A/N: *grin* A bad response, a good response, all twisted, meshed, coupled together and suddenly an idea hits me. SPOILER: OW! XD It's all sour flyin' through the air. LEMONS! XD . . . You got a hint from that. *laughs* SO! Hope the next chapter holds up to unsaid promise of mine. *grin*
DISCLAIMER: There are people out there who claim Sailor Moon as theirs, but I certainly ain't one of them 'cause I know and believe all the hard work put into making the show and manga belongs to the one who created it, the awesome *drumroll* Naoko Takeuchi! XD XD XD
Raising Pie: Face Plant, Baby: Sugar, Pies, and Lemon 'n Limes
"Uranus, DUCK!"
Haruka glanced out of the corner of her eye, the blond's concentration riveted on the oddly mesmerising sight in front of her. A blur of yellow movement, and the racer let out a forced exhalation when Michiru's body tackled hers to the ground, an interesting platter of food circling dangerously above them. Cushioning her partner's fall with her body, Haruka quickly helped her love to her feet and appreciated the knowing smile Michiru gave her before the Senshi of Wind whirled and shot a World Shaking towards the one annoying youma whose face was pinched up like a bull dog's during a starvation period.
Making sure Michiru was okay, Haruka raced over to the tallest of the Inner Senshi, taking the time to give Makoto Kino a gentle clap on the shoulder. Green eyes shot a challenging smirk at her, and Haruka nodded as they both threw their attacks, the bolts of lightning swirling in and out the large ball of golden power as it headed towards the cackling youma.
The two senshi bunched themselves together when a large ball of ice sailing on the deepest of waters hit the youma at the exact same time on the other side, and the whole collision contracted in on itself in an extra burst of smoke and dry ice. Lunging away from the harmful winds of the youma's poisoned liquids it was spitting out, Haruka and Makoto nodded at each other from across the parking lot and ran towards their friends, recruiting the group and making a plan.
"We can't take it head-on because it's toxic and poison, even to us."
Rei's dark eyes flashed as the miko threw a practice taisan at the ball of struggle the youma was, encased temporarily in the icy cold-hot sparkles of combined attacks. The rigid piece of paper was ripped and shredded feet before it reached the youma, and Rei scowled, trying to think of how they could get rid of the weak but insistently annoying youma.
"Look at it spewing all that gunk out of its body."
Minako's comment brought a few glances towards the pop-idol, but it really wasn't as bad as some of the other things she could have said. With the Senshi of Love, one never knew. Then she went on, examining her fingernails as if it were a day at the mall and not a day at the parking lot battling for the future sake of earth and countless lives whom so many didn't know but depended on the senshi.
"I wonder how it tastes, all yellow and pumping stuff like that."
Sputtering, Rei shook her head and turned a nasty shade of yellow herself. Ami shifted a bit, her small form settled next to Makoto's on top of a liquid-blue KIA, and the genius tapped a couple more keys before looking up and examining the youma's thrashing sillhouette with an intensity usually reserved for doctors and the high court of healers when attempting to heal their patients. Makoto shifted next to Ami, and suddenly the blue-haired girl turned to her tall girlfriend and grinned in triumph.
"Mako-chan, how do you get out lemon stains?"
On instinct, the brunette's experience with long-standing cleaning kicked in.
"How long has the stain been there? Also, what's it in, and has anyone stepped on it in the past few days? You've also got to take in the possibility that it's-"
Ami grinned over at the rest of the senshi's amused looks at the tall brunette, then turned back to Makoto. Placing a gentle hand on the taller woman's arm, Ami effectively cut off the self-asked monologue Makoto had going.
"This youma is made up of rotten lemons and everything it does and is, even its attacks, are based off of the citrus acid it's got boiling up inside. So, Mako-chan, you're the greatest cook and cleaner in the whole world- what would you do in a case like this?"
Green eyes crackled in determination, and the brunette glared long and hard at the youma still encased in the tornado of attacks still ravaging the body inside of it. Finally, Makoto nodded. Green fuku swirled around the Senshi of Lightning as Makoto moved over to a curious miko. Taking Rei's shoulders in her hand, the brunette directed the dark-haired woman to stand right before the ball of chaos. Michiru and Ami were placed right to the left and right of her, and Makoto nodded, seriousness etched into her face. Gesturing at Haruka and Minako to go with her, the brunette ran to the opposite field of the parking lot. Thunder and lightning crackled in the distance, and Makoto told them to attack when the youma burst out. That would be in due time, but by then, hopefully Usagi would be present.
Almost on cue, the blonde skidded out from behind the trunk of a looming monster truck and struck a pose, fingers bent and legs spread as she shouted her speech. A dark portal loomed behind her, and Setsuna stepped out, calmly placing a hand to the bunny rabbit's shoulder and smiling down at the shorter woman. Taking up their own positions, they all waited for the signal.
Seeing the youma burst out of its wrapping in a bang of rainbow lights, Makoto yelled, her hand raised and summoning lightning.
"Let's make some lemon pie!.!.!.!"
". . . HOW did we get into this mess again?"
"Oh, c'mon, Ruka, it's Hotaru's last year of being a kid before high school and they get to do a donation raise for the school board so the kids will have more to work with next year."
Haruka threw a suspicious glance at the calm Setsuna, the green-haired woman hiding her small smile behind a delicate sip of her tea.
"If I had free reign to say, I'd think Sets-chan here knew about this and is taking the liberty to remind us all of how bad that youma was to us yesterday."
It was true.
Makoto's plan had indeed worked, but only after the snarling beast had been imploded with fire, doused with water, sizzled on the pavement with the Lightning Senshi's attack, and STILL it hadn't done a thing but howl and mourn until all the Outers and Inners aided Usagi's Moon Cosmic Power with their own attacks. It was almost comical, yet in the end they'd decided it would have gone faster if they'd ran to the store and bought some detergent or something stronger. Shaking her head, the racer munched on her morning toast.
"So we got stuck with having to run a pie raise, eh?"
Haruka smiled as Michiru's head bobbed in an elegant tossing of aqua-marine blue.
"And it was JUST our good luck that the school just had some pumpkins delivered for the kids for Halloween carving but they just arrived now, and as lemons which the school doesn't need?"
Again a nodding of Michiru's head. The violinist sipped on her own tea and nudged the racer's foot.
"We should be glad the others are helping us out. We're doing it in the Crown, after all, and there's sure to be a lot of people there. It IS the weekend, and Andrew said the Crown was having its thirty-seventh anniversary to celebrate and lots of free drinks to go with ordered food is sure to be a big hit with the kids."
Nodding at her lover, Haruka perked up beside the two other Outer Senshi and let out the most mischievous grin, her green eyes sparkling. Gesturing to Setsuna, the racer let out a low chuckle.
"We could always have Sets here dress up in a Space Witch costume and we could decorate the Crown with some theme and have everyone come in with an unusual costume. I mean, it IS nearing Halloween, and a costume party is just what some people need sometimes. It would attract more attention, and the Crown's popularity would go up!"
"Actually. . ."
Haruka and Michiru turned towards a thoughtful Setsuna, watching as the Time Wielder munched on a piece of toast and drew herself up an appropriate amount of cereal in a bowl. Ever since meeting Usagi, the dark-haired woman had come to terms that there was food out there just waiting to be discovered and shared, and Setsuna had never been one to be afraid of tackling a somewhat sinful, delicious challenge.
"Mmmn. Excuse me." Setsuna wiped a few crumbs off her lips and leaned forwards, gesturing to the two. Garnet eyes gleamed, and Haruka glanced towards Michiru when Setsuna smiled at the aqua-haired woman.
"Due to the fact that next year there will be a large. . . complication. . . I need you two to join me in getting rid of a certain youma in the future that would give us trouble now. Since this is directly connecting to a youma we've destroyed before, this isn't going against any kind of regulations I'm under as a fellow senshi by telling you this. It's just that this youma would drain us of our energy without us noticing, and then ambushing us in the future. So, it's better to get rid of it now than then."
Nodding, Haruka ate the last of her breakfast and favored Michiru with a soft kiss before racing upstairs to get out of her pajamas and dressed. It wouldn't do to take a time trip in her cutesy-wutesy fairy boxers.
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Haruka felt the change in the air as soon as the portal shifted them from one dimension to the next. It was a familiar foul stench, and the racer reeled from the tainted smell.
They followed Setsuna's lead, letting the dark-haired woman guide them into the unknown of the back alleys. With every step the stench got stronger, and after a minute of picking their way among the rotten lemons scattered all over the ground, racer and violinist stopped, their eyes wide in realization. Haruka and Michiru faced the calendar, and on it read the year March 6th, 2013.
"Wow. World's best joke. We're gonna die by lemons."
"World's second-best joke: My birthday is also going to be my death. Ha, ha, what a jokester."
Setsuna rolled her eyes ahead of them and grinned, the action hidden by the horrid lemon-spiced carbon dioxide floating in the air, a yellowish cloud of fog. Turning, she tugged on her housemate's hands and shifted them from one room to another, the air smelling worse and worse with each and every room.
"Sets, if you keep doing this, we'll be dead by the time we get to this youma!"
Haruka's eyes watered as the sting of rotten lemon and lime swiped across her closed eyelids, and she imagined herself being slowly poisoned over the years with this. Ugh. Losing her patience, racer drew her hand up in a tight fist and slammed it down with her planet's blazing ball of yellow power. Destruction ripped through the floor and through the house, and Haruka felt Michiru holding onto her as she flew backwards from the force of the blast. Setsuna was calmly holding her staff in hand, the tip of it embedded into the chest of the Lemon Youma that had given them so much trouble that morning from the past.
It was wailing, the citrus flowing from its drooping rotten eyes as Setsuna whispered a fatal, "Dead Scream" and the dark attack swooped down into a deadly curve and crushed the youma to lemon pie.
Almost instantly, it seemed, the world vanished with a white-hot pulse, and Haruka felt herself falling. Instinctively she curled into the familiar warmth of Michiru beside her as softness enveloped her, and the blond twisted so she was lying above her grinning mate. All around them, the glint of gold sparkled, and as Haruka glanced around, she noted that even the soft bed they were on was covered with silken gold sheets. A calendar was mounted on the shining gold pedestal above them, and both senshi recognized the neat slash of Setsuna's handwriting as well as the mischievous circle of the date, March 6th, 2013.
And so the danger has passed. Enjoy this blessed day, and Michiru, Haruka, thank you for being my wonderful friends as well as dearest housemates. PS: There's a dragon skulking about- it has been one of Michiru's most-recent fantasies for you to be her Knight in Shining Plaid Boxers- sans golden, your favorite color, Haruka. Don't worry. It's another youma you can easily get rid of without any help.
Grinning down wickedly at her love, Haruka growled and buried her face into the sweet crook of Michiru's neck. The pulse there was set to a hard, excited pace, and the racer gently licked the lobe of the aqua-haired woman's ear and ground herself into the soft body below her.
"You confide with Sets of your fantasies? I'm. . . hurt. Aching, really."
That melodic voice giggled below her, and Haruka sighed drastically, pulling away and placing her hand to her heart as she eyed Michiru with a hurt pout. Knowing the violinist couldn't resist, Haruka slowly rose and forced her body to go at a snail's pace as she sauntered over to the golden calendar and the plaid boxers paired with them sitting on the mantlepiece. Throwing a searing hot glance back at her love, racer wiggled her eyebrows and hips as she seductively shimmied out of her pants. They'd transformed out of their senshi uniforms and back to the civilian clothes they'd worn.
"I'm sure you can't be aching as much as me. . . I've missed you."
Letting out a soft chuckle, Haruka slung the golden boxers like a towel around her neck and posed, still clad in her white polo shirt without any bottoms. Michiru's gaze was like a feral touch, hot and searing across the tall racer's half-dressed form. The violinist licked her lips and Haruka knew she could have died right then and there.
But not before worshipping her love.
Especially on her most precious soulmate's birthday.
Speaking of which. . .
"You've just had me last night."
"Mmmmnn, but that was back in July, almost nine months ago. Please, Ruka. . ."
A soft smile, and instantly Haruka was in Michiru's arms, gently unwrapping her love much like she would a present. Gone was the soft blue blouse that brought out her love's eyes, revealing the most mouth-watering set of black lace underwear Haruka had seen on her mate. Taking a moment to lave the undersides of the thick material where the wire molded to Michiru's breasts, Haruka reverently ran her hands over the full swell of her mate's hips.
"I would give you everything and more, Michi, you don't need to beg. I love you, always know that."
Michiru groaned deep in her chest as Haruka's hands delved lower and into the waistband of her long skirt. The sound of the zipper giving way with a single rasp led to the entry of a loving hand, and Michiru shrieked as Haruka hiked her up and laid her lovingly against the headboard.
"Watch me change?"
Wind-swirling eyes gazed deep into her soul, and Michiru swallowed as Haruka's body took on a teasing withdrawal, the distance between them giving her more room to watch. Sensing the racer's body heat retreat too far, Michiru smiled as she recalled a rather heated discussion with the Time Guardian and discretely reached under the plump pillows. Ahh, it was there. Drawing the black tie from around the lower end of the bedpost, Michiru expertly lassoed it around Haruka's neck and smiled as the silken material slid snug against the racer's collarbone.
It was loose enough to pull on, and Haruka willingly came to her, that green gaze such a whirlwind of fire.
"You're beautiful, Ruka."
There was a proud tilt of chin, and blond grinned before leaning forwards and lovingly melting Michiru's lips with her own. Breaths mingled, mixed, and both pulled away, straining to reign in their desires before rushing into each other's arms. They had the whole night.
"I'm yours."
Purring in agreement, Michiru eyed her love's splayed legs and gave a mischievous smile.
"Let me help?"
A roll of hips, and violinist had racer all to herself as Haruka draped her legs over Michiru's thighs and snuggled in. Lovingly placing her hands into Haruka's boxers, Michiru gently teased the heated wet flesh and smiled as Haruka shuddered, blond whispering words of love into her shoulder. Running her fingertips over and around Haruka's centre, violinist circled like a hawk and dipped in for a lazy dive. Haruka's hips jerked, and Michiru kissed the throbbing pulsepoint of her mate as her fingers withdrew, drawing wet circles on the shivering thighs.
Taking mercy, the aqua-haired woman hooked her fingers into the waistband of Haruka's boxers and pulled, pinching flesh as she eased off the soft material. Giving a soft groan, Haruka worked her hands into Michiru's hair and sighed happily as she leaned forwards and nuzzled her love's cheek. Bringing her hands down to massage the taut muscles in Michiru's shoulders, racer set an imprinting burn to her touch and skillfully applied her fingers to the pliant flesh.
Already the violinist was a shaking figure of delicious jelly under her touch, and Haruka grinned as she grinded into the firm pelvic bone below and added a sinful wet torture. Michiru gasped when Haruka angled off of her a bit and blew a chilly breath towards their merged bodies. Her nipples hardened at once from the teasing cold, and Michiru squealed when Haruka wiggled forwards and molded their fronts into one and covered her with the racer's body heat. Already Haruka's patient massage had eased its way down to the break in Michiru's back where the line of her spine met her firm upper butt muscles, and Haruka kneaded forcefully, causing a pleasured whimper from the birthday girl.
"You know, I love it when you're in your birthday suit."
Michiru mewled, her eyes screwing shut as Haruka carressed her bottom, knowing fingers easing into the tight crevice of her booty. It was treasure, and the blond circled her fingers there, playfully canting her hips into Michiru's belly and letting all the hot moisture of her arousal burn into the aqua-haired woman's stomach mucles and slide down. Haruka kissed Michiru, her tongue coming out to play, and Michiru whimpered when she felt herself being rolled over, the golden headboard falling away and leaving herself exposed to her mate's fingers as they delved into her flood of arousal and her body tightened as she felt herself being penetrated.
"Ruka. .!"
Impaling herself on the strong fingers, Michiru slammed down and cried out when Haruka encircled an arm about her waist as firmly guided her down, straight into the stroking feel of her love's carress. Opening her eyes, Michiru almost screamed when she glanced over Haruka's shoulder and spotted gleaming black eyes staring dead straight at her.
Dragon.
"Space Sword!.!.!"
Haruka's snarl reverberated through her chest down to her wrist, and Michiru sobbed when her love transformed and the hot 'schlick' of fingers became a cold penetration of glove that was quickly lubricated by her juices. Nonetheless, the youma was sufficiently taken care of.
Yet those eyes stayed inside her, and Michiru couldn't think, couldn't see straight, loved the feel of Haruka inside her, but those eyes, those eyes. . .
There was a need there, and Michiru felt it just like she felt the approaching tidal wave of her orgasm.
"RUKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!.!.!"
Exploding, Michiru clutched at the black tie bunched in a furl of coarse material in her fist, and violinist scratched at the sheets around her as she humped down again and again, Haruka inside of her and around her, holding her, kissing her, becoming one with her. . .
"Michi, I love you, honey. Happy birthday, sweet."
Sighing in satisfaction, Michiru opened her eyes and grinned down at the blond underneath her. Haruka grinned right back and flexed her fingers, enjoying the pleasure rushing across the aqua-haired woman's features and the tight heat around her fingers.
"I'd say this is the wierdest birthday I've ever had."
"We've got our wonderful Sets to thank for that. Still- ouch!"
Instantly concerned, Michiru leaned forwards and gently kissed Haruka, feeling her love's surprise and annoyance at the slight pinch at her shoulderblades through their spiritual connection. Running her hands over her love's back, Michiru was aware of Haruka's fingers still inside her as she pulled the object from the bed's headboard and inhaled sharply as a jolt of pleasure rolled through her like raindrops hitting the ocean's surface during a rainstorm.
"It's. . . a. . ."
Michiru shuddered as Haruka took the object from her and sat up, whimpering as the blond's fingers brushed her own across the hardened piece of shaft and racer gently pulled out from her centre to better balance herself.
"I think it's the dragon's horn."
There was a noticeable husk to Haruka's voice, and Michiru felt her breath quicken as those eyes turned towards her and captured her soul once again. Looking at the shaft in Haruka's hand, Michiru noted its perfect size for human mating; the spiral-cork pattern on the sides, ridges flared to accomodate ramming of a headbutt when on an actual dragon, and an odd flexibility to the base of the shaft. Thankfully it seemed Haruka had clipped the end of the horn with her Space Sword, and that left a perfect flared end for pleasurable penetration.
Interestingly, where the end had been clipped there was a slight hole, and Michiru's eyes widened along with Haruka's when they saw a bead of liquid coming out from the tip.
"Is it wierd that this is reminding me of ivory from an elephant's tusks?"
Humans.
Startled, the two jumped and looked around. The voice was somehow INSIDE of their minds, echoing through and speaking to them both. It was a deep timbre, but somehow Haruka and Michiru knew the speaker was female, and a seductive one at that.
That is the essence of which I call the other half of my soul, my mate. In that horn, contains my memories, my life's knowledge, my truth. In freeing me from the hold of the youma, you've freed my soul. I give you my horn for your coupling; I thank you, truthfully.
And the presence was gone.
Eyes wide, Haruka and Michiru stared at each other, then at the swirling object seemingly glowing a pulsing gold in the racer's hand. Suddenly, Haruka groaned, and blond drew Michiru's hand to hers and held it up to their chests. It seemed as if their hearts trembled, sang, and then burst into song, and both senshi screamed as their spiritual connection pushed them over into pleasurable orgasm, their souls intertwining in the fire-hot heat of a raging tsunami.
Crying out to their soulmate, Haruka and Michiru fell back onto the bed and into a deeply satisfying sleep.
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"Harder."
Haruka roared as her body trembled, and she felt overtaken by pleasure as the fire of love coursed through her and outwards from her sex. Reaching out, Haruka grasped the unforgiving rock and slammed her body into the stone wall before her. It didn't matter her love wasn't there physically; Haruka could hear Michiru, and her mate's request was for her to be there, for her to love her, and love her she would.
Spreading her wings, Haruka took off into the night sky.
It was a full moon that night, and as her keen dragon senses came to life, spotting each and every miniscule animal and plant that ever roamed the earth, Haruka knew that all she had to do now was find her soulmate.
The moon's encouraging smile let Haruka know it would lead her to Michiru.
"I'm coming, love."
Michiru thrashed around on the surface of the lake, and the lukewarm water rushed over her scales and connected her to the Mother Ocean while at the same time exposing her to the Sky King. Her mate was above her, Michiru could sense it. Closer, closer, she could feel the ache in her sex start to pulse, and it was all she could do not to writhe around in pleasurable torture.
Haruka came for her, and the memory of her soulmate being there for her had Michiru breaking into a million pieces. Suddenly, Haruka was there, and Michiru turned, staring at those gorgeous green eyes, and she'd finally found her soul. . .
"Happy birthday, love."
Michiru cried out as she grasped at the golden boxers of Haruka. She was spread on her back on the very edge of the high bed, and it was the perfect height for the blond to lean forwards from standing on the golden carpet of the dragon's regal cave and press her knees into the soft golden mattress as Michiru was being penetrated. Attached to Haruka's hips was the golden belt of the boxers, and at the very base of the horn Haruka had let down her Space Sword's hilt. The blade had been willed away, and Michiru exhaled in a pleasurable sigh when Haruka pressed deep and the sacred weapon inched its way into her back entrance.
A spiraling thrust, and Michiru arched her back as Haruka leaned down and in and covered her body into an embrace. Lovingly kissing those sweet lips, Haruka hugged Michiru to her and whispered her love, gradually increasing her thrusts when her aqua-haired mate shuddered and wrapped her legs around her back and thighs.
Tugging on the tie, Michiru pulled Haruka down and nipped at the delicious hard-tipped breasts swaying above her and proudly claimed those delicious nipples as hers, raking her teeth over the nubs and leaving her own claiming stamp.
No one would get to enjoy her soulmate as she did, Michiru vowed.
No one.
Even as that fire started to coil deep within her, her body coming apart into millions of soul-shattering pieces, Michiru gave her heart and soul to the one above her, loving her, being with her.
Haruka smiled, the slow thrust of her hips gently rolling Michiru's body deeper into the sea of pleasure. The racer knew what her love was thinking, and was in turn claiming Michiru in a way no other could, would, ever. Michiru was hers to love, hers to cherish, and forevermore, her soulmate's birthday would be spent with Haruka making sure Michiru was happy, satiated, content, and loved.
The thought made them smile as they came, again and again, knowing tomorrow was a day the past would bring, and knowing that no matter what, they'd enjoy it, together.
Their nights made them one, their loving unhurried and full, and as the moon slowly faded in the sky, its watchful gaze a happy rabbit's best romance, Haruka and Michiru lay, tucked between them still a momento of birthday's future and love.
"Wake up call, caught'cha in the mornin', sleepin' late under the covers in bed. . ."
*SPLAT!.!*
"We all care about you's in the morn, So much that ya gotta get u~up-"
"I DON'T THINK SO!.!.!"
Morning came, and the Senshi of Wind and Sea found themselves in a bed full of Hotaru Tomoe pieing them in the face with lemons 'n' limes.
The Senshi of Time and Moon Princess got royal treatment- theirs constituted of ChibiUsa jumping on them and giving them a full body wash of lemons 'n' limes pie.
It didn't stop Michiru and Usagi from licking off their respected soulmate's bodies, though, also paying tribute to the parody of 'Wake Up Call' their daughters had come up with.
It was the morning of the Pie Raise.
A/N: . . . XD It's been a WHIIIIILE, and I do think the Omake and lemon scenes were. . . sort of a third-person-lookin'-in? *wince* Ahhh, I do hope the next update will come sooner, but due to it being MICHIRU KAIOH'S B-DAY, I wanna say a nice happity hippity hoppity b-day to her. *grin* Maybe there'll be a time where *beep beep* and *censored censored* happen, eh? *laughs* Anyway, everyone, thank you for the feedback and I'm real sorry this was rushed- it happens, and I tried my best under the circumstances. *grin* Next chapter- I'll work on it. Promise. *runs away laughing 'cause promises ain't as promises does* XD Take care, jaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ^^