"Darling, I've missed you." Haruka's smile is wide and her eyes are smoldering as she grabs the suitcase in one hand, and Michiru's waist in the other. "I'm glad you liked my gift."

"We almost had to call the hospital on account of an epidemic of young girls swooning," the reporter teases, enjoying Haruka's firm grip on her.

"I hope you were one of them," Haruka replies, running a hand through the aqua hair and down Michiru's cheek.

"Do you really think I'm so easy to win over?" the smaller woman asks, raising her eyebrows to distract herself from her racing heart. Slipping out of Haruka's embrace, she starts to look around at her new weekend home. "Now aren't you going to give me a tour?"

"Oh, of course. Where are my manners?" Taking Michiru's hand into her own, Haruka leads her companion around the cottage. "Here is the living room. The kitchen - help yourself to anything you need. A guest room. The guest washroom. The Red Room of Pain -"

"What?" Michiru halts, staring into the relatively small room accented in brown and red tones.

Laughing, Haruka squeezes Michiru's hand and clarifies. "I'm just kidding, darling. It's just another guest room that I really wanted to paint over in red. It reminds me of some artwork I really enjoyed at the Tate Modern."

Michiru is not quite satisfied with that response, and steps into the room for a closer look. "Are you sure? Is there where you take your young playthings and tie them up to the ceiling?"

"Really, Michiru, what kind of depraved person do you think I am?" Haruka's eyes are smoldering again as she takes in the aqua girl's form-fitting polka dot dress. "I don't need a separate room just for that!" With that exclamation, the blonde guides Michiru out of the red room, and towards the master bedroom. "Now this is where I take my conquests."

"Ah, I see," the reporter whispers, admiring the spacious surroundings and luxurious bed. Feeling Haruka's lips on the back of her neck, Michiru sighs and makes no effort to resist. It is clear that the blonde knows what she's doing. "You know, Haruka, eventually I actually do need to get enough information from you to write a headline story..."

"Mmm, I haven't forgotten. I promise we'll get to that...soon," the tall woman assures, directing her visitor towards the bed. "For now, I just want you to feel welcome at my Island getaway..." Continuing her exploration of Michiru's neck, Haruka uses her hands to press down on the smaller girl's back, so that the aqua beauty has no choice but to brace herself against the bed. Reaching around to the front of the polka dot dress, Haruka uses her left hand to navigate from the throat downwards, causing Michiru to breath heavily. "You are the most gorgeous girl in the world. But you already know that, don't you?"

"Of course," Michiru sighs, lost in the feeling of Haruka's hands on her neck, her breasts, her stomach. "But I bet you tell every girl that." She feels Haruka tugging at the zipper on the back of her dress, and soon finds herself standing only in her bra and underwear. Michiru can't help but pant when she feels Haruka's mouth pressed against her back, her tongue marking patterns up and down the smaller woman's smooth skin.

"You're a mystery to me, Michiru", the blonde continues, letting her strong hands work their way up from Michiru's ankles. "On the one hand, you seem so sweet and innocent." Haruka takes the liberty of squeezing her companion's cheeks, then giving a sharp smack to the right side. "And yet I think you would give yourself over to just about anyone," the blonde guesses, pulling down the other girl's panties in one swift motion.

"Are you insinuating that I'm a slut?" Michiru asks, turning her head to look back at the woman who is currently driving her crazy with desire. She feels her bra slip away and Haruka's fingers tugging at her nipples, playing with them and making them harden. She moans and knows that as insulting as Haruka's words may be to her sense of honour, the blonde is not exactly wrong.

"Don't twist my words," the tall woman cautions, using her right hand to tease between Michiru's folds, feeling the heat there. "I'm just implying that you're a modern female. Liberated. Strong. Someone who knows what she wants."

Michiru gasps at the intrusion between her legs. "And what it is that I want right now?"

Haruka's fingers circle her companion's clit, alternating light touches with firm pressure. The smaller woman buckles, making the blonde smirk. "Isn't it obvious?" The teasing over for now, Haruka slides two fingers into the aqua-haired beauty, pulls them back, and repeats the process. Establishing a persistent rhythm, the room is soon filled with the sound of Michiru's moans as the blonde continues to assert her presence.

As the pace increases, Michiru feels herself tightening around Haruka's experienced fingers. She gasps again as she feels the blonde's tongue licking at her wetness, and feels her body release the tension in waves as she surrenders herself to the moment.

This is not how Michiru had imagined spending the first hour of her visit, and she knows that this means trouble.