Tenoh Haruka wants to become the wind (swordoftheskies) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-07-30 00:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kaioh michiru (sailor neptune), tenoh haruka (sailor uranus) |
Who: Tenoh Haruka and Kaioh Michiru
What: Off on vacation! Also, little manifestations of their powers.
When: Backdated to about 18th July.
Where: The flight to Tokyo.
Rating: Expect the worst. NC-17, at least, because someone decided to join the Mile High club.
Status: Complete!
Michiru sighed, more than happy that their vacation would finally happen. After having to cancel twice, she’d been afraid that it would end up never happening. All she wanted was to have some time on her own with Haruka. No paparazzi butting in on their trips out, no manager trying to get them to rehearse nonstop, and no issues of having to keep quiet (even if that never really stopped Haruka from getting her volume up).
She shifted in her seat in the airport, looking out over the sea. “Haruk-...” Turned to look at her in the seat and just smirked. “Honestly...” This woman slept far too much sometimes. Never before had she heard one person say ‘five more minutes’ before in her entire life.
It wasn’t long before she got tired herself and rested her head on her shoulder, resting her hand on her upper thigh and closed her eyes. When she woke up, it was by a hand gently shaking her shoulder and because she knows who it is, she cooed out. “Five more minutes...”
Haruka had every reason to sleep on the flight. It wasn’t like the trip back to Japan was short by any means, and she had been kept awake all night the previous night by a certain violinist who just couldn’t keep her hands to herself.
Besides, travelling sucked. On so many levels.
“You always try to wake me up when I fall asleep... don’t try to use my own tricks on me.”
It wasn’t like anything was going to keep her from resorting to some more... underhand tactics.
“But, the flight isn’t over yet...” Snuggled back down against her. Sure, they were first class and things were a bit more, private, but using other tactics would be cruel. Not that she wouldn’t mind of course.
She knew Haruka was just trying to wake her up so she could eat, but she really didn’t feel like dealing with getting up. She’d spent most of the night before the trip packing and making sure everything was set. “Just give me a few more minutes, then I’ll get up.” She tucked even closer wrapping her coat closer around her shoulders.
Haruka rolled her eyes and slipped a hand underneath the coat, tracing idle patterns up her stomach. “I know what a ‘few minutes’ is like with you. I’d be stuck here all alone and bored for hours.”
“And you are cheating...” Sucked in her breath to try and not be so obvious with what that little of a touch is doing to her already. “Just because this is mostly private to even the attendants doesn’t mean you have the permission to do things this public.” Not that she’d stop her, but it was worth saying things!
Haruka chuckled softly, shifting to nip lightly at her ear. “Like you’d complain. I know all about your little... fetishes.” If joining the Mile High club happened to also be a part of said fetishes, she really wouldn’t complain. It was probably the most fun she’d have on the entire flight, after all.
It’d definitely be better than putting up with the attendants’ terrible attempts at flirting.
“You... Evil man.” Bit her lip to stifle a moan that so desperately wanted to escape. What was it about her that made Haruka have problems with keeping her hands to herself? She couldn’t see it, and she wouldn’t really complain. Haruka was a god when it came to sex, and knew already every inch of her that tingled with excitement at even the lightest touch.
She pushed her hands away, trying to gain some form of composure. “Okay, I’m up.”
Well, that was easier than she’d thought it’d be. Haruka pulled her hand away, making sure to let the touch linger for perhaps a moment or two too long. “Good. Means I’ll finally have someone to poke at to help keep me amused.”
She was the sort of person who was always active, in one way or another. Being in a cramped plane meant an obvious lack of activity... and as a result, a stupid amount of pent-up energy.
“Is that all you want me here for, love?” Rolled her eyes and sat up properly, unable to keep from yawning. “You’re like a child. Do I have to get your a colouring book and crayons to keep yourself amused?” Snickered while plotting to ask the attendant to get her some
She grabbed her brush from her carry on and ran it through her hair, fixing her shirt.
Haruka rolled her eyes, poking Michiru once for good measure. “I’m just a little... tense. All this energy’s building up, and... well, I’ve got nothing to do with it.”
It was also giving her more and more urges to do faintly terrible things, but Michiru didn’t need to know that.
Michiru rolled her eyes, tapping twice to her knee. “Give me a minute, then follow me in.” She smirked and stood up, making her way to the plane’s bathroom area after grabbing a change of clothes for something a bit more comfortable.
Once inside she slipped off her pants and shirt and waited, she could get dressed properly when they had finished their fun.
Seriously? Oh, this was why she adored this woman... once she felt enough time had passed, and once she was sure nobody was looking, she slipped off after her partner, the slightest smirk forming when she saw her.
“Guess I wasn’t the only one thinking this...”
She didn’t even give her much time to speak, not responding with anything other than locking the door behind her and kissing her as fiercely as she dared. She was glad that the first class in this plane was bigger than economy, but it would still be a bit cramped. She didn’t care.
When she eventually broke the kiss, not pulling away far, she spoke. “I was thinking of it since we got on the plane...”
Haruka smirked, slowly trailing her hands down her sides. “I thought I saw that glint in your eye... you’ve done well to hide it so far.”
Michiru was clearly more versed in the arts of being subtle than she was. She kissed her again, fiercely as she could, a hand moving to press against her. No sense in taking too much time with this, right?
“Can’t give any clue to the attendants or you. You’d have dragged me here before my nap if I’d signalled any further.” She let out a low moan at the touch, jerking her hips up against her hand. It was her turn to tease, she bit down at her neck while pushing firmly and rubbing the packer up and down.
While she did that, she worked on unzipping her pants and moving things from her boxers and everything while urging Haruka to do more by jerking her hips up more firmly.
Michiru was clearly a woman after her own heart. Haruka couldn’t help a low moan, managing to stifle it somewhat by biting her lip, before moving her hand to just lightly tease at her clit. Maybe it was evil, but honestly, she didn’t care.
She couldn’t help but jerk her hips forward, or the rather loud moan that escaped her lips. Haruka would be the death of her, and she would love every minute of it. She shifted her panties to the side and looked at her. “Love, please... I need you inside. Can’t take too long in here or people will get suspicious...”
She didn’t have to ask her twice. Haruka quickly lined things up, roughly jerking inside her, biting at her neck to keep herself from letting out a low moan. She could make this quick if they had to. She’d make up for it later.
She better make this quick, they can’t get caught, even if that’s just spurring on things. At the first jerk inside she let out a loud moan, locking her legs around her hips and began rocking her hips in time with hers. She shuddered and dug her nails into her neck, trying to keep quiet as she can.
It was hard to keep quiet when with someone who knew her quite as well as this. Haruka growled under her breath, keeping a fairly rough pace, angling in a way that she knew got to her. If she got loud, she honestly wouldn’t care - Michiru’s moans were always welcome to hear.
“You’re a bit of a bastard, love. “ Bit down at her shoulder to keep the low roll of her moans at least someone contained. She was evil and she obviously knew it. It took her quite a lot not to get sweary, or to talk too loud that the people nearby could easily hear her. She let one low moan escape that was quickly covered up by yanking her down for a kiss.
The kissing worked. Haruka responded as fiercely as she dared, lightly tangling a hand in Michiru’s hair... and, naturally, speeding up her movements just the slightest bit. Maybe she was a bit of a bastard, but she knew that was just part of why Michiru loved her.
Michiru couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, her hips moving desperately as she’s already insanely close. The combination of being where they were, having not done much that past week from packing and making sure nothing went wrong, and all around having a libido that Priapus would be jealous of.
Haruka’s response to that was to slip a hand down between them, rubbing at her clit as she went harder and faster still. It wasn’t like this would entirely satisfy her, but... waiting did tend to increase how good things were for her. Even if the rest of the flight would be sheer torture.
“Haru...” Bit down hard at her shoulder to try and stifle any noises she made. It wasn’t much of that before she came and hard, jerking her hips up quite rapidly. When she’d come back to a bit of focus she leaned back and tipped her head against the wall, trying to catch her breath. “Damn that... Fuck...”
Haruka chuckled softly, slowly pulling out of her. “Glad you approve...” The bite had affected her, she’d admit that much, but she was trying to avoid showing it. It wasn’t exactly like they’d be able to tend to her needs without making people suspicious.
Looked at the clock on her phone before turning the water on as if she were having a sponge bath of sorts. She pushed Haruka to the wall and dropped to her knees, smirking up at her. “I think I need to return the favour, love.” With that she ran her tongue up it, pushing firmly back while letting out a little moan.
Haruka bit her lip to hold back a moan, her hips pressing forward just slightly. “You... don’t have to. I’d hate for us to get caught...”
Even if she was fairly sure that Michiru would just take it as encouragement. Or find it an incredible turn-on and just jump her all over again.
Yes, it was a huge turn-on, but she wasn’t about to give into that again. She took it into her mouth and began to move her head, timing everything as best she could. This was too much fun really, she couldn’t help but move her hand down to touch at her own clit.
Michiru was honestly far too good at this. Haruka lightly tangled a hand in her hair, a little moan escaping her lips. Maybe it was just the concept of what they were doing, but this actually felt better than usual - maybe she’d suggest doing more daring things more often.
She smirked, pulling away to shake her head before going back to it with far more vigor than she had before. She pushed it firmly down, going quickly while rubbing rougher at her clit, causing her to moan rather loudly.
That made Haruka’s hips jerk fairly roughly, her grip tightening in her hair. How did this woman know just the right way to get to her? She’d already managed to get her pretty damn close... “God, Michiru...”
She kept at it, quickly rubbing at her clit while going quicker against everything for her. It wasn’t long before she came again with a ragged moan, not easing up on her movements for Haruka in the slightest.
It didn’t take much longer. Haruka had to bite down at her own hand when she came, largely to muffle the rough moan that wanted to escape. She couldn’t help the jerking of her hips, though, or the way her grip tightened all the more in Michiru’s hair.
When she was certain she was done, she pulled away and started to fix things so Haruka could go back to her seat. “That was... Hot.” Knowing she made her bite her hand was so much fun. She stood up and began to get dressed in her clothes for properly sitting down.
Haruka let out a low chuckle, quickly fixing her pants and boxers, adjusting her shirt just slightly to make sure it was still covering the binder properly. “It was certainly something... I like this daring side of you. I’m just surprised it took you so long to ask...”
Hey, she’d been very bored before.
“Oh hush you...” Shuddered. She was nowhere near satisfied, but she can wait. Once Haruka has left, she got properly dressed and fixed her hair. She walked out as if nothing had happened, glad that no one had seemed to show any suspicion . “It was fun.” She said after sitting down and took her hand. “How much longer for the flight?”
Haruka shrugged, checking her watch once she was settled back in her seat. “Too long? I hate being stuck in this stupid thing...” As much as her dreams seemed to involve the skies and the winds, airplanes just didn’t sit right with her, largely due to how insanely cramped they were.
There had to be a better way to travel, honestly. She’d be stiff for days after this.
“They aren’t that bad... Honestly. You just don’t know how to sit still.” Rolled her eyes and began to sit herself comfortably. Once with her leg propped up on her carry on, a pillow behind her lower back, and the tray down in front of her she leaned back. She’d grabbed her sketch book and pencils on her search for clothes, so she eagerly began to work on something. Just to pass the time.
She looked over to Haruka who seemed none too pleased with her, she rolled her eyes and leaned down to hand her a small bag. Inside it was a fully charged 3DS she purchased for her, in a sky blue, and 4 different racing games for her to choose from. “Have fun, you big kid.” She meant that in the nicest way possible of course. Haruka acted like a child who had too much sugar a lot of the time.
Ooh. That was many levels of awesome. Haruka couldn’t help a grin as she pulled it out. “Remind me to thank you for this later, Michiru.” The more physical kind of thanking, because she was honestly a terrible person. An awesomely terrible one, to be precise.
At least this would keep her amused for quite a while
.
It better keep her amused, she’s not in the mood to deal with an antsy Haruka really. She sighed and just focused on her work, setting her earbuds in her ears to listen to things. She’s quietly working on putting down what she sees in dreams on paper. Currently working on drawing out that woman of gold and a throne.
She sighed, setting the pencils down when the cart of food came up. “Having fun?”
Haruka half-shrugged, flipping the system closed. “The physics are a little off. Pretty common problem with racing games, though.” All the same, she’d probably go back to playing it after the food was dealt with.
Sometimes, being so easily amused was truly a blessing.
Shook her head and smirked. “Forgive me distancing. I didn’t have the patience... Flying actually terrifies me so I focus on something else.” Put her things away and grabbed the plate. “Doesn’t help you insisted I take the window seat so you didn’t feel as cramped.”
She set to quietly eating, finding it rather good for plane food. Plane food is usually terrible after all.
Well, that was certainly one way to make Haruka feel bad. She bit her lip, trying to act as if it wasn’t that big a deal. “Sorry... you know there’s nothing to worry about, right? I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.”
True, it wasn’t like she could actually deal with massive problems, but it was very unlikely that anything like that could happen.
“Of course. To protect me from a giant hunk of metal careening to the dirt where the chances of dying from a crash are high.” Her hands are starting to shake but she’s ignoring it, focusing solely on finishing her meal as quickly as possible so that she can go back to her art. She sighed, looking to see Haruka’s face.
Seeing her expression made her feel bad. “It’s fine, love. I have to get over my fear anyway, right?” Always one to make sure Haruka’s issues came first.
“You could’ve just said something, Michiru... I would’ve found a way to help.” That she also happened to be the soldier of the skies from time to time might’ve been worth mentioning, but the mere thought of that goddamn miniskirt unsettled Haruka. Stupid thing.
Why couldn’t they fight in something more practical? True, the miniskirt offered a great range of movement, but it was fairly impractical for most other things.
“I didn’t want to impose...” Put her headphones back in when she was done and began drawing again, nervously looking out the window and back. She hated flying, only part of traveling back to her homeland she hated.
She shuddered and bit her lip hard, nearly to blood. This was not going to end well.
Haruka sighed, gently pulling Michiru close. True, it was awkward with the cramped conditions, but she could deal. Especially since Michiru clearly needed something to help... “Just focus on me. Not what’s going on outside.”
She was trying to focus her powers to some level, attempting to use them to comfort her. She’d done it in the dreams, once or twice, so it only seemed natural that she’d have the same sort of ability here.
“It’s not that ea-” Gasped when suddenly the plane started to shake. She clinged tight as can be against Haruka, pushing her head into the chest. “I don’t want to die!” Held even tighter, Haruka should be glad for the binder because she’s digging her nails in quite hard.
She’s tapped against on the shoulder and asked to lean back and put her seatbelt on. “But...” The attendant told her to just hold Haruka’s hand and to focus on the back of the seat in front of her. The attendant closed the window for her and put up the tray. Telling her things were going to be fine.
“She should know, you know. Does this sort of thing for a living,” even through the binder, Haruka had been able to feel that. Hey, she’d been digging her nails in incredibly hard! “Just relax...”
Yeah, she knew it wasn’t that simple, but it was worth a try.
“I guess...” Took her hand and squeezed insanely tight, hand shaking the whole while. This is not fun and the turbulence is just getting worse. “Haruka... Do something please...” She knows it’s probably not possible, but it helps her to ask.
She lets out a yelp when the plane drops a bit.
Haruka squeezed her hand in return, trying not to let on that, yes, that hurt. Quite a lot. Closing her eyes and focusing on their joined hands, she managed to do something. She couldn’t quite describe it herself, other than as a rush of sheer energy.
“I’ll do what I can...” Although she didn’t know it, the symbol of Uranus briefly flickered on her forehead as she pressed a gentle kiss against Michiru’s hand.
She noticed the symbol, but paid it no notice, of course. She’s seen it before. It took a bit but the plane soon settled right, and after another long while they were told they could remove their seatbelts. She sighed and let go of her hand, not realising she left red indentations of where her fingers were.
“That was... Terrifying...”
Haruka, to her credit, didn’t let on just how much that’d hurt. She flexed her fingers slightly, just to test if she still could, and winced just slightly at how much that hurt. “You’re getting stronger, Michiru.”
Maybe it was part of their powers. If that was the case, she was mildly worried as to how much stronger the two of them would get. She was pretty sure ‘we broke it whilst we were... intimate’ wouldn’t work for an insurance claim.
“Oh... I’m so sorry!” She took hold of her hand quickly, and placed a gentle kiss against it, her own symbol flickering for a few seconds, trying her best to ease the pain.
When she was sure things should be fine, she pulled away and smiled up at her. “Sorry... Flying terrifies me. Much like going insanely fast.” Poked her shoulder gently.
In a sudden fit of immaturity, Haruka stuck her tongue out at her. “I can’t help it. The speed’s just... part of who I am.”
Hell, even in her dreams, she seemed to be one with the wind. It was only natural that she’d crave such extreme speeds, right?
“Continue to stick your tongue at me and I’ll just get ideas.” Rolled her eyes and went back to just sketching things as she saw them. “Or, I could give you a million ideas and not do a damn thing with you the entire trip.”
She smirked and tapped the pencil to her chin. “How does that sound, love?”
Oh, that was cruel, even by Michiru’s somewhat terrible standards. “Michiru... that’s just... you’re terrible.” And yet, she loved every moment she was with her. Haruka couldn’t explain that if she tried, other than with the somewhat vague ‘destined couple’ description that Setsuna had given her.
There was a moment of silence. “...I’ll be good.”
Smirked and patted her shoulder. “Good boy.” Even though they were secluded from the rest of the plane, only them speaking, and no reporters to find out- she’d always use male pronouns. Always. She leaned back and continued her sketching, leaning against Haruka’s shoulder because she felt like it.
A little while into it the pencil fell, followed by the pad of paper. She’s fallen asleep again, and it was probably for the best. The more sleep time, the less time she had to panic about being in the air.
It honestly meant a lot to Haruka that she’d do something like that. Most other people probably wouldn’t be half as respectful towards her... Michiru always was. It did wonders for her gender, to say the very least.
She couldn’t help a soft chuckle when she fell asleep, lightly pulling her close so she could use her as a pillow. At least this way she’d stay mostly calm.