Haruka watched the shoreline speed past, the waves breaking before and foaming behind the great ship. Rei had decided to forego her return to Kinki, and Ami was not in Chugoku, so the cruise ship was speeding around the southwestern tip of Honshu's Yamaguchi-ken to land in Okinawa and return to Kyushu's Nagasaki-ken before the rendezvous with Makoto and Ami in Shikoku. Haruka knew the scenic trip would leave them in the water throughout the night, and she wondered how she could possibly sleep with Michiru lying in the room next to her. She hadn't realized until she kissed the aqua-haired beauty that she wanted the woman very much. Haruka closed her eyes and imagined running her hands over Michiru's soft skin, pulling her dress off and marveling at the white skin underneath, kissing her neck, her belly, her breasts . . . "My! Aren't we ambitious!" Haruka started at the liquid voice, relaxing as she realized that the young duchess was smiling. "How did you know?" Michiru stopped beside Haruka, hands clasped in front of her, deep sapphire eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "I'm not sure. But I heard your thoughts from down below, and your lust is pulsing off you in waves." Haruka blushed slightly, smiling as she wrapped an arm around Michiru's waist and pulled the woman to her side. "It's all your fault, you know. If you weren't so hot, I wouldn't be making love to you in my mind." "You could always do it for real," Michiru whispered, purring against the blonde's side. "You've gotten me curious." "Won't your parents be angry?" "Of course, but I don't care anymore. I want to be with you, Ruka, no matter what anyone else thinks." Haruka looked down at Michiru, startled by the name. "What did you call me?" "Ruka. I've been thinking about it since we met, and I do not believe that Haru is a very good nickname for you. I like Ruka, hard and soft at the same time, a tough exterior, but with a musical quality. Do you mind?" "It's perfect. How do you know about my musical talent?" "I don't know. I just do." Michiru took both of Haruka's hands in hers and pulled the duchess down to the cabins. "Why don't you show me your talent?" Haruka remembered thinking how lucky she was to have found Michiru. *~*~*~*~*~*~* Haruka closed the door and smiled at the nymph of a Duchess hanging onto her hand. Smiling, she pulled the smaller woman into her arms and very gently kissed her on the edge of her pink lips, smiling when Michiru leaned closer, desperate for more. "Not yet," she whispered, enjoying the feeling of control. "Later. Tonight we'll go slow." She leaned in again, letting Michiru pull her into a deep, loving kiss, the smaller woman's hands searching . . . finding Haruka's round breasts, cupping them and squeezing, delighting in the older woman's gasp. Haruka growled, long fingers searching for the strings that bound Michiru's dress. Finding them, she watched with one eye as the soft fabric fell to the floor, revealing a very thin silky under-dress, which followed the heavier material an instant later. Michiru shivered as Haruka guided her backwards, laying her on the bed and pulling back, completely in control. "What?" "You're just so beautiful," Haruka whispered, running a finger down Michiru's cheek. That hand continued lower, stopping to play with Michiru's pink nipples before dipping between her white legs. Michiru gasped, arching her back, as Haruka's hand disappeared, long fingers searching for her lover's sensitive clit. Haruka grinned as Michiru pulled back; found it. Pushing deeper, she gasped as she entered the younger woman, the warmth shocking her. She hadn't had much time to herself in the Arena, but she hadn't wasted the opportunity to explore her body. "You're so hot," she groaned, pushing deeper, meeting the tight resistance of a virgin. "And tight." Michiru groaned and Haruka pulled back. "Am I hurting you?" Michiru shook her head. "No . . . it just feels so good . . . please don't stop." "Never." Haruka reentered the nymph, watching as Michiru jerked, hands reaching for Haruka's breasts. Haruka let her fumble with the tunic as she moved higher on the bed, straddling Michiru's long legs as she thrust again and again. Some old, buried memory surfaced, telling her what to do, how to make the woman really squirm. Smiling, Haruka pulled her finger out and watched Michiru as she licked the woman's juices off. She tasted . . . different. There really wasn't any way to describe it. She tasted good. That was enough; it didn't have to be explained. Ignoring her lover's frustrated whine, Haruka leaned down and covered her tiny pink nipple with her lips. Michiru groaned, amazed that such a simple action could feel so damn good. She caught her breath long enough to be amazed that a woman could make her feel such amazing sensations, the tiniest pinpricks of pain transformed into the greatest waves of warmth, pleasure, feelings she couldn't fully describe. She wanted to make Haruka feel that . . . Haruka caught Michiru's hands as they reached for her partially-covered breasts. "No touching," she whispered. "Just lay back, koibito, relax, and enjoy. I remember how to do this properly." "Remember," Michiru echoed. "Remember, Ruka? From when we were Senshi?" She was silenced, her curiosity stilled, as Haruka's lips covered hers, agile tongue delving, tasting, caressing. She sucked gently, smiling as Haruka moaned, her hands caressing Michiru's smooth skin. Pulling back, Haruka let her tongue travel the path her fingers had drawn, pausing to gently suckle each hard nipple before traveling even lower, gently spreading Michiru's legs. The Duchess gasped, biting her lip, as Haruka's talented tongue slipped inside her, finding pleasure points only a long-time lover should know. They had been lovers in a previous life—they had to have been. All thoughts fled as Haruka searched deeper, one hand holding Michiru open, the other rubbing circles around her clit. Michiru began to twitch, the motions becoming more violent as each touch sent waves of unimaginable pleasure through her, pushing her higher and higher until she didn't think she could stand it anymore. Just before she exploded, died, fell over the edge, it stopped, Haruka pulling back, feeling the wetness in her own pants. Michiru moaned, reaching for her lover. "Please don't stop," she whispered, begging, pleading, too horny and desperate to care how she sounded. "I'm not," Haruka assured her, amused at the woman's reaction. Somehow, she had expected it. Suiting action to word, Haruka carefully and slowly slipped two long fingers into her lover, making sure she didn't hurt the woman. Curling her fingers and twisting her wrist, she grinned as Michiru's half-scream filled the room, arching almost off the bed. Haruka grinned as she quickly brought Michiru back to the edge, sensing her own orgasm near. She was going to come if Michiru did, she was sure of it. Leaning down, Haruka gently kissed the smooth, warm, sensitive skin around Michiru's clit and bit her. Hard. That time Michiru really did scream, nearly knocking Haruka off the bed, her juices covering her lover's hand and face, soaking the sheets. Haruka groaned as she shook with the force of a much less powerful orgasm, crawling up and half-covering her shaking lover, lending the smaller woman her warmth as she ripped her soaked pants off and dropped them on the floor. "Are you okay?" "Yes," Michiru whispered, a smile spreading across her face. "Better than ever before. How did you know what to do?" "I just did. We've danced this waltz before, koibito. Can't you feel the connection?" "Yes," Michiru admitted, smiling. "I can." She reached up and slipped Haruka's tunic off, dropping it on the floor as she pushed the older woman onto her back. "Let's see how much I remember, shall we?" Haruka rested her hands on Michiru's back, watching as the smaller woman attacked her breasts, nipping and sucking, roughly kneading the soft flesh, Haruka groaning at the sensations. She caught Michiru's hands, pulling the woman up for a kiss to save her aching breasts. "You really like them . . ." she murmured. "More than I could explain. I don't even know why . . . breasts are my favorite." She returned her mouth to one breast as her hand wasted no time slipping between Haruka's strong thighs. She slipped inside, marveling at the warmth she found, trying to thrust as hard as Haruka had been able to. But she wasn't the strong, seasoned warrior the Arena had turned her lover into, and the muscles in her arm protested her speed. She pushed herself up, trying to change the pace, but Haruka reached out and caught her arm. "It's okay, Michi," she whispered, pulling the woman's hand free. "I know that you're tired. Just relax, okay?" "But I didn't . . . I couldn't . . ." Haruka pulled Michiru into her arms and kissed her gently. "I already came, Michi. I came when you did. There'll be plenty of time to try later, maybe later tonight. For now, just relax." "I love you so much," Michiru murmured, closing her sapphire eyes as Haruka pulled a warm blanket up to cover them both. "I feel like I always have." "I know. I love you, too, and I always will. Go to sleep now, my little nymph." *~*~*~*~*~*~* She was so warm and content. She couldn't remember ever waking up feeling so . . . right. Michiru sighed as she rolled over, gasping as her muscles complained. Opening her eyes, she reached out to caress her sleeping lover, savoring the word. They belonged to each other, and Michiru could no longer deny that. Haruka had never even tried. The blonde stirred at the soft caress, opening her amazing emerald eyes and smiling. "Good morning." "I think it's afternoon," Michiru chuckled. "We slept through morning." "Can you blame us? We were up all night." "Kami-sama, Ruka; we kept the ship up all night." "They're just jealous." Haruka stretched, groaning, and Michiru laughed at the expression on her face. "Oh my . . . I don't think I've been this sore since my first fights at the arena. You are quite an opponent, love." "I'd prefer to think of myself as a partner. And you're quite a handful yourself, Wind Dancer." "That's really sweet." Haruka leaned over Michiru and kissed her gently, letting her hand trail down the smaller woman's body, soothing the slight aches she knew the woman was feeling. "Michi, tell me something." "Anything, Ruka." "Do you love me? Really love me?" Michiru sat up, albeit painfully, and cupped Haruka's chin in her hand. "Ruka, I love you more than my life. You showed me that I can be myself and drop all of my pretenses and lies and the shields I built to keep others out. No matter what my mother and father say, I can be me. That's the greatest gift anyone could give me. When I thought you chose Mako-chan, I was so upset. It was worse than being alone. Then you said that you wanted me, and my life found new meaning. Ruka, if what I feel for you isn't love, than I don't know what is." Haruka wiped the tears out of her eyes, pulling Michiru into her arms. "I don't think I could have said that any better myself. I love you, Michiru. I never thought I'd get the chance. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't rescue me from that arena." "Neither do I," the sea senshi purred, snuggling back into her lover's arms. "I wonder if anyone will remember to come get us." A loud knock on the door interrupted their conversation, and both looked up as Rei burst into the room, beaming at the couple as she jumped onto the bed, nudging the door closed as she leapt. "Hey! Look at you two! It certainly took you long enough!" "Rei-chan! What are you doing?" Rei grinned at the blushing duchess, smiling at Haruka. "I wanted to see if I was dreaming last night. Kami-sama, you two were loud! Both virgins, huh?" Michiru blushed, and Rei patted her on the cheek. "Don't worry, we all started somewhere. Even Minako had a first time. A long, long time ago." "And you?" "Who do you think Minako had her first time with?" Rei laughed as she stretched out on top of the blanket, lying between the two lovers. "Well, did you have fun?" "Rei-chan, you sure are nosy. Minako-chan never mentioned this side of you." "She probably also never mentioned that she and I refuse to let Setsuna sleep alone when she wanders down our way." Michiru blushed at the thought, and Haruka laughed. "I knew there was something between the two of you! Why are you telling us now?" "I was waiting for you two to hook up. Minako never goes for attached women, though married men might catch her eye now and then. I know of a couple of engagements she's broken. As long as you two are lovers and comfortable with being a couple, she won't mess with you." "You were protecting us from your girlfriend?" Rei nodded. "She's pretty feisty. You'll like her, though; she's very sweet. So, when are you gonna' get married?" "Rei-chan! Out! That is enough of your speculations!" Michiru dumped Rei on the floor and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring until the miko bowed and slipped out of the room. "Good luck," she whispered before she closed the door. Michiru smiled at Haruka. "She's not usually that feisty and energetic." "I have never seen her like that," Haruka murmured. "She was always so calm and quiet at the Arena. Maybe because she was busy plotting our escape. Is this Minako-san anything like Rei-chan?" Michiru laughed and glanced at the closet, contemplating clothes and food. "She's a lot more energetic. She doesn't ever have a gloomy moment. She reminds me a lot of our princess, which may be appropriate since they are cousins." "Will we meet her soon?" "Rei-chan wouldn't have it any other way. Now that I think about it, I'm glad we'll be able to visit all of the Regions before returning to Tokyo and the queen. You're a lot more confidant and happy than you were when I picked you and Mako-chan up. This trip has done you a world of good, and you want to be at your best when we get to the Silver Palace." She slipped out of bed and reached for an appropriate dress, glancing at her lazy lover. "Though if we keep this up much longer, the crew will murder us for want of a good night's sleep and you'll never meet the princess." Haruka grinned. "Let 'em try." "Haruka! You're impossible! What am I going to do with you?" "Would you like to come over and find out?"
Back to True Destiny Index - Back to Sailor Moon Shoujo-Ai Fanfiction