Hello everyone! New chapter so enjoy! ;)
(I just want to make something clear to my readers. When you are seeing things through Michiru's eyes, or if you're just seeing it through neither of their eyes, Haruka is thought of as a boy, but when Haruka is thinking, then I use the female versions) 888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
"HARUKA!" Michiru gasped, pushing him away. Haruka grinned his devilish grin at her.
"What, you didn't enjoy it?"
"Why.you.you.urgh!" Michiru sputtered and walked out of the room. Haruka smiled, feeling the jasmine smell of Michiru's skin imprinted on her lips. 'This,' She thought, 'is going to be very very fun.'
Michiru walked down the hall, furious, and not knowing where she was going. Pretty soon she was lost in the huge castle. Then she saw a maid coming towards her and called her.
"Can you tell me where my bedroom is?" She asked in Spanish. The maid nodded, and Michiru followed her to her bedroom. At least, she thought it would be her bedroom. When she got to the doors and opened them, she gasped.
"Come in, love. I knew you'd come around." Haruka then winked at the maid, who blushed, bowed, and scurried off. Michiru was speechless. Her bedroom. with.Haruka! In Italy the queen and king didn't necessarily absolutely have to spend the first night of their marriage together. apparently in Spain it was different. (Author: I'm just making this up, just to tell you. LOL)
There was one big bed with red silk bed sheets with gold embroidery on them. The pillows were especially gorgeous. Michiru finally walked in, and looked around the room. The walls were made of stone. "Probably so no one can hear outside of the bedroom," Michiru thought dryly. The nightstands and tables were in a rich fiery wood. The carpet was beige. Everything looked. passionate and fiery. Haruka lay in a sensual position on the bed, still wearing his clothes as a prince. His emerald eyes sparkled mischievously at her.
"Do you like it?"
"What?" Michiru was gazing at him but was startled at hearing him speak.
"Do you like the furnishings?"
"They are beautiful." Michiru admitted.
"But..?"
"It's so different than my own palace. I guess I'll eventually get used to it though, even though this room is a little too."
"-sexy?" Haruka smirked as Michiru blushed and averted her eyes. His voice was so low. and when he said the word, pleasant shivers down her back into the pit of her stomach.
"I was going for energetic." Michiru finally answered arrogantly.
"But of course." Haruka teased.
"Prince!" Michiru glared.
"Hm. how is it you called me Haruka only while I was... " Haruka gave a pause for Michiru to think about what she was going to say, and then grinned as Michiru blushed. Michiru then turned her back on Haruka and was eyeing the table behind her with exaggerated interest. Haruka got off the bed and was behind her.
"Hey." She whispered in Michiru's ear. Michiru, startled, turned around, and abruptly stopped as she was two centimeters from Haruka's face. "What beautiful eyes" She thought, blushing. Haruka was thinking the same thing, looking into the deep ocean eyes of Michiru. Michiru averted her eyes and tried to back up, but the table stopped her. Haruka saw her trying and smiled. Michiru's hands were on the table behind her and she tried to lean back, away from Haruka. Haruka, still smiling, closed the centimeter in between their bodies with hers, now pressed firmly against Michiru. Michiru nearly let out a tiny gasp. She leaned back further so that their chests weren't touching. Haruka placed her hands on Michiru's and leaned in towards Michiru's face. Michiru was still, torn between crushing Haruka's lips to hers or running for her life. She closed her eyes tightly. When Haruka was just a millimeter from Michiru's lips, Michiru could feel her moist warm breath on her lips. Haruka let the moment hang in suspense for a second, then, with tremendous self control, moved her lips to Michiru's right ear.
"It's time for dinner." She whispered. Michiru thought for a second this was some type of message that meant Haruka was going to ravish her, and to herself, she decided that she might as well get it over with (even though inside she knew she was aching for it), and leaned foreword to meet Haruka's lips. But she only felt air. Her eyes fluttered open, surprised, and then realized that Haruka was serious. It was time for dinner. Haruka had left the room, and only the faint musk of him was lingering on her to prove that he hadn't been a fragment of her imagination. Michiru groaned, looking up as if asking god why she had to marry this man, and then gasped. The whole ceiling was a mirror. She hadn't noticed it before because the ceiling was so high. "What in the world.?" And then she got why it was a mirror. Michiru blushed like hell and scurried out of the room.
(I just want to make something clear to my readers. When you are seeing things through Michiru's eyes, or if you're just seeing it through neither of their eyes, Haruka is thought of as a boy, but when Haruka is thinking, then I use the female versions) 888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
"HARUKA!" Michiru gasped, pushing him away. Haruka grinned his devilish grin at her.
"What, you didn't enjoy it?"
"Why.you.you.urgh!" Michiru sputtered and walked out of the room. Haruka smiled, feeling the jasmine smell of Michiru's skin imprinted on her lips. 'This,' She thought, 'is going to be very very fun.'
Michiru walked down the hall, furious, and not knowing where she was going. Pretty soon she was lost in the huge castle. Then she saw a maid coming towards her and called her.
"Can you tell me where my bedroom is?" She asked in Spanish. The maid nodded, and Michiru followed her to her bedroom. At least, she thought it would be her bedroom. When she got to the doors and opened them, she gasped.
"Come in, love. I knew you'd come around." Haruka then winked at the maid, who blushed, bowed, and scurried off. Michiru was speechless. Her bedroom. with.Haruka! In Italy the queen and king didn't necessarily absolutely have to spend the first night of their marriage together. apparently in Spain it was different. (Author: I'm just making this up, just to tell you. LOL)
There was one big bed with red silk bed sheets with gold embroidery on them. The pillows were especially gorgeous. Michiru finally walked in, and looked around the room. The walls were made of stone. "Probably so no one can hear outside of the bedroom," Michiru thought dryly. The nightstands and tables were in a rich fiery wood. The carpet was beige. Everything looked. passionate and fiery. Haruka lay in a sensual position on the bed, still wearing his clothes as a prince. His emerald eyes sparkled mischievously at her.
"Do you like it?"
"What?" Michiru was gazing at him but was startled at hearing him speak.
"Do you like the furnishings?"
"They are beautiful." Michiru admitted.
"But..?"
"It's so different than my own palace. I guess I'll eventually get used to it though, even though this room is a little too."
"-sexy?" Haruka smirked as Michiru blushed and averted her eyes. His voice was so low. and when he said the word, pleasant shivers down her back into the pit of her stomach.
"I was going for energetic." Michiru finally answered arrogantly.
"But of course." Haruka teased.
"Prince!" Michiru glared.
"Hm. how is it you called me Haruka only while I was... " Haruka gave a pause for Michiru to think about what she was going to say, and then grinned as Michiru blushed. Michiru then turned her back on Haruka and was eyeing the table behind her with exaggerated interest. Haruka got off the bed and was behind her.
"Hey." She whispered in Michiru's ear. Michiru, startled, turned around, and abruptly stopped as she was two centimeters from Haruka's face. "What beautiful eyes" She thought, blushing. Haruka was thinking the same thing, looking into the deep ocean eyes of Michiru. Michiru averted her eyes and tried to back up, but the table stopped her. Haruka saw her trying and smiled. Michiru's hands were on the table behind her and she tried to lean back, away from Haruka. Haruka, still smiling, closed the centimeter in between their bodies with hers, now pressed firmly against Michiru. Michiru nearly let out a tiny gasp. She leaned back further so that their chests weren't touching. Haruka placed her hands on Michiru's and leaned in towards Michiru's face. Michiru was still, torn between crushing Haruka's lips to hers or running for her life. She closed her eyes tightly. When Haruka was just a millimeter from Michiru's lips, Michiru could feel her moist warm breath on her lips. Haruka let the moment hang in suspense for a second, then, with tremendous self control, moved her lips to Michiru's right ear.
"It's time for dinner." She whispered. Michiru thought for a second this was some type of message that meant Haruka was going to ravish her, and to herself, she decided that she might as well get it over with (even though inside she knew she was aching for it), and leaned foreword to meet Haruka's lips. But she only felt air. Her eyes fluttered open, surprised, and then realized that Haruka was serious. It was time for dinner. Haruka had left the room, and only the faint musk of him was lingering on her to prove that he hadn't been a fragment of her imagination. Michiru groaned, looking up as if asking god why she had to marry this man, and then gasped. The whole ceiling was a mirror. She hadn't noticed it before because the ceiling was so high. "What in the world.?" And then she got why it was a mirror. Michiru blushed like hell and scurried out of the room.