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A/N: Yays ^.^ chapter 3 is done! Its being hard to write this week, I just started longer shifts and it makes me really tired -.- I wish the wife and I shared some working schedules seems like the only time I can spend with her is time I should use for sleeping! But anyways thanks for your reviews and I am glad nobody feels threatened by the upcoming M rate. Please review and I think we will keep the every other day updates, seems to be working fine so far.

Lesson on Love

By Auraluna7

Chapter 3: Lesson 1

Looking bored out of her skull Kasumi tried to tune out the monotonous voice of the History of Music Teacher, who seemed to only care about dates and names, Kasumi thought she will much rather enjoy listening to the actual music than going through this endless torture. Looking for anything to keep her awake she turned her attention to Michiru who at first sight looked concentrated on the class with a pencil on her notebook taking notes, but a closer look showed her Michiru was not really taking notes, she was tracing inadvertently a portrait on her notebook, her eyes were not even on the page but her delicate hand worked prodigiously.

"Who's that?"

"Hum?" Michiru looked at Kasumi suddenly awaken of her daydream. Kasumi took the notebook from the blue eyes girl's desk and took a look at the drawing on the page, the blonde tomboy in the prince outfit. "Hey give that back."

Smiling Kasumi traced the chiseled face hidden under the mask with a finger. "She looks familiar. Hmmm" Michiru arched an eyebrow, did she really? "Maybe it is because you drew her unrealistically sexy, it probably just reminds me of a movie star."

Unrealistically sexy. Michiru half closed her eyes and took the notebook back from Kasumi giving her a dirty look, what did she knew anyways. Michiru took a look at the portrait, she wished the lighting had been better when she met the blonde tomboy, her portrait was vague and Kasumi was right it reminded her of someone, she just could not pinpoint who. The bell finally rang and Michiru sighed relieved, one more class and she could jump in her bed and took a needed nap.

"So, you have class with Professor Hottie ah?"

"Oh I guess you're right, I haven't even thought about it, I am sleepy."

The friends walked together to the classroom where Michiru was suppose to meet with Haruka, the blonde slim girl peaked on the little window to found the tomboy sitting at the piano scribbling on music sheets.

"Mmmm she looks good from this angle too."

"You are not serious, she's a teacher." Michiru peaked as well, Haruka without her jacket and wearing a tailored white shirt looked up from her music sheet and stretched her neck, rubbing it with tired expression. Michiru noticed the fine neckline and the beautiful face, Haruka Tenoh was certainly attractive.

"I don't mind, teacher or not, I will love to tug that blonde hair and give her a good kiss." Michiru smiled but strangely the idea of Kasumi and Haruka together cause her a void sensation on the stomach. "If you are not interested it will only make it easier for me."

"Who said I wasn't?" The words came out of her mouth before she could actually think about it.

"Oh really? Fine, then its open season for us."

"Hmm." Michiru noticed Haruka looking at the clock on the classroom wall and then right at the door where she and Kasumi were still standing peaking through the tiny window, she found the green eyes looking at her curious. Michiru got away from the window and smacked Kasumi with her violin case playfully. "She saw us! You're getting me in trouble already, go away I am late and so are you." Laughing softly Kasumi started walking down the hall.

"Fair play Michi, don't forget."

Sighing softly Michiru opened the classroom door, Haruka looked at her again a small smile on her lips. "You are fifteen minutes late Miss Kaioh."

"I know." Michiru placed her violin case with tiredness on a desk, the green eyes still on her. Michiru found the intense gaze of the green eyes unsettling, what did the blonde wanted from her? "…sorry I guess."

"You guess. Ok then." Haruka looked at the file sitting on her piano, it was a short Bio of Michiru's musical profile, it stated she was a violinist and where there should have been a detailed a list of songs she could play there was nothing but a note made to the file by her predecessor, a sentence written in red ink. `Needs to work on her posture, attitude and attendance` Haruka raised her eyebrows, something told her this was just a way of saying Michiru Kaioh was a troublemaker and she didn't attended her lessons much, right now Haruka could not even know in which level to place Michiru Kaioh, she could be a beginner for all the information the profile gave her. Haruka was going to try and see how advance the girl could go. "Would you care to tell me what were you working on with your previous teacher?"

Michiru smiled, her previous teacher had been a very snarky lady who loved to tell her how her posture sucked no mattered if her performances were flawless and Michiru had made it her personal mission to skip as many of her lessons as possible, probably one of the reasons why she had a new teacher now. "Well, quite honest I can't remember."

"I see, when's the last time you had a solo lesson Miss Kaioh?"

The girl shrugged she picked up her violin and walked to the piano, her eyes stopped on the handwritten music sheets. "I do practice every day if that counts. Is this your original work?"

Haruka nodded and piled the sheets together. "Let's start with something simple, why don't you play something for me? Pick one of these." Haruka handed her a set of printed music sheets, Michiru looked through them trying to hide a smirk, did Haruka thought she was an 8 year old?, Ode to Joy, Silent night, even Twinkle, twinkle, little star, all songs she had learned to play at least 10 years ago, Michiru felt a bit insulted, she dropped the music sheets back on the piano and placed the violin on her shoulder without setting any sheet on the holder in front of her.

"Do you need a shoulder rest?" Michiru gave the blonde a dirty look, shoulder rest and music for beginners, now this was annoying. She placed her soft chin on the rest and lifted her right hand, the bow an extension of herself already and closing her eyes she started playing the Bach Violin Sonata No 2. The piece was a complex emotional filled song which Michiru had recently been practicing on her own, the moment her bow touched the strings Michiru stopped thinking about anything else for a second, the strings and her vibrating as one, as the song started to flow Michiru indulge herself thinking of the mysterious prince, each note cascading around her like an endless crystalline waterfall.

Haruka looked at Michiru under a new light thirty seconds after the smaller girl started playing her violin, she was no beginner violinist, the vibrato on her violin was flawless, each note flowing after the other on a well compassed structure, Haruka saw the girl playing with her eyes closed, her small right foot tapping the floor almost imperceptible and the violin pointing slightly to the floor; due to the intensity of the piece Michiru was playing Haruka wondered how tired the girl was going to get, her shoulders looked slightly stiff, yet amazingly her music sounded tantalizing and flawless, it was impossible to get her eyes of the Aqua haired beauty, there was an emotional river on her song.

When the last note died against the walls of the small classroom Michiru sighed softly and placed the violin down, she was tired before, now just plain exhausted, her neck was slightly sore but that was a common thing for her. She opened her eyes to look at Haruka Tenoh who stood leaning against her piano with an unreadable expression. Their eyes met and the blonde's gaze made her blush slightly.

"I guess that was no twinkle, twinkle little star, I hope you don't mind." Haruka noticed the contempt on Michiru's voice, the blonde still under the soft spell of the violin music.

"I imagine that must have upset you, I apologize. I was unaware of your skill level." Michiru nodded, at least this music teacher knew how to apologize. "So, are you ready to hear my appraisal of your performance then?" Nodding again Michiru walked to her case and rested her beloved violin in it, she caressed the strings lovingly before closing the case and turning around to face the blonde.

"As a person that loves, and lives music I have to say your interpretation of Bach's was musically prodigious, there is a lot of passion on your performance, I enjoyed it a lot." Michiru smiled and fixed a lock of hair behind her ear, Haruka walked the distance between them. "Pick up your violin please." Michiru turned to pick up her instrument; she could feel Haruka standing right behind her, their bodies almost touching. "Position it on your shoulder."

A chill ran down Michiru's spine as the low voice almost seemed to whisper on her ear, she motion her violin to her shoulder and placed her soft chin on the rest. "As your new teacher there is more I should say than just praise words." Haruka placed her left hand over Michiru's soft hand resting on the neck of the violin; she moved Michiru's fingers gently out of from the center of the neck and pushed the violin away from Michiru's chin just a little to position it closer to her jaw. "Is your neck sore?" Michiru bitted her lower lip, the almost intimate contact gave her mixed emotions, she absolutely hated to be corrected when it came to her violin skills but she was just enticed by the blonde's fingertips on her own, she could feel her back almost against the teacher's chest and she resisted the urge of brushing against her intentionally.

"No." She lied; a bit of neck pain was a small price to pay for a great musical performance.

Haruka smelled the soft scent of the violinist, she almost had to remind herself she was trying to correct her posture and not romanced her, she took her hand from Michiru's and moved aside the cascade of silky dreamy colored curls to reveal a long elegant neck, Haruka placed her hand on the girl's neck and pressed lightly on the tensed muscles.

A small whimper escaped Michiru's lips and Haruka held her breath, the contact of the warm skin too real. "You are pointing your violin down; the pain on your neck could be avoided if you correct your posture."

With a lot of self restrain Haruka avoided massaging the sore neck, she noticed there were marks around the girl's neck, love bites probably left by a passionate lover. Somehow the thought of Michiru on someone's arms cause her discomfort, she forced herself to brush the thoughts off, she was this girl's teacher and it was none of her business how or who did Michiru spent her time, she just met her anyways. "I don't need to change my posture, my music has no flaws."

Wishing her voice sounded angry rather than intimate Michiru placed the violin down, still giving her back at Haruka none of them moved. "You matter as much as the music, if the way you play causes you pain in the long run you will stop being flawless, your commitment to music should be for a life time not until your neck is too sore to even support your violin."

Michiru turned around, her cheeks flustered, she wanted to give the blonde a stern dirty look but once she turned she was forced to look up to face the green eyes and the full impact of Haruka's body next to her hit her. They were standing so close Michiru could feel the blonde's leg brushing against her naked thigh. "You… I don't need any solo lessons I am doing well on my own."

Swimming again in the blue eyes Haruka found herself wishing to slide a hand around the small waist to bring the girl into a kiss and cup her firm breasts she could feel almost pressing against her. What was wrong with her? After her encounter with the muse the night before it was as if every nerve on her skin was ready to be stimulated, just the mere presence of the beautiful girl standing in front was starting to arouse her, she prayed her cheeks were not blushing as well. "Let me help you, give me the chance that's all I ask for."

Michiru raised her hand to fix a rebel curl on her head and gently she placed her hand on the blonde's teacher cheek, she traced the soft skin with her fingers, she felt Haruka stiffened and almost stop breathing. "I will come to my lesson tomorrow if you let me paint you."

Touching the soft musician hand on her cheek Haruka felt the last strands of control snapping. Perhaps it was the fact that she hadn't been near anyone in so long, maybe it was just that the girl before her was just incredibly beautiful, which ever the case Haruka knew she could not allow herself to fall for a student. She gently took the soft hand off her cheek and nodded. "I will see you tomorrow then." She turned around and walked to her piano, Michiru looked at her for a moment and then lowering her eyes she placed her violin back on the case and walked to the door, the tingling sensation of the soft skin still at her fingertips.

-0-

With a frustration grunt Michiru placed her violin down, Kasumi looked at her raising her eyes from the spicy romance novel she was reading. "Yes dear?"

"My neck is sore."

"Isn't it always?" Kasumi went back to her book and laughed softly. "Oh dear you have to read this little book, every single girl on it lives at the peak of sexual tension, how amusing, if lesbian girls will throw themselves at me like it says it here I will be quite content."

Michiru rolled her eyes and picked up the book from Kasumi's hands. "You don't need any more sexual tension in your brain, listen to me for five minutes and then go back to your Honor novel."

Crossing her long legs and leaning on her chair Kasumi looked at Michiru. "Ok. What seems to be the problem?"

"I want to call the girl from the club. And I don't want to change my damn posture."

Kasumi raised an eyebrow confounded. "These happen to be two separate issues right? Because you're making no sense." Michiru nodded. "Well, call the girl from the club; send her a text message or something, very casual. And your posture…not sure what that means."

"Forget about that, is a school thing. You think I should just text her?" Kasumi nodded and picked up her book again. "Hmmm maybe."

"I could certainly use someone like this Cam person here." Kasumi said pointing at her novel. "The new teacher could certainly do it. How was your lesson with her?"

Michiru shrugged. "She's ok I guess, probably not your type."

"Oh really? How's that? Are you just saying that because you want her all for yourself? Don't go around hogging the hotties you have your Prince let me have Professor Sexy, I found out that if she says yes I could have her giving me private singing lessons, I need a pianist to practice …"

Michiru refused to admit that she didn't wanted Kasumi hunting Haruka Tenoh down, when it came to situations like this Kasumi was a pro and ended up having the girl every time. Most of the times Michiru didn't care after all they were just experimenting and having fun, but this time she actually felt attracted to the blonde. Although she had to admit her friend was right, she wanted to track the Prince down, she had tasted those lips and the nectar she found in them was like nothing she ever had, perhaps this time she wouldn't mind taking her clothes off.

"You don't need a pianist; you are just a big fat slut."

Kasumi threw a pillow at Michiru. "Hey I am not fat." Michiru smiled and looked outside the window to the sunset. "What time is it?" Michiru looked at her wrist watch; she always had it on her it had been the last gift her mother gave her before passing away from Cancer six years ago.

"Almost six. Why?"

Placing her book down and fixing her cleavage on the very low cut shirt she was wearing Kasumi smiled brightly at her. "Oh nothing, I'm just thirsty. I will be right back." The blonde grabbed a light sweater before leaving and Michiru wondered what was all that about, she looked outside the window again to see Kasumi crossing the parking lot on opposite direction to the school cafeteria.

-0-

Haruka was quite glad the day was over; she was more than ready to go home and get some well deserved sleep. Holding her briefcase she walked to the teacher's parking lot looking for her car keys.

When she raised her eyes she saw a small blonde girl dressed in a tiny miniskirt and a tight top leaning softly against her car, her long curly hair being swayed by the wind, her gray eyes fixed on her.

"Hi again."

Haruka nodded at her. "Miss Tani, right?" The blonde smiled, her rosy lips glossy, the hunting was on, Michiru was totally wrong, Haruka Tenoh was so her type.

Lesson one on Kasumi's book was already in motion, always attack first. "You can call me Kas."

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