Brushwork

"How much longer?" Haruka asked.

"Not too much," Michiru assured her from her spot behind the easel. "I just need to do the finishing touches…" Biting down on her bottom lip, she stared at Haruka's pert nipples for perhaps a moment longer than strictly necessary before selecting the right shade in her palette and adding them to the painting. "There, finished!

Free to finally move from her spot on the bed, where she had been posing nude for the last half-hour, Haruka reached for the white button-down shirt laying on the floor. She slipped her arms through the sleeves, fastening only a couple of random buttons before coming up behind Michiru.

"Let me see…" Haruka wrapped her arms around Michiru's waist, resting her chin on her shoulder to get a good look at the painting. "Hmm, nice… Very sensual..."

"You think?" Michiru tilted her head to the side. At first glance, she was pleased with how the painting had turned out, but as an artist, she always had difficulty turning off her inner critic. The longer she stared at it, the more she discovered minor imperfections. "I didn't get your nose quite right, and maybe I should have gone a shade bluer for your eyes..."

"It's beautiful. Trust me," Haruka said, kissing Michiru on the shoulder. "Although not as beautiful as you…"

"Flatterer," Michiru said with a delighted giggle. She turned her head to the side, accepting a peck on the lips. "Anyway, thank you for agreeing to model for me. This is the perfect piece to complete my collection." The collection, which she had been working on for the past several months, consisted of paintings depicting women of various shapes and sizes in the nude, celebrating the beauty of diversity. They were set to go on display at her upcoming exhibition scheduled for next month.

"Any time."

A warm hand slipped underneath Michiru's shirt, fondling her breast.

Michiru let out a soft gasp. "Haruka… I'm a mess. I need to clean-up."

"I have a better idea." Continuing to tease at her nipple, Haruka trailed a line of kisses up to Michiru's ear and whispered, "Why don't you take off those paint-spattered clothes and let me paint you for a change?"

"What?" Michiru turned around, brows furrowed in confusion. "But you don't –"

A twinkle in her eye, Haruka placed a finger upon Michiru's lips. "Shhh, just trust me. I'll make it well worth your while…"

"Oh?" Intrigued, Michiru slipped the smock off her shoulders. "Well, I suppose, if that's what you want…" she said teasingly. She was nothing if not open to new experiences, especially when Haruka was concerned.

"I do." After kissing her once again, Haruka walked over to the desk at the back of the studio where Michiru stored her extra art supplies. "You keep your unused brushes in the top left-hand drawer, right? Do you mind if I borrow one?"

"Go ahead," Michiru said, continuing to strip off her loose-fitting blouse and calf-length skirt – not her most fashionable outfit admittedly, but more than suitable for long painting sessions.

By the time Haruka finished selecting which paintbrush she wanted to use, Michiru was down to only her bra and panties. Haruka frowned, giving Michiru the once-over.

"I meant all your clothes, Michiru."

Michiru arched an eyebrow but didn't protest, reaching behind her back to unhook her lacy teal bra. Haruka watched intently as the bra rolled down her arms and onto the floor. Michiru then slowly pulled down her matching panties, already damp with her arousal, and kicked them aside once they reached her ankles. Though Haruka hadn't said anything about her hair, she untied the red scarf securing her ponytail, releasing her long wavy hair in a cascade down her bare back.

"Beautiful," Haruka said in a near-reverent whisper before shaking her head and clearing her throat. "Good. Now, lay down on the bed, arms above your head and your legs spread," she ordered. "I want every bit of that gorgeous body of yours on display."

Obediently, Michiru did what she was told, situating herself in the center of the bed. The white silken sheets were smooth against her bare skin as she sunk back against the pile of pillows, throwing her arms over her head and spreading her legs wide.

"Like this?"

Haruka didn't respond, once again staring at Michiru with that same intense desire as before.

"Haruka, darling?" Michiru prompted again, amused. Haruka would have never made it as a professional painter, not if the mere sight of a nude model rendered her speechless. "Is this pose what you wanted?"

"Right. Sorry," Haruka said, coming back to her senses. "Yes, hold it just like that."

Michiru expected Haruka to walk over to the easel, but instead, she joined her on the bed, laying on her side beside Michiru and propping herself up on her elbow. "Close your eyes."

By that time, Michiru had a good idea of what Haruka planned to do, but it still took her by surprise when the paintbrush's soft bristles swept across her lips.

"Such a lovely mouth…" Haruka murmured.

She traced the outline of Michiru's lips a couple of times before directing the paintbrush lower, down Michiru's chin and neck. Michiru, still keeping her eyes closed, inhaled softly as the bristles continued their journey downward through the valley between her breasts. They made a long detour to circle around one breast, then the other, Michiru gasping when they reached the peak. There, Haruka teased at her erect nipples, swirling the bristles over them with a feather-light touch that left Michiru aching for more.

"Haruka, please…" she moaned, unable to stop herself from squirming.

"Shhh, you're breaking my concentration," Haruka said, playfully running the bristles of the paintbrush down Michiru's nose. "And try not to move too much. I still need to capture this pose."

So, that's how it was... "You're punishing me for all the times I told you to keep still when you were modeling for me, aren't you?"

"Hmm, maybe… Maybe not." Haruka again began slowly drawing the paintbrush down Michiru's body. "Now, hush and don't move, or else I'll be forced to end the session."

She definitely didn't want that. Obeying Haruka's commands, Michiru did her best to keep as quiet and still as humanly possible, even when the paintbrush finally dipped in between her spread legs. She bit back a whimper as Haruka lightly stroked the lips of her vulva, avoiding the one throbbing area Michiru wanted her to "paint" the most.

"You're so wet for me," Haruka murmured. "Look!"

Assuming permission granted, Michiru's eyes fluttered open to the sight of the paintbrush in front of her face, the bristles damp and glistening with her arousal. Her cheeks went flush, finding the image surprisingly...erotic.

"Always, my love."

Haruka smiled, lowering herself to press a soft kiss to Michiru's lips before bringing the paintbrush back between her legs.

"Sometimes I wish I really could paint…" Haruka admitted in a soft voice, continuing to tease Michiru's outer folds. "Something so beautiful should be immortalized in art."

"You wouldn't mind other people seeing –" the bristles briefly brushed against Michiru's throbbing clit, provoking a sharp gasp as she involuntarily bucked her hips "– seeing me like this?"

"You have no issue showing me off to the world."

Michiru smirked. "Well, they can look all they want, but only I get the pleasure of touching…" To prove it, she broke her pose, slipping her hand inside of Haruka's half-unbuttoned shirt to play with one of her breasts.

Haruka gasped. "You know you're supposed to be staying still…"

"Oh, was I?" She circled a nipple with her thumb, enjoying the flushed look on Haruka's handsome face as she failed to suppress a soft moan.

"Michiru…"

"Oh, fine." Behaving, Michiru pulled her hand away and resumed her previous pose. "How much longer?" she asked when Haruka resumed stroking her folds with the paintbrush, still intentionally avoiding the area Michiru most wanted her to "paint".

"Mmm, not too much…" There was a hint of a smile on Haruka's lips as she brought the paintbrush dangerously close to Michiru's clit, only to back away at the very last second, denying her the release she so desperately sought.

"Haruka…" She was beginning to understand how Haruka and all her other previous models must have felt whenever she insisted they hold their poses for just a little while longer.

"You know, you're adorable when you whine," Haruka teased with a chuckle, leaning forward to land a small peck on the tip of Michiru's nose.

Michiru scoffed. "I'm not 'whining'. I'm merely voicing my displeasure… Haruka?"

At that point, Haruka withdrew the paintbrush altogether, tossing it aside on the white sheets.

"This has been fun," she said, her voice lowering as her hand slithered up the inside of Michiru's thigh, "but I confess I've always preferred painting with my fingers to brushes."

"Oh?" Haruka's hand wandered even higher, her fingers tracing roughly along the same path as she did with the brush, and on instinct, Michiru spread her legs even wider, letting out an encouraging moan. "Mmm, yes, there is something delightfully primitive about finger-pai–AH!"

Taking mercy on her, Haruka had slipped two fingers in between Michiru's slick folds, coating them in her arousal, before finally bringing her fingertips to Michiru's clit.

Michiru inhaled sharply. At that point in their nearly decade-long relationship, Haruka knew her body almost as well as she did, so she needed no instruction, rubbing Michiru just the way she liked it. Michiru's fingers grasped at the pillow behind her head as the pressure building inside her intensified, and it didn't take much longer for her to reach her peak, waves of pleasure crashing over her as Michiru let out a very unladylike shout.

"There, now I'm finished," Haruka said once Michiru was completely spent, luxuriating in post-orgasmic bliss. "And I do believe I created another masterpiece, if I do say so myself…"

"That was some of your best work," Michiru couldn't help but to agree, smiling as she watched Haruka lick her "brushes" clean.

"It's easy when I have such a beautiful muse for inspiration…"

DISCLAIMER: "Sailor Moon" doesn't belong to me.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was written for SM Quickies 2023, using the themes "Shhh" and "You're wearing too many clothes". Luckily, there was no 1000-word limit this year! This is my first time posting a purely f/f smut fic, but I hope you enjoyed it.

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