A/N: I'm really certain that there are no actual costumes out there resembling something like this that's specifically sold, so just saying! ^^ I'm revising this thing to have a plot, or something like that, or at least a fun storyline, so I'll do that starting next chapter.

DISCLAIMER: Naoko Takeuchi owns Sailor Moon, and Mother Nature owns bees and honey! ^^ And ((spoiler here!)) as for myself, I don't know WHERE or WHO owns Time Travel. .

Buzzed Off Annoyance

"Bzzz. . . Bzzz. ."

Michiru rolled over in her sleep, groaning in irritation. She knew it was early morning and Haruka was above her, pressing open-mouth burbles to her stomach. Even if it was highly pleasurable, Michiru was highly irritated.

"Bzzz. . . Bzzz. . ."

That same annoying sound, and finally Michiru snarled, springing upwards and straight-out punching at where her partner was. She knew Haruka could handle it, the blond racer was annoyingly adept at pulling her own and blocking surprise attacks at the last moment.

*POW!*

*THUD!*

*SPLISH!*

"B-z-z-zz. . ."

Michiru gasped, opening her eyes and looking frantically around. Her naked upper body pressed full open as the blanket fell away, but she didn't care.

"Haruka! Are you okay? I'm sorry. . .!"

"BUZZ!"

And Michiru stared.

Haruka was flopping around, a whole bee costume attached to her: see-through wings clasped about her wrists and spread outwards in an upwards arc, yellow covering her half-naked form, and stripes of honeyed black encircled her thighs and ankles, and also the sweet swells of her uncovered breasts.

Looking closer, Michiru realized the material was soft and fuzzy, and with every breath her partner took, the outfit shimmered.

"Umm. . ."

Michiru's eyes traveled hungrily to Haruka's belly.

She was awake now.

Haruka had landed on a waterbed that hadn't been there before, and the rocking motion of those delicious hips as the racer rode the waves was making her wet under that smiling green gaze of heat.

"Michiru. . . Give me a buzz, love."

The husky whisper was something sensual, and Michiru looked away and pressed the small box in her hand, watching in fascination as a golden yellow light ran from her fingers to the electrical line going into Haruka's costume.

When the light reached Haruka, the whole bed jiggled.

Michiru could see why.

Haruka thrashed around, crying out as the small device shocked her, and Michiru gasped as she saw where the line had went into her spasming partner. The tip had disappeared into the costume, and Michiru jerked automatically herself when Haruka did, as the line dipped between her butt cheeks and came out on the other side, teasing her sex.

The shocks came in the shape of a stinger, and with every push of the button, the device drilled into the racer's wet centre.

"M-Michiru-u-u, ah. .! Gentle, love, stop. . .!"

Gasping, Haruka clutched at the headboard, her body drowning in pleasure as she tried to navigate the self-made waves of the waterbed, her hips rolling. Finally crawling to her knees, Haruka launched herself across the room and tackled Michiru, pulling the drilling vibrator out of herself and slamming it into the sheets beside them.

It jumped around, furiously latching itself onto the side of the bed and churning its way into the center of the silken material. Michiru gasped as Haruka glomped onto her, kissing her fiercely and grabbing the vibrator out of the sheets, jerking on it furiously.

The thing wouldn't budge, it just kept drilling, back and forth.

Suddenly the absurdity of it hit Michiru and she started to laugh, rolling them both over and nuzzling into Haruka, giggling.

"Now just WHEN did you get this, love?"

The answer was a short bark of embarrassment.

"A curious Minako, two years back."

Laughing harder, Michiru squealed and untangled herself, doing a perfect belly flop onto the waterbed.

"You're so golden, love."

Across the room Haruka grinned and winked.

"I know. And guess what? Extra in. . coming. . with all of this, is a bonus! Watch."

Racer reached under her pillow and pulled out a yellow and black. . . something.

Then Michiru saw.

Wielding the thing like an artillery weapon, Haruka brandished it at her love.

"Tadaa! I was going to surprise you later, during. . . pollination, but see! It's a strap-on, and at the end you can put on the vibrator! I think it's cool!"

Michiru tried hard not to laugh.

Truth be told, she was torn by a mix of feelings. Curiousity, amusement, and surprise, but with a mix of horror and arousal. Haruka was planning to use THAT on her? Shifting from her spot, Michiru reveled in the feeling of the waterbed.

Mmm, it was as if being rocked to sleep by the Ocean Mother herself.

Looking over at Haruka's suggestive grin and her blond eyebrows going up and down and her partner's high-spirited demeanor at two o'clock in the morning when she wasn't a morning person, all for her, Michiru felt all her apprehension melting away.

"Come here, love. It's time for my shot."

Haruka's smile lit up the whole room, and it was almost as if she'd transformed for the first time in that celestial light and summoned Uranus' World Shaking on her.

With a whoop she was airborne, and Michiru sighed as Haruka twisted in the air, the wind carressing her as if in the ocean's waves and she the most fluent swimmer in all the native seas. Haruka spread her wings and soared, dipping above her, her blond locks shifting as she smiled lazily down at her love.

"Mmm, that sounds nice. Are you ready?"

Haruka grinned, then, the gleam in her eyes sharp and bright as she lovingly eyed Michiru. Nodding, Michiru spread her legs and arms, opening herself wide and relaxing. Exhaling all the tension out, she grinned back.

"I'm always ready for you, love."

Grinning back super big, the blond ripped off her wings and plopped downwards, balancing her weight so she landed comfortably on top of Michiru, her strong arms making a sacred steeple above her beautiful Ocean Queen and laughing softly.

"Mmm, I'll hold you to that, Michi. I'm sorry it's so early. I'm just so much in love with you!"

Michiru giggled at Haruka's sing-song voice. She knew the racer meant it, and she considered Haruka the same as well. Love. . . It made people silly, but it was so endearingly heartfelt.

But that didn't mean Haruka got to have all the fun.

Rippin gthe vibrator out of Haruka's hands, Michiru laughed and pressed it between them, in between their breasts and kneading it down towards their stomachs where desire clenched in a tight little fist of heat.

Enjoying the hot friction of their bodies melted together, Michiru moaned. Wiggling closer, she grabbed the strap-on out of Haruka's astounded grip and tore off the base. Snapping the length to a flexed half, Michiru reached down and inserted the rugged half inside of her.

Edging away, she thrust her hips against Haruka and grinned when she heard her partner's howled gasp. It had hit home.

Shifting against the hot fuzz of the costume, Haruka whimpered and tried to wiggle away. Her partner was being so sexily dominating. .! Bucking back against the hard pressure inside of her, Haruka took out the one thing she hadn't expected to receive from the one person who didn't seem the type.

But, of course, being a water wielder, it would help.

Supposedly.

"Easy, love. That's it. . . Ease up a bit, let me love you. . ."

To Haruka's astonishment, Michiru slumped under her hold, her hips soothing back into a gentle rocking motion that matched the water bed's easy waves. Holding the gigantic conch in her right hand, Haruka stared.

Ami had given it to her the other day after the initial sleepover.

Seemingly concerned about the large dents in Makoto's apartment and thinking ahead for the next sleepover and the high damage cost the floor or any other sleepable surfaces in the household, Ami hurriedly explained as to what the conch did.

It soothed the emotions, anger, depression, or lust, of any water-wielder being whispered by the conch into submissiveness, and as Ami explained, she about blushed herself red until Makoto snuck up on her and pulled her backwards into an all-out cute kiss.

It was sweet, until innocent little blue-haired Ami growled like a she-lion and turned in Makoto's embrace, fiercely hauling the brunette off her feet and into the other room that held a trampoline in it, kissing her like there was no tomorrow and leaving Haruka standing there, feeling more than a bit amused and wierded out.

So THAT was what the conch did.

Looking down at Michiru, Haruka whispered her words of love into the conch and smiled when her partner sighed languidly. Putting the big shell away, she watched with interest as Michiru shook herself and moved against her, drawing her down for a kiss, the look of heat returning to her gaze.

The vibrator whirled against them both, making them groan.

"Ruka, what was that?"

Hearing the pleased note of her love, Haruka smiled and gently kissed Michiru.

"Something I'm never going to use again, Michiru. It's a conch I got from Ami and Makoto, and it makes water wielders calm down. They told me to use it when you got out of control, and I'm sure Makoto hardly ever uses it on Ami, but I. . . I love you as you are, Michiru Kaioh. And I want to thank you for being wild, with me."

Haruka cried out in shock when Michiru flipped them both over, straightening the dildo and conversationally re-attaching the base and straps of the harness. There was nothing conversational about the look in her eyes, though.

THAT was of pure lust, heightened in the heat of passion by Haruka's heart-saying speech, so sweet and tender to the both of them and clearing the small barrier in between the two.

"Haruka Teno'h, I love you. I always will, no matter what you do. But you're gonna regret not wearing me out when you had the chance. I have a VERY. . . demanding upkeep for personal satisfaction, in work, and in. . . play."

Haruka stared up at Michiru, her green eyes wide.

Michiru had snapped.

Sensing the trouble she was in for, Haruka scrambled away, crying out in arousal and frustration as Michiru caught her, holding onto her thighs and dragging her back towards the middle of the water bed.

There was no hold in the bed's sheets, and the way Michiru was pulling her, Haruka was fresh for the picking. Looking over her shoulder, she caught the feral gaze of a woman in need.

"M-Michiru! Please, I love you, and I cherish every moment we've been through together, but. .! Michi, you're so SCAWY when you're, like, animalistically AROUSED!"

Haruka knew she was babbling, knew she was going to be animalistically pounded into, but it was such a turn-on seeing the raging fire in Michiru's amused gaze.

Squirming, she managed to scramble on top of her love and face her sex where the strap-on was bobbing up and down in demand. Michiru growled and drew her ever closer, and Haruka finally relaxed as she felt an insistent rasp of loving tongue on her black honey-covered ankle.

Smelling the wet heat under her nose, Haruka tentatively peeked under the strap-on.

Her partner was erected, tall and proud like the small mountain of desire she was also so familiar with. Seeing the tightening tremble in Michiru's strong swimmer's legs, Haruka smiled. Ah, she was adorable.

"Haruka. . . I'm going to take you. But I'm going to be gentle. I WILL be gentle. Just trust me, love. I love you, I promise you I won't hurt you."

Normally Haruka would laugh at that statement, coming from anyone, the one about someone hurting her, but Michiru was a special someone, and if she hurt, then she automatically did, too. But once her love dove in, all thoughts fled from her conscience.

Michiru's tongue danced along her ankles, lapping upwards to bite the inside of her knees and then her thighs. Panting, Haruka took the sheets beside Michiru's legs and bit down hard, trying to anchor herself in the middle of the sea of pleasure.

"M-Michi!"

Haruka could feel her ocean beauty smiling at her centre, her breath coming in slow consuming pants as she gently poked at her dripping folds like a cat with warm milk who liked to play with her food by batting at the bubbles made.

"I'm about to eat breakfast, love. I'm sure you've. . . cleaned up good."

Grunting, the racer bit down hard on the sheets and clutched at the long hard shaft in front of her. Her fingers curled hard down the aroused wetness of Michiru's core, and Haruka about lost it when her love's hips started a slow rythm of humping.

"Y-You'll find me all clean, love, all nice and. . . clean."

She heard the sigh behind her even sa she felt the wet tongue on her clit's tip. Fire carreened through her, shooting straight up to tickle her spine into an arching arrow, wiggling around in her belly and intensifying the spring of tightness there.

Gasping, Haruka ground her head down at the feather-light touch.

"Mmmm. . Ruka. You taste so good, love. That's right, let me taste you, Haruka. Just let me lick, that's all."

By now Haruka was unconsciously rolling the hard thickness in her hand, pushing it to one side and angling it away as she bent and put her lips to Michiru's own clit. Sucking along the tip and easing off to lave all around the base, Haruka groaned, smiling when she heard Michiru's own gasped cry.

Feeling her love start to shiver and tense underneat her, Haruka took her love's legs in her hands and started to stroke the smooth skin, marveling at the softness as she drew Michiru's legs up and kissed her knees, easing the waves of cramping there.

Her love was open to her then, slick and dripping wet on the sheets and rolling contentedly with the waves of the water bed. Gently unbuckling the strap-on, Haruka nuzzled her face cheeks with Michiru's lower cheeks, angling her love's cute bottom towards her and reaching around as she pulled off the harness.

Michiru gasped, her tongue still insistent as she sucked on Haruka's lips gently biting her clit and nibbling her way down to Haruka's centre. Racer cried out above her, and Michiru spasmed as Haruka grabbed her fully around and slipped a finger in, turning the vibrator between them and making it shake at both their stomachs.

"So tight, Michi. . ."

Hearing Haruka's husk at her thighs, Michiru tried to exhale the raging inferno of wild winds inside her body. A sea of heat was swirling inside her, building up even as racer kissed her core.

Haruka's fingers started their playing, then.

Michiru whimpered, attending to Haruka's clit and inner thighs even as she spasmed. Pianists dipped her middle finger in and out of the violinist to create their duo solos, her other fingers playing their own vital roles in support to worship Michiru's body in a perfect symphony.

Haruka's thumb teased her love along with her lapping tongue, her index finger pressing Michiru's lips even as her ring finger proposed unbroken partnership at inner thighs and her pinky delicately poking in to explore the wetness dripping down those shivering legs.

"I love you, Michiru. No one else. Nothing else, nothing more. I love you. Michiru, sweet, Michi, now, come for me now, Michiru. Love. . ."

The water under her enhanced the royal pleasure Haruka was giving her, making her scream as she came, hard, her whole body thrashing as she scrambled and bit hard into Haruka's right calf.

Her element sang, roaring as it slammed into her, twirling her deep into the sea of pleasure. Dimly she heard Haruka cry out, grasping hard at her legs and pulling herself into a ball as she kissed Michiru's core, shaking as her own climax shattered her being.

*BUZZ! BUZZ!*

Small aftershocks tremored through them both as the vibrator drilled into their bellies, and both groaned. Flopping around gracefully, Michiru chuckled softly as she moved down to Haruka, taking the grinning racer in her arms and kissing her softly.

"Good morning, love. You could say I enjoyed breakfast, even if there was a helpful bee getting in the way of. . . my eating."

Watching those green eyes sparkle back to full energy, Michiru kissed her again. Feeling Haruka's arms around her waist draw her in for a more heated kiss of their lower lips, Michiru sighed happily.

It was going to be a long day.

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*BANG, BANG, BANG!*

"Setsuna-mama! Open up, they're at it again! Setsuna-mama! Sets-! Oh? Usagi-chan?"

"Oh, hi, Hota-chan! I just dropped in for a visit to Sets-chan! Do you want to come in?"

"Umm. . ."

"*Yawn* Oh, Hota-chan. *groggy stretch* ! Hota-chan! Uh. . Usa-chan just came-"

"Oh, Sets-chan, don't TELL her. .!"

"-OVER to give me a little something. She'll stay for the rest of the night, though."

". . It's morning, Setsuna-mama. But. . Oi. Um. . I think I'm going out for a bit. Y'know, buy some sleeping pills or something, crash over at ChibiUsa's. . ."

". . .Okay! Tell Chibi-chan hello for me, Hota-chan! Do you want me to drive?"

Hotaru stared.

Usagi's hair was not in its usual odango-bun-roll state, and while her offer was of the same hyperness with which she usually spoke, somehow her voice was more. . . dreamy. Shaking her head, Hotaru backed away from the door.

Waving a hand at her almost-naked dark-haired guardian and mama, she made a mad break for her room, crazily packing her things in a bag. With the way things were going. . .

*SLAM!*

"Oh, Setsuna, a-ah. .! Stop it, Hota-chan's got to be sent to Chibi-chan's. .!"

"Mmmm, yeah, that's right, huh? Well, Usa-ko, wait. . . Mmmm, can't wait myself, I've got to have you. .After this, bathroom, bathroom-"

*BLEEP!*

And Hotaru found herself standing at ChibiUsa's bedroom door as Setsuna waved her Time Staff and sent her on her merry way. Sighing in partway annoyance, Hotaru groaned as she face-slammed open the door and closed her eyes, walking forwards.

She knew ChibiUsa's room about as well as her own, and maybe even better than ChibiUsa herself, since she was the one who did most of the cleaning to save her best friend's butt in her spare time.

Yawning, the dark-haired girl took a big breath of air and fell forwards, knowing the soft plumpness of ChibiUsa's pink-blanketed bed would hit full in another two seconds.

Three. .

Two. .

One.

"Eeeek! Hotaru? Wh-What. .? But. . how..?"

Hotaru yelled out in shock, her eyes popping open. It was ChibiUsa's bed, but. . NOT ChibiUsa's bed that had hit her when she let herself fall forwards. It was nowhere near the familiar soft lumpiness of the small princess' bed at all, but it. . WAS, somehow.

What met her eyes made her gasp.

"Hotaru. .? Y-You've. . um. . well, WE'VE got a visitor."

Red eyes stared at her, the shock evident even among the dilated pupils and pink cheeks. The hair was the same, only a rumpled mess. ChibiUsa's soft curls plumped out, pink pointing everywhere and somehow all rumpled.

Everything was the same.

Kind of.

Hotaru backed away, stammering nervously as she got off of her best friend and crabwalking to the door. Or. . WAS she her best friend? Hotaru was so confused, this wasn't right, it was really wierd. . .

"Eh? Who is it, Chibi-koi?"

Hotaru gulped as she watched those same pink sheets ruffle, then a dark head pop out.

"E-Eh. .?"

Her own blurry eyes stared back at her, and then Hotaru about fainted. Out from under those same pink sheets, an older ChibiUsa and Hotaru stared back at her, the same shock and surprise on their faces.

What surprised her most, though, was that they. . them. . not. . her. .? were naked and hugging.

Hotaru grasped the doorknob and only managed to turn it halfway before she felt the old darkness consume her. This time, it was almost welcome.

A/N: . . . Wow. ! ^^ This'll be a nice side-plot! Again. Clarification will come up in the next chapter, and I hope you enjoyed this one. It was fun to write, if only for the wierd costume, Hotaru's visit to ChibiUsa, and Usagi's appearance herself. . Thanks for sticking with me here!