Red Senshi Diaries: Seduction
I guess there were a lot of things about her that drew me to her. I mean, anyone
could tell she was lonely. And...ok, I'm blushing as I write this...I admit it!
She was a challenge! I mean, how do you seduce somebody that knows about
everything before it even happens?
She was always so mysterious, too. And I just knew that there was a passionate
nature locked away behind all that formality...you didn't need someone of my
abilities to tell that! And...ok, I'm blushing again...people think I'm totally
shameless sometimes, but little do they know...well, I figured, just think of
all the things she must know! I mean...she's been around so long! She must know
every technique there is! So, yeah, I'll admit it, I was curious! Is that so
bad?
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So, anyway, I went to see her. I arranged it very carefully, Minako, agent
double-o-eight and a half, that's me. I made sure it was a day when Haruka and
Michiru would be out all day. I mean, not that that wouldn't be interesting,
too, but...wait, um, that's not what I...I need to stop writing in pen!
So, anyway, when I heard from Usagi that she and Haruka and Michiru were going
to take Hotaru and Chibi-Usa to an amusement park one particular Saturday, I
decided that this was the perfect chance! I mean, gotta strike when the hot
opportunity knocks on the batter, right?
I knocked and waited, feeling a little nervous. Somehow she managed to startle
me when she silently opened the door. I stood there for a second, completely
forgetting the lines I had prepared, before swallowing hard and saying, "Hi! I,
uh, I just thought I'd stop by because I was around, and, uh, I have something
for you and...oh no! I forgot it!" I slapped my forehead, realizing that I'd
left behind the pastries that Makoto had helped me make the night before. "Well,
if it's a bad time, I can come back later, but I just thought-"
"No, it's not a bad time at all, Minako. Won't you come in?" she said calmly. I
thought I saw a smile tugging at her lips for a second, but by the time I was
inside I realized I must have been mistaken, since she looked as serious as she
always did. "Would you like some tea?" she asked.
"Um...sure! Tea would be great!" I replied. I noticed that two cups were laid
out on the table and groaned internally. She had known I was coming!
I settled in across from her and smiled brightly at her as she poured the tea.
She glanced up and smiled back. To me, she always seemed transformed when she
smiled. Like she was a little more alive, or something...
Anyway, so we drank tea and I relaxed a little. Eventually, I decided I had
better tell her the reason I had (ostensibly) stopped by.
"I wanted...I just wanted to thank you," I said.
One delicate eyebrow curved upward elegantly. "Thank me?"
"For...for what you said. About me being a leader, I mean." I took a sip of my
tea and a deep breath. "I know I'm not there yet, but I'm beginning to
understand what all the work, all the training alone was for. It was hard, being
the first."
"You have a great potential, Minako. I am amazed, sometimes, that all of you
have done so well, considering that you have had so little training. It is very
different from the way it used to be..." She looked across the room, her eyes
distant for a moment. Then she turned back to me, and opened her mouth as if to
say something else - but instead her eyes grew wide and she stared past me -
through me for several seconds.
"What's wrong?" I asked, alarmed. "Are you alright?" She blinked at me for a
moment, and took a breath, and then another. I noticed that her breathing seemed
a little ragged.
"Sorry about that, Minako. I, um...sometimes I have visions of the future that
are very intense."
"You saw a vision of the future just now? What did you see?"
"I can't tell you." I glared at her. She held up her hands defensively. "I'm
sorry, I really can't!" She picked up the teapot and began to pour herself
another cup. A small clinking sound made me look up, and I stared, facinated.
Her hand was trembling as she poured the tea.
She met my eyes and put down the pot. "Usually I can just brush them off, but
the more immediate the future, the more intense the vision..." She picked up the
teapot. "This is getting cold, I'm going to take it into the kitchen to warm,
alright? I'll be right back. Er...let me refill your cup, as well." She picked
up my cup before I could protest. Funny...she almost seemed to hurry out of the
room. I even thought for a second that her color was heightened, but it must
have been a trick of the light.
I sat, listening to the sound of tea being poured into delicate china cups, and
waited for her to return. Suddenly, I heard a crash and a curse from the
kitchen. After freezing a moment in shock (more at the word that I had just
heard coming from her lips than at the crash) I jumped up and ran to the
kitchen.
A small lake of hot brown tea was spreading beneath the shattered remains of one
of the delicate china tea cups. She was standing on the other side of it,
bending over the mess in dismay, and muttering, "...am distracted today, I
should have seen that coming and used the other cups..." She looked up at me,
and her cheeks seemed a little flushed, but that was probably just because she
straightened up so quickly and the blood had rushed to her face.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
She gave me a wry grin. "I'm alright, but the teacup's not, unfortunately," she
sighed.
"Don't worry, I'll help you clean it up!" I said, reaching down to pick up a
large shard.
"No, wait!-" she cried - but she was too late.
"Oh!" I stared at the cut on my finger. "Oops!" I said, and put my finger in my
mouth.
It was at this moment that things got a little peculiar. When she didn't say
anything, I looked up at her, only to see her staring at me. Specifically,
staring at my mouth. At first I thought she was experiencing another vision, but
no, she was definitely looking at me. I was so startled that I just stared back
at her for a second, and then I slowly pulled my finger out of my mouth. Her
eyes widened a little.
"Um, hello?" I said.
She blinked. I thought I saw a hint of a blush on her face, but it was hard to
tell. She sounded a little breathless as she said, "You...you should put a
band-aid on that, you know."
"Oh, it's just a little cut. It's nothing." I assured her.
She nodded. "Still, it's better to be safe than sorry, right? You wouldn't want
it to get infected or something..."
She stopped, seeing I was grinning at her. "Will it get infected? Can't you tell
me?" I asked.
Without a word she took my hand lightly in her own and stared down at my finger.
For a moment her eyes became unfocused, and then she closed them and frowned
with concentration.
My whole arm began to tingle.
Suddenly her eyes flew open and she dropped my hand as if it had burned her. She
stared right at me, a shocked look on her face.
"What's the matter?" I cried. "Is it going to get infected after all?"
She stared at me blindly. This time I could tell that she was definitely
blushing. "Infected?" she asked blankly. "Oh! That! Um...no, no it won't get
infected...as long as we put a band-aid on it right away!" And with that, she
fled the room.
I waited for her to return, puzzling over her unusual behavior. This wasn't
quite how I had anticipated this day going.
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She took long enough that I started to get a little worried about her. Normally
she isn't the kind of person you could ever worry about...she comes across as
the most self-sufficient of all of us. But today she'd been acting so
distracted...
I looked down at the tiny cut on my finger, wondering what she had seen that had
startled her so much. Maybe, I thought, maybe it was going to get infected...and
it was going to get into my blood...and they were going to have to cut my arm
off! Maybe it would be too late, and I was going to die! And all because of a
silly little cut! And she would be wracked with guilt, knowing that the teacup
she had broken had started it all...
I ran down the hallway and into the bathroom, where she was standing very still
and staring at the contents of the medicine cabinet. "Don't worry!" I cried,
tears in my eyes, "I don't blame you! It's not your fault they have to cut my
arm off!"
She looked at me and blinked. "What?"
I sniffled. "It's not your fault! I should have been more careful about picking
up the pieces!"
She just stared at me for a moment. "Minako? What are you talking about?"
"Well...you seemed so upset...I thought that maybe it will get infected after
all..." I trailed off, watching the most unusual expressions flit across her
normally stoic face. First she frowned, then her eyes widened, and then a look
of comprehension flooded over her features. And then...she did the oddest thing.
She began to laugh! It started as a little giggle, but pretty soon she sat right
down on the bathroom floor and laughed until she cried.
I was upset at first...I mean, there I was, with my arm ready to be cut off, and
she was laughing at me! But her laughter was infectious...and before I knew it I
was sitting down there with her, roaring with laughter. When things calmed down
a little, I asked her, "What's so funny?" but that just set her off again! You
know how it is...
Anyway, finally we had laughed ourselves out, and I figured that whatever she
had seen couldn't have been so bad after all. Still, I had no idea what she was
so hysterical about.
So she wiped her eyes and said (hicupping a little) "I told you it would be
alright," and with that, she held up a little band-aid.
I blinked at her, and then started to chuckle again...
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You know, that whole incident really did break the icing on the cake...
Eventually we got the band-aid on my finger and stood up. I managed to meet her
eyes in the mirror without getting hysterical again, and when I did that, I
noticed something else.
"Hey, have you ever thought of doing something different with your hair?" I
asked.
She just stared at me and raised an eyebrow. "Well...I have had a lot of time to
experiment with it." I slapped my forehead. "I just think that this style suits
me the best. And it's easy to care for," she said calmly.
I continued to look at her reflection in the mirror thoughtfully. "I know...I
know that you must have tried every possible style for it, but..." I gulped,
"Maybe you could let me try doing something with it sometime? I'm pretty good
with long hair."
This, if I do say so myself, is an understatement. I'm great with long hair. I
have some experience, you see.
Anyway, so, she looked thoughtful for a minute, and then, I swear, she turned
bright red (and with skin as dark as hers, that's not an easy thing to do!) But
she just shrugged, and grinned, and said, "Sure. Why not?"
So that's how we ended up in her room, her in front of an antique dressing table
with a big mirror, and me brandishing a hairbrush with a mother-of-pearl handle
and cackling evilly...on the inside anyway. I was cool as a kumquat on the
outside.
We tried a lot of styles. Some of them were gorgeous, and some of them were
hilarious. Like when we put her hair up in odango...Oh, wait, forget I wrote
that! I wasn't supposed to say anything about that...um, so, uh, anyway...
Well, finally, we got her hair up in a style that looked just beautiful on her.
It was swept up off her neck and piled atop her head in an extremely classy way,
and held in place with a gorgeous comb (also made with mother-of-pearl).
I turned her around and asked her what she thought. She smiled at her reflection
and caught my eye in the mirror. After a moment she said softly, "I love it.
It's beautiful." Her eyes held mine in the mirror.
For some reason, I felt my heart speeding up.
Still holding my eyes, she added in a voice just a trifle husky, "Thank you,
Minako..." she trailed off, her voice hardly more than a whisper.
My breathing quickened a trifle.
"Um..." I tore my eyes away, looking down. I was sure I was blushing. Glancing
down was a mistake, though, because I found myself looking at her neck, at the
long expanse of impossibly smooth skin that was exposed now that her hair was
away from it. Unthinkingly, I let my eyes roam over it, exploring it. There
wasn't a single blemish or flaw. I wondered if she had ever had a zit in her
life.
When I realized I had been staring, I looked up again, ready to apologize - but
I stopped. She wasn't watching me watching her, in fact, her eyes were closed.
And her head was tilted ever-so-slightly to the left, leaving the right side of
her neck open, vulnerable, tempting...
Well, I'm only human.
I looked at her neck again, fascinated. My head leaned in towards it, as if
magnetically drawn. A second...an eternity...passed when my breath barely
brushed her skin. Still she sat, her eyes closed, and gave no sign that she felt
me.
I couldn't resist. My lips touched her skin on that exact spot where her neck
met her shoulder. Another second passed.
A sigh escaped her lips. A long, soft sigh, as though she'd been holding her
breath for her entire life, waiting for this moment. I trailed my lips up her
neck, and touched her earlobe, breathing into it very, very softly.
I noticed goosebumps appearing on her arms.
I became bolder. I slipped my arms around her waist and up underneath that
little jacket she always wears. The red blouse beneath it was silky, and I
revelled in the feel of it under my fingers. My hands slipped upwards, over her
breasts, her nipples hardening at my barest touch.
She moaned, just a tiny moan, but it made me look up...
...and I saw our reflections in the mirror.
It was...incredibly erotic. I slid my fingers downward again, watching her face,
her expressions as I did so.
"Minako..." she sighed.
"Mmmm?" I said. My mouth was busy teasing kisses down the other side of her
neck.
"Ah...wa-...ah...wait..." I could hear the unwillingness in her voice. She
didn't really want me to stop. She gasped as my hands finally found their way up
underneath that lovely, silky blouse.
"Why?" I whispered, directly into her ear. She sucked in her breath.
"Beca--ah...becah...sssse..." I flicked my fingers over the hard knots of her
nipples, feeling her skin through the lace of her bra. She writhed at my touch.
"Mmmmmm...Minako...I--I--" I pinched them, gathering lace and nipple together,
and she stopped trying to talk.
"You what?" I said softly, and nibbled on her ear again.
She pulled away from me, up and out of the chair. She turned to face me. Her
face was flushed, her blouse, no longer tucked in, stuck to her skin. Her hair
was still up, but a few strands had come loose, and hung softly around her face.
She was a beautiful sight.
When she caught her breath, she said, "Minako, I don't know what
you're...expecting, but I haven't done this in a long time. A really long time.
A really, really, really long time."
I think it was the last "really" that got me. Of course I asked the only logical
question.
"How long?"
She shrugged, and then shivered. Clearly even that small movement incited
sensations in her sensative breasts. "I kinda...swore off awhile back. After a
time, one loses track of the centuries..." she trailed off, looking
uncomfortable.
I just stared at her, unable to imagine it, unable to fathom it. I'd never
really thought about how long she'd been around, what she's gone through...or if
I did, it was only in terms of experience...think of all the things she's done!
Living all that time, getting to try everything...
Now, as I stared into her eyes, for the first time the full weight of her burden
hit me. Living, yes, but living while others died, while the world changed
around her. Experiencing, yes, experiencing and experiencing again until all has
been experienced, until it seems like there is nothing new left to
experience...only variations on a theme, recycled experiences...
Unable to die, unable to forget, holding on, waiting for the one to come and
living for that...only for that, and for no other reason. I reeled as for a
moment the full weight of her centuries fell upon me. And then I looked into her
eyes again and I saw something else. Reborn desire, and, as at the bottom of
Pandora's box...
I saw hope.
"Well," I said, moving forward and still holding her eyes with mine, "Let's not
let that really, really, really long time get any longer, then, shall we?"
And I saw something else light up her eyes.
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I knew that I would have a lot to live up to. But I didn't care. I had an
advantage over those phantoms of the past. I mean, I am the Goddess of Love,
after all...
Besides, I'm the kind of person that lives in the present. I don't dwell on the
past or worry about the future, for both will take care of themselves, one way
or the other. I always try to live in the now, eking every possible drop of
flavor from life. I think, because of this, I was just what she needed. And
somehow, I had known that. Perhaps in some way, she had, too.
Well, enough of this talk. I know, you wanna hear about what happened next,
right? Hmph, I'm tempted not to tell you...
Except I can't help it. Alright, so here's what happened next...
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As I said, I moved towards her as I spoke. I think, in that moment, that I
managed to do the impossible. I think I actually surprised Sailor Pluto. Even as
I finished speaking I reached up and pulled her lips down to meet mine. Her eyes
widened for a moment, and then she gave herself entirely to the kiss.
As soon as our lips touched, and my skin began to tingle. It started at the
point of contact and spread throughout my body. The area between my legs began
to throb with a steady and not unfamiliar rhythm. I brushed my fingers along the
back of her still-exposed neck, and she shivered. Keeping my lips on hers, I
trailed my fingers down her chest. She moaned softly. I could feel the sound
against my lips, and I nearly lost control myself at that point. Instead, I took
advantage of the slight parting of her lips to touch my tongue, very lightly,
against hers.
It was electric.
I have no idea how long we kissed, but I finally pulled away and suggested
mildly that she divest herself of that ridiculous jacket. From the speed with
which she removed it, I would say that she was more than happy to comply!
Somehow, we were on the bed. I slipped a hand up a pantyhose clad leg, enjoying
the feel of skin and fabric against my hand. She did the same to me, except that
I wasn't wearing pantyhose, a fact which seemed to delight her. I pushed her
shoulders into the pillow and kissed her hard, holding her in place using the
sheer leverage of my body. She responded by pulling me directly on top of her,
holding me in place against her body. This time I groaned, feeling heat shoot
through my body as she pressed up against me. She grinned at me then, an almost
feral grin, but I just grinned back and began nipping at her neck.
Finally I got the damn blouse off her and pulled down the lacy bra. Her skin was
so incredible...like mocha-colored silk. Her nipples were darker, flushed and
erect at the sudden exposure. She arched back uncontrollably as my mouth found
one target and my hand another. I ran my tongue lightly over the little knot of
flesh, teasing her, marveling that touching such a small bit of skin could
elicit such sounds from a grown woman. I stopped marveling...or thinking at all,
really, when her hands reached down and found targets of their own. But just
before I lost myself to sensation entirely, I remember thinking, I knew this was
a good idea...
Pantyhose are all very well, but I wanted more of her. I wanted to touch every
inch of her, feel each centimeter of her skin with hands, my lips, my tongue. I
drew them off gradually, breathing against her inner thighs as I went, which
made her groan and open her legs to me as far as her skirt would let her. I
trailed my hands down her legs as I freed them from the confining fabric,
leaving goosebumps in my wake. When her legs were free I decided that I hadn't
spent enough time on her arms, so I captured one and began stroking it, from
shoulder to fingertip. I kissed her palms and ran my thumbs over them lightly.
She groaned. Her body twisted of its own accord, arching upwards and silently
begging for release.
I took my sweet time helping her get the skirt off, and when she finally lay
there, completely naked, I sat back on my heels and just stared at her for a
moment.
"Well?" she said softly, looking at me through half-lidded eyes. "Do you like
what you see?" Slowly, I nodded, unable to speak.
When I did get my voice back, though, the first thing I said was, "Let me show
you how much I like it..."
After that there was no more talking for a long time, just the sounds of our
breathing, and sudden gasps and cries.
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Several hours later, we were awoken by the sound of a key tunring in the front
door's lock.
"Oh no!" I whispered. "They're home!" I heard steps back and forth, and then a
cry.
"Setsuna! Setsuna, are you alright?" Hurrying steps from the kitchen to the door
to her room. I pulled the covers over my head and hid. A quick knock on the
door, and then it opened before she even had time to respond. A heard Michiru's
voice again, muffled through the blankets. "Setsuna, there's a broken teacup in
the kitchen and cold tea on the floor...did something happen?"
Setsuna's voice responded, "Oh! The teacup! I forgot!"
Michiru's voice was still concerned: "This is very unlike you, Setsuna...are you
alright?"
"Yes...yes, I'm fine, don't worry," Setsuna positively giggled, and I rolled my
eyes. Oh no, that won't make them suspicious at all...
Another voice came from the direction of the doorway, "Oho, what do we have
here? What did you do to your hair, Setsuna?" I could feel her tensing beside
me.
"Oh, um...I, uh..."
I could hear the voice coming closer. "It's spread out over your pillow
here...but why do I see gold streaks in it?"
"Haruka, wait!"
The cover was pulled off of me part way, and I blinked in the sudden light,
looking straight into the grinning face of one Tenoh Haruka. "Good afternoon,
Minako. Nice day, isn't it?" Her grin grew wider as Setsuna sputtered and I
blushed, sitting up and pulling the cover back up enough so that I was decent.
She sighed. "I'm so hurt! You guys got together and didn't invite us?"
I hadn't thought it was possible to blush anymore. But I looked her in the eye
and said calmly, "Well, I wouldn't mind..."
Haruka chuckled and looked across at Setsuna, who was still struggling to regain
her composure. She clearly threw her back off balance when she said softly, "I'm
glad."
Setsuna looked down. "Haruka. I--" She stopped and looked up, her eyes growing
wide and distant.
"Setsuna!" I said, alarmed. "Is it another vision?"
She blinked a few times and then focused on me, and then Haruka, and then
Michiru, (still standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips) and then
back to me. Then she did the oddest thing!
"Oh no!" she groaned, and pulled the covers right over her head.
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I don't know why I'm writing to you about this...well I do, in a way. I always
liked you and thought you were cute, as I'm sure you knew. But of course, you
were taken, right from the start, and I was always jealous. Now that you know
about us all, I can have my revenge. I hope you really liked my story. Maybe
you can even show it to your girlfriend!
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Motoki groaned as he came to the end of her letter. Three more hours before he
got off work! And now he was all...That little minx!
The bell on the door jangled and he looked up quickly. A lovely red-head stepped
into the arcade. "Hi, love," she said, smiling sweetly at him. "I thought I'd
come surprise you at work!" She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and noticed
the letter he held in his hand. "What's this?"
"Uh....."
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