AUTHOR'S NOTE: Spent a lot of time wondering if I wanted to continue and complete the story...still not sure but here's chapter 2.
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Haruka's breathing was rough, fast, the same pace as her body as it slammed up and down onto Seiya's thighs. They were face to face, both sweaty and surrounded by each other's musk and arousal. They locked lips even as Haruka continued to bounce upon the faux cock; oh, how technology has changed for those and their gender expression. Seiya kept her eyes on Haruka, cheeks red and dazed, feeling every movement Haruka made on her cock that sent signals to her clit; her head leaned back, hitting the bed board. She felt herself close to the end, her eyes closed and her hands on Haruka's ass, giving it a slap or two prior to her release.
She bit onto Seiya's lip, "Give it to me, Daddy."
"Oh fuck..." Seiya dug her nails deeper into Haruka's ass, her nails piercing deep making Haruka hiss. Seiya's body spasmed all the while Haruka still rode her like a enthusiastic cowgirl in heat. Haruka felt the liquid pump into her once Seiya's orgasm hit; oh, how technology has changed for those and their gender expression.
Seiya smiled looking up at Haruka, her heart rate slowing down and she laughing. She hugged onto Haruka, kissing her breast and moving her hands up and down the blonde's back. Haruka raised herself off, the faux seed spilling from her cunt and onto the cock; the cock limp as it was no longer receiving signals from Seiya's clit. Haruka didn't know how much the cock was, apparently the insurance paid for it once the LGBT clinic assigned and arranged for Seiya to get it after her top surgery was complete.
The younger woman laid down next to her lover, placing her hand on Seiya's chest and snuggled up.
"Wait, a minute...we done?" Seiya asked, moving herself so as she could move downward on Haruka's body; however, the green eye woman brought her girlfriend back up and kissed her on the lips.
"I'm tired. Today was so busy with the cooking class and them wanting to test my abilities at the race track on my bike..." It was true; Haruka had learned some new recipes at the cooking class Makoto taught and after, she had to go down to the track to see if she was capable of getting back on the dirk bikes. Her race car driving career was still out of the question but it was looking like she may be able to get back on the bike, at least that's what her physical therapist said in her last visit to see her. The day simply left her body exhausted and stretched to the limit.
While Seiya settled for that answer, not wanting to push Haruka, soon falling asleep afterwards, Haruka laid awake. Not wanting to admit the real reason she didn't want to continue making love to Seiya: she had a dream, another dream of her past life. In this dream, the woman was slender, pretty, with flowing aqua marine hair; her smile gave the sun competition and her voice if an album, would blow the charts away. But it was the way she played the violin that even in her dreams Haruka found herself crying, waking up to tear stains on her pillow and Seiya perplexed. Who was this woman and why did she dream so much about her?
Haruka placed the flat iron to her hair; she wore a light red dress that held on tight to her figure, her high heels matched the color of the dress, heels about an inch off the ground. Her lipstick was also red, legs recently waxed, freshly showered, and with light perfume that smelt of lavender and seduction. Once done with her hair, she turned to Seiya who was flipping her tie. Not needing to exchange words, they simply engulfed one another into a kiss and Haruka finished fixing Seiya's tie for her.
The keys to the BMW Z8 was thrown to Haruka; the young woman giddy upon jumping into the front driver's seat. Seiya made sure to put her seat belt, her body automatically slamming into the seat once Haruka hit the road. Of course she was confident in her woman's ability to drive, still it didn't stop her from feeling anxious as the blonde zipped and zapped in between roads on the busy Tokyo streets.
The event for the record label to introduce new artist for Sony was on a ship on the Tokyo harbor. It was nearing sunset and the breeze was being pulled from the ocean onto the passengers. Haruka put a hand in her hair to stop it from blowing away, and Seiya put a hand on Haruka's shoulder to stop her from blowing away. They entered into the reception room with all eyes on them from other artist, to executives, to journalists, and vloggers; after all, the two were one of the most famous couples in all of Asia.
Seiya pressed herself up against Haruka; the couple going from person to person and group to group to talk amongst the attendees. During one such conversation, Haruka could feel Seiya's arousal from behind. Seiya liked playing such games in public; Haruka was a bit more traditional yet she still played along with it.
"Yo Seiya, man, where you been?" The couple turned to see Yaten coming their way, Taiki not far from foot. The three of them slapped hands and gave each other a shoulder hug. "You meet that new violinist? All the girls are fawning over him."
"Oh yeah..." Seiya said.
"He's about to perform..." Taiki mentioned.
Haruka stood back behind the sisters, and listened to the announcer step onto the stage to introduce one of the several new artist on the label. Kaioh Michiru. Haruka's eyes got wide, and she nearly dropped her glass of red wine when she saw the woman step onto the stage. Haruka looked around, remembering Michiru went by he/him and they all addressed her as such. Haruka made a mental note to make sure she didn't slip up with the pronouns if she were to be introduced to Michiru even though Seiya said she went by both in private, that may not be the same for public.
Michiru was forsakenly handsome; her hair was cut short with a curls toward the top end, as well as with a fade on both sides and back of the head. She wore two silver stud ear rings on either side of her ears. Her eyes brows thin, her shoulders broad. Her attire was that of a white European suit followed by the same color and style of shoes. Haruka lost her breath and only caught it when Seiya stepped to her side, placing a hand in the small of Haruka's back.
"That beat is sick, uh?"
Haruka simply nodded at her girlfriend's words.
And the way Michiru played the violin...she played so gently, a small smile upon her face, her eyes closed-Haruka couldn't take it; her heart was beating fast and she suddenly felt hot. She excused herself from the event and went into the hall and ran up the stairs where she came face to face with a huge painting on the wall, depicting a dark blue sea. Haruka hadn't noticed Michiru had opened her eyes when she noticed the blonde had left the vicinity.
At the bottom of the painting, it read, Kaioh Michiru. He painted too! She stepped closer to the painting, completely in awe with how dark and gruesome it seemed, especially compared to a woman who presented herself as so elegant and refine even if presenting as a man to the general audience and public-
"Do you like it?"
Haruka jumped, turning to the figure and saw her. Her mouth opened to speak, but she couldn't especially when she looked into the deep marine eyes of hers.
"Do you like it?" She asked again. She paused again but continued when Haruka still hadn't said anything. "I painted it from a dream I had."
A light chuckle came from Haruka. "A dream? More like a nightmare."
Michiru let out a daunting laugh; her voice was deep, it sounded natural or maybe she had help with hormones; Haruka didn't know, either way, she sounded as though she were a general commanding an army, a presence known. Haruka blushed and looked away. There was that beat of silence again. "My name is Kaioh Michiru...may I have your name-"
"No." It was quick and direct. She looked at Michiru. "There's no need to know my name-"
"I'm not trying to be funny."
"I didn't say you were," Haruka said, her brows glared at the woman, noticing Michiru truly did have an American accent when she spoke Japanese. "What reason does a man have to know a woman's name besides for one?"
"Haruka?"
Haruka and Michiru both looked down the stairs from the bottom of the floor of where the event took place to find Seiya standing there, brows furrowed and lips tight. She glanced at Haruka and was observant to noticed her distress appearance. She held out her hand and Haruka ran down the steps and took it, soon leaving Seiya to enter back into the event, leaving Seiya and Michiru alone.
Seiya took a deep breath, rolling the heel of her shoe on the tile floor of the ship. Her hands in her pockets and looking at the floor, she finally spoke, glancing up at the green haired masc presenting woman. "I'm not sure how they do it in America but it isn't polite to come for another man's procession."
Michiru glared at Seiya's words. "Haruka is not your property..."
Seiya paused. "...Yes, she is."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Next chapter...not sure, but hopefully, I can get into the swing of this story and continue more.
