"I don't see her car." Usagi said, smiling. She was glad that Michiru was not home because that meant she could spend more time with Haruka.
"She keeps her car in the garage. She could be here already. The lights aren't on but it is already after one; she might be sleeping."
Haruka opened the door to the mansion and offered for Usagi to go first. She flipped on the light to the living room.
"You can sit there while I check things out, okay?" Haruka asked.
Usagi nodded and plopped onto a wide couch, settling herself comfortably and falling asleep again a moment later. Haruka refrained from laughing at headed up the stairs.
Haruka slowly walked into the bedroom. The door was still open, and with a quick inspection, she deemed it empty of Michiru. She went back downstairs to get Usagi.
"She isn't here."
Usagi continued to snore.
"Usagi?" Haruka knew from experience that it was dangerous to awaken Usagi from any close distance. She pulled a pillow from another sofa and tossed it at Usagi's beautiful face.
Haruka stared in awe as Usagi instantly shredded the pillow to pieces just before it actually touched her. She staggered back; that could have been her.
"ICE CREAM! GIMME GIMMEEE!" Usagi shrieked.
Haruka decided that she would need something more effective than a pillow to steal her away form any dream of food. She went to the fireplace and grabbed a poker. Haruka pushed the end lightly into Usagi's abdomen. Usagi did not react. Haruka poked her harder, but still had no effect. She tried numerous times before she gave up. She didn't want to bruise the woman more that she already had. The Haruka had another idea. She picked up the poker and pushed up Usagi's skirt with it. Haruka pulled her underwear from her body with the loop on the side and then abruptly shoved the end inside of her.
Usagi moaned in her sleep as Haruka continued to push the cold metal pole in and out of her.
"Doughnut…" she whispered, moving her hand to her mouth as if she were eating something.
Haruka pushed the poker into Usagi as far as it would go without tearing anything, but she still didn't wake up. She was really getting sick of this and gave up on the poker, and put it back in its place, wiping the newly lubricated end before she did so. Haruka took. Usagi by though shoulders and shook her roughly. Usagi's head snapped back and forth ten times before she woke up.
"What are you doing, Haruka? You didn't have to shake me so hard. I would have woken up if you had just tapped me." Usagi stood up and stretching her legs. "What did you do to me?" Usagi asked, noticing her underwear on the floor and the odd feeling between her legs.
"I was trying to wake you up. Michiru isn't here, so we can go upstairs if you want"
Usagi smiled and shook her head.
Haruka took Usagi upstairs and undressed herself. Her adventure with the sleeping Usagi hadn't done much more than entertain her, and her sex drive was as wild as ever. Usagi removed her own clothing and sat on bed. She let her hair down and posed for Haruka, standing on all fours, spreading her legs and bending over to give Haruka a fine view of her backside. Haruka smiled as Usagi struck several more poses. She would have done very well as a porn star, as far as Haruka could see, if she wasn't so uncoordinated. She wouldn't be able to follow any directions.
"Are you finished?" Haruka asked, clapping her hands. "I wouldn't mind an encore."
"Really? Mamoru doesn't think it's sexy…" Usagi stated a bit nervously.
"Mamoru is a fool if he doesn't find that sexy. And he calls himself a man…"
Usagi stuck even more suggestive posses until she got tired of it and felon her back onto the bed.
"Do want you want," Usagi said. "Just tell me what you want me to do."
"It is your choice."
Usagi blushed. "I don't know."
Haruka put her hands on her naked hips. "If you don't chose something, I'm just going to go to sleep and you'll never have a chance at this again."
"That's not fair!"
"Ten seconds…"
"I don't know what it is called!"
"Nine."
"That thingy-ma-jig."
"Seven"
"Uhmm…"
"Six."
"How am I supposed to know what it is called?"
"Three"
"That isn't fair!"
"One."
"The plastic thing!"
Haruka pleasured Usagi until she was satisfied and then laid down beside her. Usagi was still breathing hard when she once again found interest in her breasts. She rubbed her nipples gently, noticing that Usagi's breathing quickened further, and then used her mouth. Haruka bit one of her nipples, just to see Usagi would react. She giggled slightly, but she could tell that Usagi didn't like it. Haruka stopped and pulled the covers over the bed.
"You don't have to stop. I don't mind."
"I'm tired, Usagi, and judging from earlier on the couch, I would say that you are too."
"Fine," Usagi decided, sounding disappointed. She curled against Haruka and rested her head against where Haruka's cleavage would have been if her body had produced a bit more estrogen.
Haruka stroked Usagi's head and smiled once more. "You, know, you should wear your hair like. You look much more mature."
"Really? I never thought about that, I've always worn it in buns."
"A little change wouldn't hurt, right?"
"I guess not. I'll try it."
"I've really enjoyed our time together."
"Me too. That cake was delicious."
Haruka sighed and kissed Usagi's lips and then rolled to the opposite side of the bed to get as far as she could get from Usagi.
"Sleep well."
The Next Morning
Usagi woke up at ten for the first time in her life. Haruka was still sleeping beside her. She yawned loudly and stretched her arms.. Usagi poked Haruka in the side with her index finger and woke the woman up.
"And you say I sleep too much!"
Haruka rubbed her head and looked up at Usagi. She looked like a goddess; her skin appeared to be glowing in the morning light and her hair was as bright as the sun. Haruka shoved away the urge to touch her again, and got up. There was no way that she would do anything more to keep Usagi around. Haruka had already given poor Mamoru enough of a break, and she didn't want to cause any trouble.
"Good morning. Would you like to shower first?"
"It's okay, you can go first," Usagi offered. Honestly, she didn't want to wash Haruka from her body. Not yet at least. The faint smell of Haruka's cologne that still lingered on her body seemed like a memorabilia of a life-long dream.
"Thanks. I'll be quick, okay? Then I can make some breakfast and you will be on your way."
"Haruka, I don't want to go back! Just a bit longer? Pleeeeeaaaase?" Usagi begged. She had no intention on going back to see her daughters any time soon.
"Mamoru may have some rough times, but he loves you very much," Haruka suggested. "Besides, he knew what he was getting into when he married you, but he went out with it anyway."
"And what do you mean by that? It's not like I am a hassle or to him or anything."
Haruka didn't want to argue with Usagi and went into the bathroom without answering the question. She bathed quickly and dressed in simple clothing. Usagi was not in the room when she opened the bathroom door. Her clothes were not on the chair where she had left them, but a glance outside showed that her car was still there. Haruka went downstairs and did not find Usagi in the kitchen. She had assumed that she was pigging out on her food, but her refrigerator was still intact.
"Usagi? Where are you?" Haruka called out.
She wasn't answered. Haruka called her name several time before she gave up and began making a simple breakfast of fried eggs and bacon. She knew that the small of food would drag her from wherever she was hiding.
Usagi came into the kitchen five minutes later. Haruka could hear her stomach growling over the hissing of the cooking meat. Her arms were crossed over her stomach and her face was as usual, wet with tears.
"Haruka, do you really think that I'm a bother?" she asked, sounding very hurt.
"We all have our faults, Usagi." Haruka didn't turn toward the woman but continued to cook.
"That isn't what I asked!"
"At times, you can make things rather inconvenient, but I appreciate your company. I didn't mean to hurt you feelings," Haruka admitted.
"What did I do wrong? I was just trying to cheer you up, Haruka, so why do you want me to leave so badly?"
"I'm sure your family misses you. Your kids have probably been stuck with a sitter while you've been here."
"They like the sitter more than they like me!"
Haruka did not know how to argue with that. She had seen for herself that Usagi's children were even more unruly than Usagi had been as a child. It didn't surprise her that they didn't get along.
"The eggs are finished and the bacon will take only a minute longer. Sit down and I will make you a plate."
Usagi obeyed without delay. Haruka dumped a large amount of scrambled eggs on the plate and added several rashers of bacon to the side. Usagi stabbed her fork into a piece of egg before Haruka even set the plate on the table.
"Delicious!" she exclaimed. She added a dash of salt from the shaker on the middle of the table and then finished of the rest of her breakfast. Haruka made a plate for herself, dumped the rest of the eggs onto Usagi's empty plate, and sat down.
Usagi ate her second helping of eggs as fast as she had the first.
"Usagi? Do you ever get heart burn?"
"Nope. Everybody asks that for some reason. What is that anyway?"
Haruka smiled. "Never mind. Where were you, by the way?"
"The room with the machine you put you clothes in that makes them clean. I just forgot what it is called."
"The laundry room?"
"Yes! That's it! Did you know that you didn't dry your clothes? They smell sort of funny, so you should was them again."
"Thank you for reminding me. I totally forgot about that."
"What color is Mchiru's car?" Usagi suddenly remembered something that she had noticed earlier.
"It's that aquamarine color that she likes. Why?"
Usagi froze. "Do you have one that color, because I saw one that color in your garage."
Haruka stood up from the table immediately.
"Usagi, are you serious?" Haruka's voice was more solemn than it had ever been.
"Yes. Why would I lie?" Usagi didn't seem to understand what that meant.
Haruka ran outside to the garage. She held her breath as the door slowly opened. If Usagi was lying to her, she would never let her get away with it, but Haruka was praying to every deity that she could think of that Usagi had made it all up. But Usagi did not lie. Michiru's car was parked in its normal place in the garage. Haruka panicked: that could only mean that she was still in the house. She had been almost all over the house, and she was sure that Usagi had been sneaking around the place without her knowing it. There was only one place that she could think of.
Haruka dashed back inside without closing the garage door.
"What's wrong?" Usagi asked?
Haruka didn't hear her. It was as if she was being yanked to the laundry room by an invisible string. She reconized what she had smelled the other day as Michiru's perfume.
They smell sort of funny.
Haruka had a bad feeling that it wasn't the wet clothes that Usagi had smelled. She recalled Michiru telling her that she was cold and that she was going to get her coat before she went out. She didn't have room in her closet for heavy coats and she always put them in the laundry room closet.
"Haruka? What's gotten in to you? What did I say?" Usagi ran up the stairs and into the laundry room after Haruka.
Usagi almost choked when she entered the room; it reeked. Haruka was standing in front of a door in the room. Her hand was on the doorknob, but she did seem to be interested in opening the door. Haruka knew that the smell couldn't have been anything other than rotting flesh. Usagi realized that the woman was crying; Haruka's back was heaving up and down.
"No…please God no…" she whispered. Haruka turned the knob and opened the door.
Usagi let out a blood-curdling wail as Haruka opened the door. The woman was lying on the floor at the bottom of the short flight of stairs, her neck at the most unnatural angle possible, left foot at an identical degree. There was a ring box to the side of Michiru's twisted foot.
THE END...