The Dim and Distant Past
As always, Sailor Moon and its characters don't belong to me though I often treat them like they were ^_-
Initially, I had planned this to become a lemon... but then I decided this just would not fit in, I should have told more explicitly about Michiru and Elza then, too... Besides, I would've needed to change the rating either.
However, I needed a connecting passage between Michiru's and Haruka's part of the story- and here it is...
I'm sorry I let you wait this long for this petty short chapter, but I was on this terrible class trip and had a lot of trouble the last weeks... gomen ^_-
However, please read & review this...
Dedicated to the self-nominated less romantic person on earth (I think this isn't very romantic either) and the person who left this obvious spot on MY neck (LOL you should better THINK before you act and torture the right woman... but that equalizes with your boundless [LESS!] help in everything, whether school & relationship problems or writing fics...*cuddle*) ^___________________^
On with the story... **********************************************************************
Interlude- Happy Valentine
Haruka yawned.
"Did you listen to me at all, Haruka?" asked her girlfriend.
The blonde nodded as if she had to convince herself more than Michiru. "I did, but I just hadn't expected your story to be that long."
The two women were still lying on the couch. When Haruka caught a glimpse on her watch, she jumped off it in a rush and ran to the dining room at once.
"I guess we'll have to go out for a meal tonight."
Michiru had talked so long that Haruka's laboriously cooked dinner had become ice cold.
"Did you do this?"
The aquamarine-haired woman stood at the entrance with an enthusiastic expression in her eyes.
"Geez, I did but I wouldn't give you the advice to eat it right now... Get yourself ready, we really need to go out..."
Michiru embraced her from behind and whispered in her ear: "Are you that hungry?"
Haruka wasn't at all, but she still found the scene quite embarrassing. She had been so proud of herself and now her dreams of a romantic candlelight- dinner had vanished into thin air. She looked for any words to speak, but everything sounded stupid to her.
"Or are you that shocked because of my story?"
Was she? She was the last one on earth who had the right to be shocked or anything else because of Michiru's story. Finally, the blonde regained her voice.
"Nah, don't think like that. But I know the continuation of your little story. Now that you've told me how you got to know Elza..."
Michiru began to stoke over her lovers' upper body tenderly. "Well that's all about the dim and distant past now, isn't it? Did you forget what date it is today?" "Aren't you hungry?"
Against her own will, Haruka couldn't stop thinking about Michiru's story. 'Stop it, baka, or you're going to spoil the whole evening' she said to herself and turned to her beloved one.
Michiru smiled, kissing the taller woman passionately.
"Yes, I am. I'm hungry for you."
Haruka sighed. Why had she made such an effort to cook when she knew the evening would end up like this anyway?
She smiled as she let her hands stroke all over Michiru's body.
"Happy Valentine, Michi..."
When Michiru commenced to unbutton her shirt, Haruka grabbed her hand.
"But I need to tell you the continu-" Michiru laid her index finger on her lover's lips.
"Tomorrow. I'll make you forget about this." She opened the buttons gradually, always kissing the part of skin she had uncovered last.
The blonde started to shiver when Michiru had thrown the shirt on the ground and made little circles with her fingernails on her belly, working upwards on her body.
Haruka put her hands under the violinist's blouse, played with her bra's seal teasingsly, then opened it easily and finally took off the blouse.
Michiru, who sat on the blonde's lap kissed her neck softly, then sucking harder so she left one of these treacherous spots on her lover's skin.
Haruka forgot about Elza. Strictly speaking, Haruka forgot about everything except Michiru as she gave herself to her.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- 2003/04/21, 23:07 by Yukio (skygoddess@gmx.net)
Coming soon: What's Haruka's story she tries to tell Michiru this desperately *lol* ?
As always, Sailor Moon and its characters don't belong to me though I often treat them like they were ^_-
Initially, I had planned this to become a lemon... but then I decided this just would not fit in, I should have told more explicitly about Michiru and Elza then, too... Besides, I would've needed to change the rating either.
However, I needed a connecting passage between Michiru's and Haruka's part of the story- and here it is...
I'm sorry I let you wait this long for this petty short chapter, but I was on this terrible class trip and had a lot of trouble the last weeks... gomen ^_-
However, please read & review this...
Dedicated to the self-nominated less romantic person on earth (I think this isn't very romantic either) and the person who left this obvious spot on MY neck (LOL you should better THINK before you act and torture the right woman... but that equalizes with your boundless [LESS!] help in everything, whether school & relationship problems or writing fics...*cuddle*) ^___________________^
On with the story... **********************************************************************
Interlude- Happy Valentine
Haruka yawned.
"Did you listen to me at all, Haruka?" asked her girlfriend.
The blonde nodded as if she had to convince herself more than Michiru. "I did, but I just hadn't expected your story to be that long."
The two women were still lying on the couch. When Haruka caught a glimpse on her watch, she jumped off it in a rush and ran to the dining room at once.
"I guess we'll have to go out for a meal tonight."
Michiru had talked so long that Haruka's laboriously cooked dinner had become ice cold.
"Did you do this?"
The aquamarine-haired woman stood at the entrance with an enthusiastic expression in her eyes.
"Geez, I did but I wouldn't give you the advice to eat it right now... Get yourself ready, we really need to go out..."
Michiru embraced her from behind and whispered in her ear: "Are you that hungry?"
Haruka wasn't at all, but she still found the scene quite embarrassing. She had been so proud of herself and now her dreams of a romantic candlelight- dinner had vanished into thin air. She looked for any words to speak, but everything sounded stupid to her.
"Or are you that shocked because of my story?"
Was she? She was the last one on earth who had the right to be shocked or anything else because of Michiru's story. Finally, the blonde regained her voice.
"Nah, don't think like that. But I know the continuation of your little story. Now that you've told me how you got to know Elza..."
Michiru began to stoke over her lovers' upper body tenderly. "Well that's all about the dim and distant past now, isn't it? Did you forget what date it is today?" "Aren't you hungry?"
Against her own will, Haruka couldn't stop thinking about Michiru's story. 'Stop it, baka, or you're going to spoil the whole evening' she said to herself and turned to her beloved one.
Michiru smiled, kissing the taller woman passionately.
"Yes, I am. I'm hungry for you."
Haruka sighed. Why had she made such an effort to cook when she knew the evening would end up like this anyway?
She smiled as she let her hands stroke all over Michiru's body.
"Happy Valentine, Michi..."
When Michiru commenced to unbutton her shirt, Haruka grabbed her hand.
"But I need to tell you the continu-" Michiru laid her index finger on her lover's lips.
"Tomorrow. I'll make you forget about this." She opened the buttons gradually, always kissing the part of skin she had uncovered last.
The blonde started to shiver when Michiru had thrown the shirt on the ground and made little circles with her fingernails on her belly, working upwards on her body.
Haruka put her hands under the violinist's blouse, played with her bra's seal teasingsly, then opened it easily and finally took off the blouse.
Michiru, who sat on the blonde's lap kissed her neck softly, then sucking harder so she left one of these treacherous spots on her lover's skin.
Haruka forgot about Elza. Strictly speaking, Haruka forgot about everything except Michiru as she gave herself to her.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- 2003/04/21, 23:07 by Yukio (skygoddess@gmx.net)
Coming soon: What's Haruka's story she tries to tell Michiru this desperately *lol* ?