru. I've been. . . bad."

The gentle laugh she recieved in return made Haruka grin, and she quickly rose and hopped in her car's window, lowering the self-made glass and beckoning Michiru up.

"Hop in, love. I'm mighty hungry tonight."

Gesturing to the open window, Haruka gave Michiru a lopsided grin, knowing her blond looks would get the job done. Behind them the ocean roared and a wave crashed urgently against the side of the bank, showing proof of her love's excited element.

Seeing the slight hesitation, Haruka growled and picked Michiru up caveman-style, stuffing her shrieking beauty head-first into the window. Diving between her love's kicking legs, pianist played the woman's thighs, running down to tap an elegant serenade about her legs and soothing the sweet skin.

Leaning the upper half of her body in, Haruka smiled at the incredulous but trusting stare her partner gave her and gently kissing the violinist, placing an extra wet kiss to the underside of her ear and humming a gentle note, holding it between the tone of both female and its counterpart.

Michiru went crazy over that note, it was the sound of the ocean being serenaded by the wind on a full moon's night, on pure tone alone.

"I love you."

Ripping the soft fabric from between Michiru's thighs, Haruka anchored the thrashing hips and whet her appetite with a lovely nipple, enjoying the hard throb of Michiru's flesh. Blond shed her shirt, snarling as the material ripped a bit down the center and reached over her partner to grasp the head of the shifter.

"Look up, love. Imagine me. Imagine this."

Blue eyes flitted to the suggestive squeezing over the light-colored head, and for the first time Michiru could see the effect driving had on her blond partner.

It was so hot to watch, Haruka's eyes slitted to a windy green, her brow twisted in pleasure as she grinded her hips between Michiru's legs and worshipping the hard teeth with her savage mouth, swirling her tongue hard about the rasping bud.

Moaning, Michiru moved her hips upwards to meet every thrust, the hot friction of ripped silk boxers and casual blue jeans creating a much-needed friction and pressure on her hooded clit and pelvis.

Until Haruka touched her, intimately, Michiru would be held over the precipice of pleasure, never released from the inferno of winded passion.

With a sharp jerk, Haruka broke off the self-made shaft and pulled.

To Michiru's disbelief, there were two thin straps attached, and with great care, the makeshift part could become a small strap-on.

It was only about three inches in length, nestled snugly into a flat base that would slam into the receiver. Thick, the whole length never varied in size except for the tip, which curled in to an uppwards thrust, hitting the back walls of the vagina.

Soons, Michiru's vagina.

"Mmm. You never knew why I liked the gearshift so much, did you, Michi? Every time, I'd fantasize about pleasuring my destined partner with mere force alone. Just slam into her, birting her skin even as I pressed deep. Mmm, Michiru. Please let me."

By now the strap-on was jutting proudly in a small but bold manner from Haruka's hips, and Michiru couldn't help but moan as Haruka pulled her to her, the window's frame digging in a pleasurably pained way into her lower back.

With a start, Michiru realized her love had padded the sides.

Just how long had she fantasized about this?

Scooting closer to the racer, Michiru pulled Haruka in for a kiss, reaching down her own body and all but furiously scrabbling at her black thong panties and pulling it to the side. It wasn't a moment too soon.

Haruka thrust in and sank home, and Michiru gasped as the shaft speared into her, burning the linings of her core. There had been some kind of lubricant applied that made it burn, and Michiru cried out as Haruka pulled back and drew her legs up, slamming into her again and bucking her hips as she unhooded the violinist's pulsing clit.

"Haruka!"

Behind them the ocean roared, wave after wave crashing against the cliff again and again. Michiru was gasping underneath her love, her legs drawing Haruka in deeper and her whole body rocking the golden car.

"Michiru, Michiru, Michiru. . .!"

Haruka uttered her love's name like a mantra, burrowing in the hot core and finally tackling both of them inside the car. Rolling on top, Michiru groaned and spread her thighs, lowering herself down on the thick head.

Reaching down, she kicked off Haruka's pants pooling at the blond's ankles and kissed her, running her tongue along her love's bottom lips and drawing balance from Haruka's breasts.

"Haruka, you've been such a bad. . . womanizer, to know all this and seduce me, all alone, here on the coast, dark and so sexy. . ."

A flash of teeth and Michiru could only whimper at Haruka's playful smirk, just as she'd intended it to be; it was accompanied by an especially deep thrust, the base pleasuring both their lower lips as the inside of Michiru's tightening heat.

"You'd make a pretty good. . . womanizer yourself, Michiru. All sexy and wild, that glistening thatch of long, aqua curls so damn good. . .! Too bad, you're only. . mine."

Haruka gasoed when her aqua-haired love raised herself and pulled completely off, leaving her own sex behind the blunt base aching and throbbing wet as the cool hair hit her core. Michiru sat down on her stomach, shimmying and spreading her own heat there over the underside flesh of her bellybutton.

"Really now?"

Michiru's grin was pure animal as she reached back and burrowed her hand under the straps, diving in and pressing a pinch to Haruka's clit. Blond racer arched hard, almost throwing Michiru off, but Michiru rolled her hips and teased her love, leaning down and kissing full breasts, sighing as Haruka ran her hands over her back and down, into the sweet cleft of her sex.

"Yup. You are MINE, Michiru. And so help me God, I'm yours."

Smiling, Michiru tweaked Haruka's nipple, hard, and leaned back, slamming down once again onto the shaft as she pressed a lever and the car's seat collapsed under their combined weight and the erratic pressure from animalistic thrusts.

Haruka screamed, a tsunami of pleasure catching her up as the sea roared outside and Michiru came on top of her, rocking her world as only she could.

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"We're never going to make it to the theatre, are we, Michi?"

"Mmmm, don't ever say never, love."

"We-ell, I really wanted to *pss,psss,pssst*."

"HARUKA! You WOULDN'T!"

"Heh. I could NEVER resist you, Michiru."

"Well as it so happens, love, Setsuna owes me a small favor, and I HAVE bought two tickets for any movie on tonight. . ."

Reports from a wide-eyed woman who was considered to be the biggest dreamer on earth swore she saw two women trying to wrestle for control of a golden car through the passenger's side window for a whole two hours before blinking out of sight.

No one believed her.

But there were a certain group of girls wearing senshi fukus who had saved the world numerous times over noticing two of their kind missing and had their own doubts.

Haruka and Michiru made it to the theater on time.

A/N: *grin* They're ba-a-a-a-ack! ^^