Feels so wrong, feels so right
"And OH NO the Germany defense let the ball slip through to Torres…what a superbly pass ball! Torres chases after it and only Philip Lahm is there to block him, Ah, he gets past Lahm and flicks the ball over Lehmann AND SCORES!! SPAIN ONE UP!! GERMANY NIL!!"
"WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Haruka raised her two fists and pumped into the air as she watches the Euro 2008 final from her couch at her peaceful outers' mansion in Tokyo, Japan. The hall was brightly lit and all the furniture were of a soft cream beige colour; exactly how each outer senshi would have liked it to be. Michiru's paintings littered the walls, alongside Setsuna's pride-and-joy medical certificates of achievement and of course, Haruka's pictures of winning races. Hotaru had her corner of achievements and drawings too.
"High five Hime-chan!!" and Hotaru, who was sitting beside Haruka, gave a pleasant five to her adopted 'father'.
"WOOOHOOO! Michiru did you see that?! Brilliant isn't it?!" Haruka looked over to her lover, wife, best friend, who was sitting at the other side of her.
Michiru returned Hauka's glee with a bored look.
"Aw, c'mon! How many Euro finals do we get to see in a lifetime!?"
"So many that it bores me," Michiru rolled her eyes.
Michiru didn't get what was so nice about watching 22 men chasing after a ball on a big field and killing each other with their tackles. She got racing, she got tennis, but soccer? No way, no bloody way. Michiru looked over to Hotaru, who was…drooling. Wait, Hotaru drooling?! What the hell?!
"Hotaru are you alright?" Michiru, now concerned.
Hotaru smiled sheepishly but her eyes are still on the television.
Michiru nudged Haruka hardly and whispered "Hime-chan is drooling…"
"Of course she's drooling; football is a beautiful game!" Haruka answered loudly.
"No, argh! Idiot." Michiru sighed.
If there was one thing Michiru knew, it was that soccer ruined Haruka's sensitivity. And sensibility. But the look at Hotaru's eyes…is undeniable. Michiru knows that look. It's the same look Haruka gives her at first before it is replaced with one of love; and all the other men who have had their eyes feasting on her body's curves and face have had it too… But still, Hotaru's only 13…
"Hime-chan I know all the guys out there have a hot bod but you shouldn't-" Michiru whispered but was interrupted.
"Victoria beckham is so cool…" Hotaru said, eyes on television still.
Michiru sighed. Like father, like daughter. "Haruka…! I'm so bored!" Michiru complained as she stuck on foot across Haruka's lap.
"No, ah shit! He can't kick the ball for nuts!"
Haruka paid her no mind.
"Ruka…" Michiru purred in Haruka's ear as she licked it.
"M-M-Michiru…" Haruka shivered involuntarily. Michiru didn't have to worry about Hotaru; she's glued to the screen with glimpses of her precious Victoria Beckham.
Michiru's hands rubbed Haruka's stomach as her lips continue to nibble on Haruka's ears. She felt a little sly for doing that. But if arousing Haruka is the only way to get her off the boring soccer match, she will do it. Soon, Michiru's tongue slid down on Haruka's side burns and Michiru was kissing Haruka's cheeks. Her legs were stroking Haruka's calves and her hands were slowly stroking down to Haruka's thighs.
"Michiru, I promise, after the match I'm so going to ravish you…"
"No…I want it now…"
And Haruka did the most incredulous thing Michiru has ever seen. Despite of all the sexual advances Michiru had been doing, Haruka managed to catch hold of Michiru's face with her two hands and hold it in a distance, and smile. Yes, smile that all charming but 'I-don't-think-it's-a-good-time' smile and shook her head. But at least for the first time that night Haruka was looking at Michiru fully with her two teal eyes.
"Just an hour more okay Michi? I promise you I'll-" and Haruka was cut off with Michiru standing up and walking away to the kitchen. "One more hour, Michi!" Haruka called behind her as she turned her eyes back to the television screen again.
Michiru was totally annoyed. There was no way she was going to let her Sunday night just gets ruined like that. She went into the kitchen that was mostly furnish with wooden floorings and furniture and poured a cup of cold water for herself. She gulped the cold water down and felt the coldness rushed over her… it was both a good feeling and bad feeling. Good because it kind of cooled a little of her hot temperedness now, but bad because it effectively almost ended her sexual appetite and it…made her stomach churn. Her stomach was feeling not well now. The cold water seemed to have shrunk her stomach or if not, quelled her digestive powers. This is not good, nope, not at all.
"Michiru?" Setsuna called, seeing her aqua haired friend clutching her stomach now.
"Ara Setsuna…my stomach's not too good…"
Setsuna noted her friend was dressed rather…no, very sexily. Pink silky night gown that hugged her curves, plus it is spaghetti strapped and the strap was lacey…yes, pink laces. Setsuna don't even want to think about what is underneath that piece of silk.
"You okay, Michiru?"
"I…do not know…" Michiru's face crumpled in pain.
"What's wrong? Or where?"
"My stomach's acting up for some reason, and Haruka, argh, that woman is so obsessed with the soccer match she hardly pays me any attention!"
"Aw, Michiru. Haruka is very into sports, you know that…but your stomach…" and Setsuna put her warm hand to feel Michiru's stomach on her silky nightgown.
Setsuna's world seemed to stop at the feel of it.
"WOOHOO HIME! High five!! Spain won!! Means I won a hundred bucks from Mamoru!! We can go for ice cream…very expensive ice cream" Haruka cocked her eyebrows and smiled at her daughter.
Hotaru didn't beam back directly, but asked Haruka "Can you buy Victoria Beckham's autobiography for me…" in a very soft voice. Of course, Haruka caught it. She was the senshi of the wind, anyways.
"No problem, Hime-chan. But hush, don't tell any of your mothers," Haruka winked at her daughter.
"YIPPIE!" Hotaru took off from the couch and up the stairs of their mansion. A door could be heard to have opened and closed, which Haruka presumed, should be Hotaru's room one.
Now, time for Michiru. They have some unfinished business to attend to, don't they? Haruka smirked at the thought of it. This night couldn't get any better; she saw her favorite team take home the European championships, she won hundred bucks from Mamoru, found out Hotaru's celebrity crush was Victoria Beckham and top it off, Michiru wants it bad. Yes, 'it'. Haruka know she didn't show it just now, but she hot for Michiru. Hot and…moist. Not yet, Haruka learnt to keep her desires well.
"Michiru?"
Haruka called as she went to the kitchen to look for her beautiful aqua hair lover.
"Michiru?"
Haruka checked the studio that Michiru usually works in. No one. Now, where could Michiru be? In their room already? Already prepared for her dear handsome racer lover to take her on the bed? Haruka drooled on the thought as she proceeded up the stairs of her house to the second storey of the house. Turning to the left was her room but she stopped at her tracks. To her right was Setsuna's room, and she was hearing…moans? But Haruka shook off her thoughts. And went to her room and put her hand on the doorknob.
"Michi…I'm here…" Haruka purred as she opened the door in a swift motion.
Eh? The bed's empty? Haruka moved to touch it. And cold?
"ooohh…Setsuna…"
Haruka whipped around and stared at the hallway through her opened door.
"More…please…"
The voice was so familiar. It's melodic and sweet ye very calming to hear…Michiru?!
"Setsuna…Don't you dare stop!"
Michiru?! Sleeping with…Setsuna?! Haruka let her mind roll. Setsuna's room was painted a deep shade of purple and her bed sheet was silky maroon…Haruka once joked about Setsuna trying to make her room seem lustier and Setsuna responded with a slap on Haruka's face and kicked her out of the room, literally.
"Michiru…I want it too…"
Haruka's mind ran wild and her heart raced. Were they having…sex? She could totally picture Setsuna's long tan legs tangled up with Michiru's fair creamy ones in a smooth feel. She could picture them rocking together in a movement only they know…and Setsuna using her tongue to run over Michiru's creamy legs making them a little…moist. Oh God, no!
"Aww!! Setsuna!!"
Now Haruka can picture Setsuna running her tongue up Michiru's thighs onto her stomach, eventually stopping at Michiru's delicate naked breasts. Ravishing them, enjoying them, sucking them, feeling them. Michiru only makes the "Aww!!" sound when Haruka does that…doesn't she?!
"Michriu! Don't squirm!"
Is Michiru dying to be taken by Setsuna now? Or Michiru is moving because…Setsuna's tongue is inside of her…feeling her in and out of her sensitive bud? Or it's Setsuna's tan long fingers that are inside…?
"Ooh! Ooh, ooh, ooh!!"
Oh my goodness. Haruka can totally picture Michiru huffing against the wetness of Setsuna's tongue and melting under her delicate touch, wanting more and more, pushing further to get more of Setsuna engulfing within her…Oh no. Oh no no no no no. Please, no…
Haruka sprinted to in front of Setsuna's room door and lifted her hands was about to knock when she heard-
"Oh Sets you are the best…even Haruka doesn't come close."
"Hoho I'm flattered…so you are…enjoying?"
"How can you doubt my enjoyment?"
"Because I want to test your skills, too-"
Haruka burst in with fury.
"Michiru how could you I thought you loved me I thought I was the best lover for you I thought-"
Michiru looked at Haruka with a questioning eye and cocked her head sideways. Michiru was lying on her front totally on Setsuna's bed with Setsuna sitting on her back. Both, fully clothed and having a blank look on their faces. Setsuna's maroon sheets looked so crumpled up, but, clothed?
"What-"
"Explain yourself, Tenoh, for barging in here like this."
Now that was the Michiru's voice that Haruka knew she was definitely in trouble for. Haruka winced and stuttered, "I-I-I thought you t-two w-were…"
"What did you think?" Michiru's voice cut sharp.
"Haruka I'm giving Michiru a full body massage, do you want one too?"
"I…er…"
"Tenoh Haruka, you better run now before-"
The door slammed closed.
Setsuna and Michiru exchanged knowing smiles. Who knows what really happened?? Who knows. Only they know ;)
(Impersonal)