Title: All the things she said
Chapter Seond
Author: Kiss This
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. [Except for the plot 'o course]
Summary: AU. Usagi is a famous singer, and is the younger sister of Setsuna, a prominent female model. When Usagi and Setsuna organize a fashion show at their mansion, in order to raise money for a good cause, by selling all the clothes they invite all the biggest celebs; actors and actresses, athletes, politicians, everyone who's a someone. One of those select few is the racecar driving champion, Haruka Ten'ou who finds something she wants that isn't on the order form.
A/N: READ ME!!! Grr... I'm continuing this ficcy, just for meggiebaby81, but I can't promise it'll be a long one, or that I'll update quickly. I'm sort of focusing on my U/Y story. This story is gonna have some major OOC, just 'cuz I say so. I think that Usagi is eventually gonna lose her naïve pureness, so she's rather wild in my story. If you all think she's gonna stay child-like for the rest of her life, you are really naïve, as well.
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Usagi woke with a start and felt an unusual weight across her waist. Glad to find herself mostly clothed she rolled over on her bed and stared up at the ceiling of her room. Haruka moaned and scooted closer to Usagi on the bed. The musky scent of her companion flooded through Usagi's senses, but was unable to be fully savored as her head began to pound.
She leaned over and reached for a tiny medicine bottle on her bedside table. Rattling out a few pills into her cupped palm she popped them into her mouth and swallowed them with a gulp of lukewarm water from the water bottle that had been sitting beside her alarm clock.
She was just about to roll over and go back to sleep when an annoyingly loud techno beat began playing. With a groan, she was forced to roll out of Haruka's arms and move to the edge of her king-sized bed. Half-asleep she leaned over the side and groped about the floor until her well-manicure fingertips grazed the jeans she had been relieved of the previous night. The back-pocket vibrated under her touch and she managed to dig into the tight denim material and retrieve her data-pad.
She flicked open the lid and pressed a button, thankfully ending it's pitiful beeping. The words: Birthday Banquet flashed on the screen. She growled in annoyance and flung the offending object across the room.
Kara poked her head in through the doorway as the device hit the wall, rather loudly, and exploded on impact. Kara frowned, "That's the fifth one this month!" She exclaimed. "You promised you wouldn't do that anymore."
Usagi ignored her maid's disapproving look by burying her head beneath her pillows and a dozen layers of blankets. "So what!" She mumbled, though her voice was muffled and almost indiscernible through all the padding that separated them.
As Kara dragged her mistress from the bed, Haruka rose her head groggily from the bed. "Koneko?"
"Help her home, Kara..." Usagi instructed as she stumbled into her bathroom. "I think she was invited to this torture as well...and be careful I think she's drunk." Running into the door of her bathroom she cursed and groped her way around it.
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Usagi had just finished her shower and was busy squeezing herself into a corset-like thing when Kara slipped in noiselessly.
"Miss Setsuna inquires as to what color you will be wearing to the banquet." She reported, dutifully.
Usagi's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Any idea what for?"
"None, Miss." Kara confessed with a shrug.
"Hmm...Blue."
When Usagi was finished dressing she surveyed herself in her arrangement of mirrors as she waited for their limousine to be ready. The skirt of the outfit reached her knees and was a flattering sea green in color and designed with layers and layers of transparent, gauzy-like strips of material which, when she twirled around, flared up around her.
Above that was a light blue, ribbed corset top that made her slim figure only more so. It came up tight along her breasts giving her the added bonus of enhanced cleavage and it tied up along the back with unfinished, leather strings.
The sleeves which were only half attached to the corset bodice and that began just beneath her shoulders along the same line as her bodice were made in the same style and the same fairy-tale-like material as her skirt.
After a tiresome deliberation she had decided on a pair of knee-high, black leather Prada boots to complete the outfit. Usagi was also glad that simple hair was in, and so it had only taken Kara a bare 20 minutes to crimp her hair and leave it hanging about her shoulders.
Speaking of Kara, the maid knocked once on the door and then the sound of her footsteps faded down the hall. After giving herself another once-over, Usagi grabbed her Chanel purse and headed down stairs where her impatient sister and a long stretch limo waited for her arrival.
The driver opened the door as she neared the car, and Usagi slid effortlessly inside. Without looking up she pulled a compact mirror from her purse and applied pink-tinted lip-gloss to her pursed lips. Surveying her appearance she was satisfied to find that the shine of the lip-glass directed the attention away from her lips' slightly bruised appearance.
Mmm...Haruka...
"Usagi." Setsuna's tone was terse.
Usagi rolled her eyes at her reflection and snapped the compact shut. She choked back a curse and felt her sapphire eyes practically bulging out of her head.
"Usagi, dear. I must have forgot to tell you; Miss Kaiou and her cousin are riding with us to the banquet." Setsuna said smoothly.
Usagi managed a weak smile, "Yes, Setz. It's entirely possible that you forgot to tell me!" Her eyes swept over Michiru's appearance taking in the woman's outfit. Two, thin straps over either shoulder held up Michiru's navy top that was covered in tiny diamonds. The pattern of the jewels was concentrated thickly along the square neck-line and then thinned out to a mere smattering along the hem.
Her skirt, which hung low on her curves owned a pointed waistline that ended up exposing more skin than was really necessary for a simple breakfast gathering. The royal blue material was simple and flowing with no unique pattern save for the fact that the layers of silken cloth clung seductively to her hips before flowing out to her feet.
"You know, it's quite cool. I think I'll go change into something warmer." Usagi managed to stutter out. She reached for the door handle, but Setsuna grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Now, sister. Don't be so rude when Miss Kaiou has dressed to match..."
"So I noticed," Was Usagi muttered reply. Glancing over at Haruka who sat inconspicuously in the corner of the car, she felt a slight pang of envy toward the older woman. She wore a simply, white dress shirt, a pair of plain black slacks, and, surprisingly enough, black high-heels. The way she pressed her forehead against the frosty window glass gave Usagi sweet satisfaction to know she wasn't the only one hung over from the mass amounts of alcohol they had consumed the night before.
Growling inwardly at the position her sister had maneuvered her into she pulled on her floor-length, tan leather coat with faux-fur trim. Instantly reverting into sister-mode, Setsuna noticed the shivering of everyone in the car and the way their breath came out in puffs of smoke.
She rummaged around in a side-compartment until she pulled out a large blanket, and draped it over the four of them. "Here, this should do until the heat kicks in. It is an hour and a half long drive..."
Michiru smiled gratefully and pulled her legs up underneath her; Setsuna did the same. "So, Usagi, When is your next concert?" Michiru asked in interest.
Usagi shrugged, "In about a month...England I think, but I'm singing at a charity even some time next week."
The conversation continued like this for awhile, with Haruka not bothering to join in. The topics changed to a variety of things, but never really formed into an in-depth discussion...unless you counted the rather heated discussion between Setsuna and Michiru on whether or not the moon-landings really happened.
Kami, I want to kill myself...
"You know," Usagi started, interrupting Michiru in the middle of describing the way a violin works. "I think I'm getting a spot of a headache, so I'm just gonna close my eyes and rest for a bit."
She was just about to thankfully drift of to sleep, when something brushed her leg. She thought it had just been Michiru or her sister shifting positions, but when she peeked at them she found that both were asleep with their feet still curled up beneath them. Frowning slightly she closed her eyes thinking she had just imagined it.
Then the touch came again, this time sliding up and down her bare thigh. Usagi shivered in delight, and risked a look up through her eyelashes. Haruka grinned devilishly at her as her bare foot moved up closer to Usagi's waist. Usagi's sapphire orbs widened in shock, but then drifted languidly closed as Haruka's soft touch raised ecstasy inside her.
Sliding forward, Usagi settled herself on Haruka's outstretched leg and began to slide up and down it, moaning softly. Usagi's lips curved into a smirk as Haruka's breath began to come in short husky gasps. When she pulled away, Haruka let out a tiny whimper.
It only took a slight gesture of her head, and Haruka knew what she was wanting to do. "Heavy sleeper." Usagi mouthed, and together they managed to lift up Setsuna and trade her seat for Haruka's former one.
Trapped beneath Haruka's body, Usagi felt her own pulsate with insatiable need and desire. Noticing Usagi immediate reaction, Haruka complied by placing hungry kisses along the blonde's collarbone before moving up to capture her soft lips. They tasted faintly of strawberries and honey.
"I want your kisses on my body....." Usagi whispered, throatily. "I want your hands on my skin..."
"I can give it to you forever..." Haruka's breath was warm in Usagi's ear. Usagi interrupted her by pressing her lips against hers and sliding her tongue into her mouth. Haruka pulled away after a moment and gave low chuckle, "Be my girlfriend?"
Usagi stopped her kisses and laid her head back down against the black leather of the seat, but her hand continued its idle movement up and down Haruka's leg. Her brow furrowed and she looked unsure, "Michiru-"
"-is Bi." Haruka cut in with another husky chuckle, "She'll work it out..."
Usagi snickered and pushed Haruka off of top of her. Smoothing out her skirt, and pulling her jacket back on she smiled at the sandy-haired woman. "Make yourself decent."
"Why?"
"We're there."
She was right. The limo was already slowing down and when Haruka wiped the frost from the window she could see the large mansion where the banquet was being held looming up before them. She had just enough time to adjust her clothing and remove all traces of Usagi's lip-gloss from her skin, before her companion set about to waking up the remainder of the group.
"Usagi, why am I over here?" Setsuna asked through a yawn.
"Haruka and I wanted to talk, so we moved you to where we wouldn't be disturbing either of you." Usagi explained fluidly.
Setsuna nodded offhandedly and checked her appearance in her compact mirror, before helping Michiru pack away the blanket again.
Usagi looked up when Haruka touched her hand, "What is your answer, Koneko?" Sapphire eyes locked with sea-green ones. It was Usagi who broke eye-contact, and she did so reluctantly before turning to Setsuna as the limo rolled to a stop in front of the red carpet.
"I'll go first with my date, and then you two will follow." Usagi told Setsuna who nodded in agreement.
Plastering a smile onto her face, Usagi stepped out of the car and onto the walkway as the driver opened the door. Then, to the entire car's surprise, she pulled Haruka up beside her; clasping her hand tightly with intertwining fingers. Lights flashed, as reporters covering the large celebration noticed the couple and eagerly began snapping photos.
Waving to the crowds of people, Haruka did so as well with a broad smirk on her face. As they walked forward to make way for Setsuna and Michiru, they paused beneath the mansion awning, where Haruka decided to indulge the reporters.
Dozens of lights flashed as the famous singer, Usagi Meioh and racing champion Haruka Ten'ou kissed on the middle of the red carpet walkway.
The press is gonna have a field day with this one...
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R & R! I did this for you meggiebaby81, so you damn well better review!
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