(A/N: I wrote this back in early Dec. for my dear friend Moon Buny! Enjoy!)
The Wind and The Sea
Note: Hotaru is in college, so not living at home.
Usual Warnings!
WARNINGS: Mature content, swearing. (Not super descriptive, but will get somewhat more descriptive as you read...Implications/innuendos are definitely there).
Her wife's phone alarm sounded early.
6:30am was much too early for this Saturday.
The alarm was supposed to be quiet enough not to wake her, but that usually never happened.
Michiru curled tighter in Haruka's arms, snuggling into the soft silk pj's she wore, before letting her out of bed. Michiru was off this weekend after a performance last night.
Hearing Haruka expel a soft, sighing hum of contentedness, before she actually moved with a soft "I have to shower."
Michiru let her go, her eyes never opening, as she felt Haruka place a kiss to the top of her head.
She would have softly protested, even maybe commented at not being invited to join her, but it was a race day.
Haruka had her routine.
She would usually shower, and bring a cup of tea back to bed for both of them, staying another hour afterwards before leaving the house. Her race was at 1 and Haruka insisted being at the track by 9 most race days, even if officially she didn't have to be there until 9:30 to check the car once over, make sure the engin was working, the gas tank was full, all the wheels were rotated, adjusted, had no holes, and that she had enough spares during changes at pit stops. It was also to make any last minute adjustments or even minor repairs.
Today was a bigger race than the usual, and Michiru thought she remembered Haruka saying she was going in at 8:30. Haruka didn't want to be late (in her own mind).
Michiru smiled as she peeked her eyes open to see Haruka's long strides away towards the bathroom.
Haruka had returned to bed with tea, about half an hour later. With her racing outfit and helmet already in her car, she was dressed in a button down polo and comfortable pants. Michiru was already sitting up, reading a book.
"Ready for your race?" Michiru asked, placing her book in her lap.
"I am. What are you plans for the day?"
"Take the morning to myself, see your race, then I'm not sure. What do you want to do after your race?"
Haruka chuckled. "I don't know. Maybe keeping going around the track. I'm usually antsy afterwards rather than before, which I think is a good thing."
Michiru stared into her tea ever so briefly. Haruka had a late martial arts competition last night, so by the time they both got home they were exhausted and simply fell asleep.
While the two of them could never be considered distant, their schedules lately were rarely synching up. And Haruka usually chose to let out her anxiety away from Michiru. (It wasn't anything bad, and even though Michiru knew everything about her, it was just the way Haruka was. Private. Michiru also supposed it was a way to protect both her and Haruk's own vulnerabilities, even if Michiru has seen that side of her before).
Haruka grabbed the remote, turning on the television; her usual pre-race distraction. Michru took her book back into her hands.
7am turned into 8am, and Michiru knew Haruka was going to leave soon.
She put her book down, as with Haruka were both long done with their tea. She watched as Haruka mindlessly stared at the channels in front of her, but actually started to pay attention to the imported "Say Yes To The Dress."
Michru thought better of giggling.
It was one of Haruka's secret guilty pleasures. How she secretly loved wedding dress shows.
They had been married for years, and it was Haruka who insisted that Michiru wear a dress.
Granted, for as long as she has known and been with Haruka, Michiru knew what kind of dress Haruka would like, with what she, herself personally wanted in a dress.
Michiru smiled widely, with a slight blush as she remembered Haruka's awed look, and was silently smoldering with desire though the vows.
Their wedding night was something Michriru would never forget, considering earlier in the night, Haruka displayed more patience than she'd ever been faced with before as the reception progressed.
Michru grabbed the remote and turned off the television.
"Hey! I was watching that. I wanted to see what dress she was gonna-" Haruka was cut off by a passionate kiss from Michiru.
"Michiru...I love this, I do. I've missed you. But can it wait?"
Michiru remained silent but continued to places kisses to her face.
Haruka couldn't help but smile at Michru's affection, and held her waist securely as Michiru fluidly moved her body weight over Haruka.
Haruka's alarm sounded again; 8:15. Michiru groaned deeply in annoyance, as she let Haruka turn it off, before snatching it from her hands, (unbenkownst to Haruka, turning of all alarms), and putting the phone on silent, and tossing it way out of her reach to the floor.
"Michi-...Is this you telling me what you might want to do tonight?"
"Nope. Right now."
"Now? Love, I have to...Michiru…" Haruka moaned, as Michiru kissed her favorite spot on her neck.
"Stay." Michiru purred, caressing her jaw with her index finger.
"I'm gonna be...Michiru!" Haruka trailed of, before laughing in surprise as she heard Michiru whisper in her ear.
Michiru pulled back, her own sensual and desired look in her eyes.
"There's more to that, you know, if you're interested."
"Oh, I'm interested all right. I just can't--Michi…" Haruka's body shuddered, as the expert violinist unbuttoned Haruka's shirt, as she kissed around her neck and soon felt Michiru's hands over her sports bra.
"I'm gonna be late. I can't-Michiru!" Haruka gasped, as her wife unabashedly lifted up the front of her sports bra and kissed.
"You can't stay for a few more minutes?" Briefly pausing in her movements.
"If I do, I'm may not go in at all…That's not a valid excuse for missing work."
"Mental health day."
Haruka laughed. "I love your logic, truly I do…And I would more than love to stay and continue this. But I really gotta go."
Michiru sat up, but made no move to leave her position. To be honest, Haruka didn't sit up herself, having slid to laying on her back, losing her not-so-strong (or not really there) attempt to maintain her resolve.
Haruka then closed her eyes as she felt the knuckles of both Michiru's hands caress her face, and half groaned, half moaned as her knuckles trailed down her body, trickling down to her hips.
"Michiru…" Haruka's tone was half serious, but also half derious. She was losing and both knew it.
"Five more minutes. Surely with the way you drive, you'll get to work...Though I won't need to wait that long."
Haruka squeaked in surprise as Michru's fingers caressed softly and fast over Haruka's pants.
"Five more minutes?" Haruka asked, clearly attempting to calculate how long she could stay beofre she would be la legitimately late to work rather than just feeling like it.
It was only 8:25 maybe, right? What time did she have to be in again? By 9 to be on the safe side? She did have multiple alarms set.
Michru knew she had Haruka's approval. Usually as soon as Haruka began to even consider staying, it was never a no. Besides, if, in the rare case that Haruka did deny her, Michiru would have already been moved.
Michiru smiled in victory as Haruka screamed her name deeply and loudly in pleasure, as her body jerked forward, when Michiru's hands suddenly dove under the layers that technically still separated them.
Haruka grabbed Michiru's face to bring towards her in a deep, moaned-filled kiss, as Michiru's hands caressed her.
Haruka tried to respond with words to what Michiru was mischievously and suggestively whispering the ear, simultaneously making Haruka blush deeply (another 'behind-closed-doors' privilege that only Michiru was privy to). But Haruka couldn't concentrate because of what she was feeling to her lower extremities. All she could reply with were shouts of her wife's name, as she was rendered breathless.
It felt almost cruel as Michiru ever so slowly removed her hands. Haruka supposed it would have been worse if it were fast instead.
Michiru peered down, well satisfied at the almost peacefully exhausted look on Haruka's face.
Late or not, Haruka wanted to ask if Michiru would have liked the same feelings, but she couldn't concentrate enough to actually speak the words.
They both startled as Michiru's phone rang, jolting them both out of their own little world.
"Fucking phones!" Michiru growled, as Haruka grabbed it, without looking at the time.
"Kaiou-Tenoh, Michiru's phone. This is Haruka."
"Haruka, are you okay? It's (race coworker). We've been trying to call you on your cell, but no one picked up. You're late. You're never late. We thought something was wrong."
"What? What time is it?" Haruka looked around frantically for a clock, but didn't find one, as she listened to her coworker. "It's 10."
"10!? How? I'll be there in 15. I'm so sorry. Thanks for checking in. I...don't even know what happened." Haruka refrained from sending Michiru a look, but did softly untangle them, even though they were still very much clothed.
"It's okay. There's a first time for everything. See you soon."
Haruka hung up, set the phone on the bedside table and sighed.
10am? That was impossible!
She kissed Michiru's lips. "Thanks love. But I am so late."
Michiru merely smiled, completely unapologetic. "Think of this as a pre-race warmup."
"Michiru!"
"Or maybe just a pregame amenity...Just wait for the winner's circle later on...I'll be sure to have you tread a whole new set of waves…."
"Michi!" Haruka's mouth dropped, her face turning another deep red.
Michiru laughed hysterically, before telling Haruka to go.
"Best 'five minutes' ever." Michiru commented aloud to herself, smiling almost wickedly at her success.
Tumblr Prompts: (I'd give credit, but I forgot where I got it from. Sorry!)
A. Makes the other late for work because 5 minutes of cuddles is NEEDED
B. Talks Dirty
(A/N: Please Review! ~JE~)