A/N: *sappy grin* This was my first internet watching of a movie that went into an actual relationship of women-to-women, and I thank Kami-sama that it was dark and there was a big jug and gallon of water ((ice cold)) handy. Let's just say I'm more of a book person that watching two women go at it. ^^; /

DISCLAIMER: Better Than Chocolate and Sailor Moon don't belong to me, but to the creators, directors, and all the other awesome people who participated behind the scenes and in the movie- and Sailor Moon belongs to cool Naoko Takeuchi! ,

Better Than Chocolate: You Are

". . . Michiru, this is really wierd, you know that, right? Can you imagine us doing that? Well, I'd enjoy it, but personally, I'd choose paint that we could eat."

"Haruka, it's a movie. It's meant for you to feel awkward. . . I think. But look, wouldn't you love to have that couch? It looks a lot more comfortable than the one we have to roll around on."

"MICHIRU! Shh, don't say that! Besides, when we get home, I'm going to question Hime-chan and Setsuna what movies they've watched over here! This. .! This is too much for Hime-chan!"

Haruka and Michiru were seated at the back of the theatre in the last row, the darkness an extra bonus to their current activities in the half-full theatre. Popcorn butter coated their breasts and stomachs, and Haruka yelped as Michiru rubbed the salty coating on her bared thighs.

"Shh, love. Unlike these two, I don't want an audience to share you with."

Groaning, Haruka shifted lower in her seat and sprawled herself out, dragging her love on top of her. With the unusual lubricant of salted butter, the effect was a startled shriek.

"Shh, Michi. Remember, we don't want an audience."

Haruka saw the gleam in Michiru's eyes as her love scooted down her body, licking up all the butter with her tongue. Mmm, delicious pleasure. Exhaling raggedly, Haruka started to pump her hips up and down and tried to get Michiru's attention.

It was so hard, and wet, and she was damn near dying. . .

"Touch me, Michiru. Please, touch me gently. . ."

In an effort to relieve herself, Haruka reached down and pulled Michiru's hips level to hers, but a straddling ocean queen took advantage of her position and kept herself pushed up. Even denied, Haruka was pleasured.

Michiru's pert torso was a sensual mass of unlicked butter, the golden lubricant highlighting the feminine body and individual muscles. A knowing grin escalated to a smirk when Haruka desperately strained under her, and Michiru raised her right hand.

From it dangled the stick-shift strap-on, but replaced with a much longer thickness. Just seeing the horned dildo in Michiru's hand made Haruka gasp, and she saw lights behind her eyelids as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"You're supposed to be paying attention to the movie, Haruka."

"What about you?"

The racer all but wiggled out of her skin as she was flipped over and up. Michiru had her in her lap now, peering up at her as Haruka turned to look at her impish mermaid. Blue eyes of swirling devilment laughed at her.

"Oh, I think I'll be too preoccupied. You'll just have to tell me what happened later."

And Haruka felt herself being lifted by her hips, elegant hands and fingers claiming their mark on blushing flesh. Michiru was panting behind her, adding to the hot and heavy scene playing on the wide theatre screen, and Haruka scrambled at the unoccupied seats in front of her as Michiru tilted her forwards.

The blunt tip of the make-shift shifter pressed her open, making her moan, and Haruka felt her love's lips on her lower shoulderblades.

"I love you, Haruka. Hold on, Wind Tamer."

Michiru's whisper sent lightning through her body, and Haruka about passed out. Leaning back, she rocked onto the intruding shaft, the rubbery horns of plastic easing into her and stimulating her already-on-overdrive senses.

"Nnngh. .!"

Grunting, Haruka shook as she felt her body being lowered onto Michiru. The hard pointed erection was something new as Michiru's familiar silk skin surrounded her, and Haruka scrambled again as her love pressed upwards, grasping her thighs and pulling backwards.

So big, so much heat. . .

"Shhh, love. I'm almost there. Almost in, Haruka. That's it, it's me, take me in, love, I've got you, shh, shh. . ."

Haruka nodded, sobbing as she pressed down and Michiru entered her with a smooth buck. It was a tight hard fit, the shaft seemingly pressing into her soul, and Haruka moaned as Michiru rocked into her, holding her up even as she thrust into the panting racer.

Reaching around, Michiru cupped the smooth expanse of a flat stomach, patting upwards and circling the aching buds.

"Mmm, Haruka, you're so tender, especially right. . . here."

Palming the full globes of Haruka's breasts, Michiru forced both of them down onto the seat, circling her legs over Haruka's thighs and pressing in. Her partner moaned, head rolling back as Michiru hit a sensitive nerve inside of her, making her sing.

". .Yes. .! Michi, please. .!"

Hearing her counterpart's needful wish, the violinist smiled and turned Haruka inwards, her legs keeping the racer's thighs wide even as her body bucked upwards. Haruka couldn't believe the pleasure crashing into her, rolling her over and over and spreading her wide over Michiru's shaft.

Now fully facing her love, Haruka cried out when Michiru turned her back towards the screen, leaving her wide open to the curious fingers that reached down to carress her clit.

"That's right, love. Feel me inside, it's okay, I'm here, let go. . . come for me, Haruka. Come for me hard, love. Please, you look so beautiful when you do, my love."

Michiru shifted so she herself was bunched up underneath her mate, squatting and thrusting with her hips as she increased the pressure on Haruka's breasts, suckling the earlobe of her racer and stimulating the hard bud of her twitching clit.

Haruka squirmed, crying out, unwilling to yet let go.

She was soaring, the darkness of the theatre blown away in a whirlwind of colors as Michiru held her, finally biting the nape of her neck in an act to claim her as hers.

"Michiru. .!"

With a breathless cry, Haruka exploded, thrashing over Michiru as she was held wide open. Wave after wave of ecstacy barreled into her, all around her, finally calming enough to move into a soothing embrace of coccooned love.

They sat there, half laying and slumped in their current positions, Haruka spent and flaccid, Michiru tense but loving underneath her. The darkness of the theatre was suddenly accompanied by silence, and the two realized the movie had long been over.

Shifting in her love's embrace, Haruka whimpered, the horned dildo a hard shaft of rubberized plastic scraping against her sensitive skin. Michiru gave an uncharacteristic grunt with the sudden movement, and Haruka remembered her love hadn't come yet.

Leaning back, racer gently turned and brushed lips with Michiru, whispering, "You must be aching right now, Michi. It must be so hard, that one spot right there. . . That's it. . Michi, move those sexy hips for me. I won't move, I'll just sit here. Yes, Michi, upwards, inside of me. Press deep, Michi, mmm. . I can feel you, love. I'll bet it's rubbing against your cute little clit, isn't it?"

Michiru was moaning by then, her hips involuntarily jerking as her body was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of Haruka above her, coaxing her through with her words and sated body.

Grasping the still hips above her, Michiru pulled down as she hefted Haruka up, blindly panting as she heard the grunted cry Haruka let out as the dildo was ripped from her center. Snapping the leather from her own hips, Michiru settled between Haruka's thighs and moaned when the hot wetness slicked down and coated her throbbing clit.

Haruka wiggled above her, taking initiative and turning in Michiru's lap, nudging them both over and sideways on the armless chairs. Landing on top of Michiru, Haruka kissed her, easing her hand down and taking her lover's hard erection in her fingers and putting it inside of her.

Michiru cried out as her clit entered Haruka's core, the wet heat taking her in and coaxing her towards the private heaven they'd created between them.

"Nnngh. .! Ruka, please. ."

The empty theatre rang with their cries, and Haruka furiously rolled her hips to Michiru's, kissing the soft skin of her neck and chin.

"Are you ready, love? Yes, I can feel you are. Michiru, you're driving me mad, love, you're so cute. . . Mmm, you deserve this, so much. . So come for me, love. Michiru, scream my name."

The words were a lubricant on Michiru's soul itself.

Trembling, ocean queen screamed and arched hard upwards, grabbing at Haruka's tight butt and spasming uncontrollably underneath her loving mate's hold.

"HARUKAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The keeling cry echoed in the empty theatre, and the scent of popcorn was strong in the air as the sated senshi relaxed, giggling softly.

"Mmmm, Michiru, I love you."

Drawing her close, Haruka turned in her position and rolled, taking Michiru with her so they lay, content against each other's bodies. Nuzzling the wind-tussled hair underneath her chin, Haruka smiled.

"Hey. I'd say we should have movie night more often."

Racer felt her arm being whapped by a blushing painter. Looking down, she raised her eyebrows at the glowing orbs of swirling ocean blue.

"What? I had fun, love. I hope you did, too."

Michiru was quiet against her, the soft fingers of love easing into her swolen folds almost in an unconscious manner and obvious carress. Haruka shuddered, drawing Michiru closer. Her painter yawned, still blushing.

"I did, love. I still am. It's just. . ."

Haruka grinned, scooting down to kiss the aqua-haired beauty soundly on the lips.

"I know, love, I know. I'm tired, but I can't wait to take a bath, too."

This time Haruka was really surprised at the hard blow she got. Scooting back away, she cowered, covering her head in an almost comical fashion.

"What? Michi, I love our baths!"

Michiru's blushing cheeks were so adorable.

Shaking her cute little head, Ocean Queen stared down at her partner, rolling on top of her and laying an apologetic kiss to her forehead. Haruka instantly relaxed in her hold, sighing contentedly and almost mewling like a newborn kit.

"It's not that! It's just. . . I don't remember what movie we watched!"

A surprised laugh was ripped from the blond. Recovering, Haruka pulled Michiru up, cupping her love's yummy buttocks and growling low in her throat. Looking straight into her destined partner's eyes, she smiled.

That smile turned into a suggestive grin, and Haruka ran her hands up to Michiru's face, gathering all the butter there and winking in a sultry heat.

"I'll give you a hint, love. You and this are so much Better Than Chocolate."

oooooooooooooooooooooooooo

". . . Setsuna-mama, why is the bathroom so slippery? It smells like popcorn."

"!. . . Please don't ask, Hota-chan."

A/N: ^^ Yup, that movie was too much for me. I mean, the trailer for it was pretty funny, though, but I'd rather read a good book than watch a good movie, unless it's got an awesome soundtrack and has re-edited itself to be as good as the movie! . Ja!