Title: Hot and Bothered
Summary: Michiru attends a racing winner's after party for the first time, she doesn't regret it one bit.
Rated M
Being rich and famous, opened a lot of doors, but it was a first even for her, to attend a racing winner's after party in Monte Carlo, Monaco. She was in Vienna for a concert when her manager informed her that she was requested to perform for the upcoming Formula 1 spectacle that was happening each year in Monaco, she was of course given VIP tickets for the race, and an invitation to a party from the winner of the race. Michiru didn't know much about racing, but she knew that Formula 1 was the pinnacle of motorsports, it was not so much the racing that didn't interest her, but quite frankly the fact that there was barely any woman in sight, who participated.
Men didn't interest her, neither socially, nor romantically, she couldn't care less if men went extinct, edgy she knew, but that's who she was, never cared for men, never needed any man in her life, not even her father. She surrounded herself with powerful lineage of women, from her family, to business, to those who occupied the other side of her bed. Since she was young, she knew that only women caught her eye, her first crush came early on when the private school she attended hired a foreigner to be an English assistant teacher, she was tall, her skin was dark, and her ebony black hair styled in braids that Michiru has never seen before. When she grew into a teenager, a new girl came to her class, Elsa Gray, her parents were not Japanese, but she had grown up in Japan, and she was an athlete, Elsa became her first love, they lasted until she left to go study in America, and Michiru went to France to study music. They remained friends, with occasional benefit, when they met somewhere in the world. After Elsa many women shared her bed, fellow musicians from the orchestras she performed in, or super Models from the charity Galas she attended, or others who were famous enough to be in the same circles as her, but no one had measured up to Elsa as of yet. But that was about to change.
To her surprise, the Formula 1 race turned out to be intriguing, as the winner of the race was in fact a woman, one of the very few that had made it into the sport, and not only that, she was Japanese! A very unexpected but otherwise extremely welcome turn of events. The woman was tall, and she had such an air, that screamed confidence. She was a pretty face too, with her platinum short hair, and Michiru would love to have her in her bed later that night, if the woman was swinging that way.
She wandered how the woman would look in normal clothes, and it was only few hours that separated her from finding out, at the party.
The party started at 9:00 pm on a yacht in YMC marina, when Michiru arrived she noticed the plethora of super models in bikinis drinking champaign, and men in suits, some of the obviously security guards on the job, but many from the winning team. She looked around she got herself a glass of champaign, made eyes with a woman or two, and danced with a really pretty model who was at least 10 centimeters taller than her. And then she noticed her, the racer, clad in a scantily short leather black skirt, with a slit on one thigh, her legs were majestic, toned, strong and tall, she already imagined them circling around her waist, the stilettos she had on making her even taller. A leather crop top that left nothing to the imagination, and showed off her abs, completed the outfit. When Michiru, who was obviously checking the racer out, shamelessly, raised her gaze, she was met with eyes looking back at her. She saw the woman averting her eyes for a moment to the man who was next to her, as she excused herself. Michiru was still in a daze, when the racer walked towards her in record time and spoke to her.
"Miss Kaioh!" Michiru looked at the woman for a moment and smiled,
"You can talk to me in Japanese, Tenoh san," her reply in her mother tongue.
"You know me?" Michiru giggled elegantly with a hand in front of her mouth at the response.
"You are the winner of the race, are you not, Tenoh san?"
"That I am, but having you perform for us this weekend, had a part to play in my win today, so thank you for coming, Kaioh san"
"Maa!" Michiru giggled again,
"I guess you owe me then, Tenoh san," she said playfully,
"Oh!" the racer seemed in distress, as she hadn't thought of that at all.
"You can pay me back, with a dance or two," Michiru flirted, and stepped closer to the other woman. If Michiru's intuition was correct, the racer might respond positively to her request.
"Gladly" was the only response along with an offered hand. Michiru took it and they went into the dancing crowd. One dance became two, as they came closer and closer each time. Now at the fifth song they were so close Michiru could feel the other woman's breath on her skin, she looked at her lips, she really wanted to kiss this woman,
"You are very attractive, Tenoh san..." she whispered into the racer's ear.
"Haruka…"
"Eeh?"
"Call me Haruka, if you are going to make such statements, then call me Haruka…" she breathed, and shivered when Michiru looked her in the eyes.
"I really want to kiss you, Haruka" the name rolled so well on her tongue. It got Haruka off guard and she blushed.
"Would it be okay if I kissed you?" Michiru asked, and Haruka nodded her head, still blushing, she had been with women before, but all of them had expected Haruka to make the bold moves and suggestion, just because she broke gender norms with her career, her lovers implied that she would act like how men were expected to act, in a situation like this. And more times than not she did took the first step. She knew she was hot, and her confidence helped a lot, but Haruka was not just that, she was also shy, and sentimental, and quite the hopeless romantic, and she wanted to be treated the way girls wanted to be treated in this kind of situation, being the one on the receiving end of such bold expressions of erotism. The woman in front of her knew what she wanted and that excited Haruka, so she nodded her head and soon soft lips, were kissing hers, while she could feel a hand tracing paths on her thigh.
Michiru deepened the kiss, and a little moan escaped Haruka's lips, as her body jerked up at the sensations. They ended the kiss, moments later,
"I know it's your party, but what would you say we celebrate somewhere more private…" the implications clear as day.
"We could go to my room, if you would like that…" Haruka breathed, already hot between her legs.
"You own the yacht?" Michiru asked intrigued.
"Nah, the team booked it for me, for the party, so for the night I do have a room downstairs"
"Let's go then, I'm eager to show you my way of celebrating your win."
Haruka had nodded to a security to guard the door to her room. When inside, Michiru kissed her again hard, and pushed Haruka slowly and gradually to the bed, she climbed above her, a knee already in between the racer's legs, her mini leather skirt raised all up to reveal a lace thong. Michiru bit her bottom lip at the sight. Haruka started grinding on her thigh, spreading her hot wetness.
"You are so perfect…" Michiru told her, and lowered herself to kiss Haruka once more. Soon her own dress was on the floor, along with Haruka's crop top. Michiru kissed a path down to Haruka's chest, paying special attention to each of her soft breasts, massaging and licking her nipples while her free hand travelled further down to push the tiny thong out of the way, for her fingers to replace her thigh. Haruka moaned deeply, and grinded taking the fingers fully inside her. Michiru used her other hand to pull Haruka's long leg around her waist, for better friction. All Haruka could do in that state was hold Michiru as close to her body as possible. Her back arced as she was close. Michiru was close too, so she straddled Haruka's other leg, and started grinding in perfect rhythm with her own fingers. They didn't last long after that, as they both climaxed one after another. They stayed there breathing heavily, for few moments, to get down from their high.
When Haruka regained most of her strength she made to roll both of them over, but Michiru stopped her.
"What are you doing?" she asked the racer.
"I would like to return the favour" Haruka grinned cheekishly.
"Maa, don't you have a party to attend, miss winner of the Monaco grand prix?" Michiru teased
"You've got a point there, but I would really, really like to repeat this, so how about a date?" Michiru decided to be her good old teasing self, and made a gestured like she was thinking about it.
"Don't tell me, you are having an affair with me right now, while your rich and powerful but boring husband waits for you in his luxurious limo!" Haruka said in utter absurdness, with her hand on her chest, to Michiru's hesitance.
Michiru threw her head back in laughing.
"What's so funny, was I that spot on?" Haruka chuckled along.
"Oh my, honey, well, thank you for the laugh, but also, you could not be further from my truth!"
"oh?" Haruka pulled an aqua lock behind Michiru's ear.
"I have loved women since I was old enough to grasp the concept of attraction. These eyes have never looked at a man, they way they have looked at women." To drive her point Michiru looked at Haruka's still naked form and licked her lips.
"I would love to go on a date with you, Tenoh Haruka!" she kissed her hungrily.
"We should probably return to that party of yours, now." Haruka nodded, and they started dressing.
With her number saved in Haruka's contacts, and a promise to meet again in her messages, they separated, before the dawn of the next day.
Michiru didn't expect anything more than another performance when she took the job, but the weekend in Monaco turned to her favour, so much so she might finally get herself a girlfriend she could settled in with. Not too shabby, not too shabby at all!
The End
A/N: Purely based on the Manga/Crystal/Eternal, where Haruka's wardrobe gives me life, and Michiru nose bleeds