Haruka leaned against the building's brick wall, in an attempt to avoid
being crushed by the crowd of Christmas shoppers. The Christmas holiday
wouldn't start for another month, but non the less, people were already
starting to shop for decorations and presents. Some even had already gotten
to it.
Haruka cursed. She hated crowded places. It just seemed so dirty; with so many people she didn't know, so close. With a shiver, the girl began to shove her way home, as snowflakes began to fall into her light blonde hair. She continued walking in the falling snow, as her nose became more and more red, as her lips began to chap, until she reached home.
Ginger bread and Christmas tree wafted through a crack in the door, just below the floor. Haruka unlocked the door, and opened it to find Michiru, dancing on the spot to Christmas music, wearing nothing but a red bra and thong. The only light was that from the blue and green candles lit about the room, so Haruka was easily cast in shadow.
Michiru seemed to have not noticed Haruka's entrance, for she continued to dance as if she were an angel. With every twirl, her aqua hair floated off her pale shoulders, fanned out, then elegantly fell back again. Haruka carefully closed the door, watching her lover spin and seductively move her hips.
As Michiru continued to twist and turn, Haruka began to become aroused. She noticed the way the girl's breast rose with each breath she took. The way her aqua blue eyes seemed to catch the firelight. Haruka quietly began to strip from her abundance of warm clothes, to go and join Michiru in her dance of passion. But something about the look in Michiru's eyes towards the fire... it just wasn't right. She seemed to worship the lusty glow of it.
Haruka noted how Michiru began to sweat and breathe faster as she neared the candle. Getting closer... and closer...sweat rolled down her pale breast, hardening her nipples. Haruka in turn began to do her share in panting, getting off shakily. Until she heard something she did not like.
"Hino..." the water angel whispered, as her eyes met Haruka's in surprise.
Haruka cursed. She hated crowded places. It just seemed so dirty; with so many people she didn't know, so close. With a shiver, the girl began to shove her way home, as snowflakes began to fall into her light blonde hair. She continued walking in the falling snow, as her nose became more and more red, as her lips began to chap, until she reached home.
Ginger bread and Christmas tree wafted through a crack in the door, just below the floor. Haruka unlocked the door, and opened it to find Michiru, dancing on the spot to Christmas music, wearing nothing but a red bra and thong. The only light was that from the blue and green candles lit about the room, so Haruka was easily cast in shadow.
Michiru seemed to have not noticed Haruka's entrance, for she continued to dance as if she were an angel. With every twirl, her aqua hair floated off her pale shoulders, fanned out, then elegantly fell back again. Haruka carefully closed the door, watching her lover spin and seductively move her hips.
As Michiru continued to twist and turn, Haruka began to become aroused. She noticed the way the girl's breast rose with each breath she took. The way her aqua blue eyes seemed to catch the firelight. Haruka quietly began to strip from her abundance of warm clothes, to go and join Michiru in her dance of passion. But something about the look in Michiru's eyes towards the fire... it just wasn't right. She seemed to worship the lusty glow of it.
Haruka noted how Michiru began to sweat and breathe faster as she neared the candle. Getting closer... and closer...sweat rolled down her pale breast, hardening her nipples. Haruka in turn began to do her share in panting, getting off shakily. Until she heard something she did not like.
"Hino..." the water angel whispered, as her eyes met Haruka's in surprise.