Warning: Lemon

Set in the days before SMS. They are studying for the entrance exams at Mugen Gakuen.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Naoko Takeuchi's Characters (just wish I did).

Haruka was sprawled on the couch, scribbling furiously on a battered textbook, her brow wrinkled in frustration. Giving a frustrated cry, she hurled the book onto the floor. Michiru looked up from her textbook, saw the look of frustration on her face and walked over to her. Picking up the book, she sat down next to her.
"I can't do it. Stupid mathematics."

"It's a simultaneous equation. You multiply the two equations by different numbers to make part of them the same."
"Simultaneous, at the same time. You make it sound so easy Michiru." Haruka looked up at her. "At the same time…"
A wicked grin spread over her face. She reached up to push a lock of hair out of her partners face, fingers lightly brushing the side of her breast accidentally-on-purpose.
"Haruka! Stop. We have no t-" She was stopped in mid-sentence as Haruka pulled her into a lingering kiss. She broke away. "Think of the mission. We have to pass these exams and we have no time for distractions!"
"I'm sorry Michiru…" Haruka looked down. "…But I can't help it. You are driving me insane. Have you no idea how hard it is working with a beautiful girl such as yourself?" She brought her face right in front of Michiru's. "Having you around is distracting." She kissed her again and this time there was no resistance.
"Maybe I should leave." Michiru made to step back but Haruka held onto her arm.
"I'm sure studying can wait a few hours." Haruka pulled her close and slid an arm around her waist while standing up off the couch. "I need you Michiru." She slid her hand under her shirt and undid Michiru's bra, gently pulling it off and letting it drop onto the floor. Michiru undid the ties of the halter neck and at the same time stepped out of her skirt. Her clothing lying in a heap on the floor, she proceeded to undress Haruka. First her pants, then her bra. Michiru took her time unbuttoning Haruka's shirt, admiring the racer's sculpted physique; taut, muscular things and stomach with high-jutting breasts.
"…and you said I was beautiful." Even after several couplings, Michiru was still enthralled with her toned form. She's a work of art.
Haruka kissed her passionately, fingertips drawing tantalising circles up and down her back. She ran her fingers through the blonde-haired woman's hair and pressed her face into her neck, breathing in her scent. Haruka ran her fingers down under her arms and caressed the swell of her breast, circling inwards until she reached her erect nipples. Leaning down she took one in her mouth, rolling it with her tongue she heard Michiru gasp in pleasure. Michiru arched towards her and she let go briefly to suckle her other breast. She slowly increased suction until she heard her cry out. She moved upwards and mouthed her neck before sucking gently, careful not to leave a mark. Michiru had no such reservations, she sucked heat to the surface of the athlete's neck and trailing kisses along her jaw line, she kissed her fiercely.
Haruka responded, hands stroking her inner thigh. Michiru's fingers entered her warm, wet slit and found the small, throbbing nodule. She rubbed it, a quiet moan from her partner telling her to continue. She rubbed harder and felt a warm wetness. She moved deeper, finger still pressing against the hard node and Haruka cried out in ecstasy. She took an erect nipple into her mouth and, sensing that she was near her peak, sucked hard. "Michiru, god dammit, Michiru!" Haruka cried out her name again and again as she climaxed.
Breathing heavily they leaned against each other. Michiru looked up at her partner and was rewarded with a kiss.
Haruka stroked the curve of her breast and knelt, finding her wet opening, she tasted her tangy salt. The taste of her was maddening, she found her throbbing node with her tongue within her warm folds and teased it with her tongue. She heard Michiru moan and her breath was coming in short pants. She slid her finger into her opening and manipulated her pleasure centre until she screamed in ecstasy, pressing against her until she slowed and rose. She admired the violinist's sensuous curves, gleaming with sweat. They began, slowly, to make love to each other again.

"I think I get that equation now." Haruka pulled up the pants and picked up her shirt.
Michiru raised an eyebrow "You sure you don't just want more sex."
"No." Haruka grinned. "Well yes I want more. But I understand now."
"Well I guess we should get back to studying then…"
Haruka rolled her eyes but picked up her discarded textbook…

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