Tenoh Haruka wants to become the wind (swordoftheskies) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-10-01 23:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kaioh michiru (sailor neptune), tenoh haruka (sailor uranus) |
Who: Tenoh Haruka and Kaioh Michiru
What: Vaguely romantic things!
When: Just after their conversation in this.
Where: The beach!
Rating: Standard Haruka and Michiru warnings, so NC-17. Complete with 'accidentally' getting it on at the beach.
Status: Complete.
At the moment, Haruka felt like a pretty crappy boyfriend. She’d been so caught up in the dreams, and later the complete insanity of the network, to pay much attention to Michiru. True, they still had their occasional ‘I just had a miniskirt moment, help’ interactions, but... those didn’t really count.
So, moonlit bike ride and something at the beach. That sounded like something good for them to do, some time for them to be together somewhere at least a little private... maybe she’d even work up the courage to tell her the thing that’d been constantly coming up in her mind over the last few weeks.
When she pulled up outside, she sent a quick text, temporarily slipping her helmet off. Hopefully, Michiru wouldn’t keep her waiting too long.
She hadn’t been waiting long, no. Haruka always did have a good hold on time, maybe getting whacked on the head with that key made your time management better? She’d research it, but who would be the test puppet? Haruka maybe? She giggled at her own thoughts, jumping only slightly at the change in ringtone her phone had. “Who replaced it with motorcycle sounds...?”
Ah! She was here. She grabbed her coat and bag and hurried down, nearly tripping over Poseidon. “Dammit, cat! Watch where you’re sitting!” She rolled her eyes and stepped out. “No, it just makes you a dork in a bikesuit!” To answer the text she’d been sent.
If it’d been anything remotely manly, Haruka would’ve pouted. Instead, she chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I feel so loved... at least I look damned good in the suit.”
Especially since, in her eyes, it added to the more masculine image she was trying to maintain. It was very rare that anyone’d ever doubt her when she had the suit and the helmet on... although, admittedly, a lot of that boiled down to the years of experience. “And hey, at least I’m yours.”
“And you’re staying that way for as long as I want.” Gave her a coy smirk before straddling behind her on the back, wrapping her arms firmly around her midsection. Last time she was on the bike, it didn’t end as well as they’d like. Speed still terrified her to some extent after all.
It would take everything she had not to let on just how scared she already was, even if she doubted that it would last with the new found ‘sensing’ of each other they seemed to have developed. It wasn’t a perfect connection yet, but it did enough. “Let’s get going before I back out and make us walk.”
“Just hold on tight. I’ll get us there safe,” Haruka slipped her helmet back on, making sure Michiru was holding on right before setting the bike into motion. She could vaguely sense something at the back of her mind, but couldn’t quite pinpoint it.
Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t good. She tried to focus her energies a little, trying to soothe whatever fears or doubts Michiru had - whilst it was still awkward to do, she was definitely capable of doing both that and riding the bike.
And the soothing seemed to honestly help. She closed her eyes, resting her head on her left shoulder blade. She’s learned to follow the direction of her body whenever they turn so they don’t crash or anything goes wrong! Haruka should be so proud of that at very least. There’s still a tiny amount of fear in the back of her mind, but she can all but suppress it with the assistance her lover is giving.
She focused on their conversation before, about the princess bathed in moonlight. She should have known there was importance in the moon from the start. She loved painting the moon over the sea, loved painting at night, in her little window during full moons. Throughout her life the moon seemed to prey heavily on it, and now she was slowly beginning to understand.
The Moon was something that’d been part of both of their lives for so long that it almost seemed natural to discover that it was so important to them. Haruka hadn’t had the artistic side of things to help her discover it, but... it’d always felt best at night. She’d always felt freer, less tied-down to the things that were going on around her.
For someone growing up with gender issues as severe as hers were, it’d probably saved her life.
Haruka had taken a turn too hard, causing Michiru to clench even tighter around her midsection than before. She still despised speed. How could Haruka go so fast without fearing for her life? Speed often ended in death. Haruka had barely managed to coax her on to a mild rollercoaster on one of their previous dates.
At this point the soothing is not doing what it should be. She keeps feeling in the back of her mind a small memory of riding like this, only she was riding in a school uniform. What the hell?!
Haruka had known taking the corner that hard wouldn’t exactly end well, but... sometimes, you just didn’t have a choice. She’d apologise once they got there, and once other road users stopped being absolute idiots.
Goddamn Americans and their bad driving.
She better apologise a lot. At this point Michiru is actually starting to show dots of tears in the corners of her eyes. Haruka has a lot to make up for! Scary driving is scary! When they do actually manage to get there, she is the first one off and her legs are wobbly. Shaking from nerves and trying to get control of her fear.
“You...” Held at her shoulders, forcing herself to just look out at the ocean. Focusing on the rhythm of the waves.
“I know...” Haruka slipped off her helmet, leaving it on the bike, and moved to wrap her arms around her waist. “I’m sorry. We picked a bad time to come out... lots of people who don’t understand how the road works.”
Honestly, she’d apologise as much as was needed. She hated putting Michiru through things she didn’t like... sure, the bike wasn’t too dangerous, but it could still be pretty scary for people who just didn’t like speed.
“You better make up for it...” She stepped through the gate, removing her shoes so walking on the sand was easier. Her nerves were already starting to calm. They could go for a walk in a bit, first a swim. Haruka honestly couldn’t have expected them to just go walking, or at least expected Michiru to just walk.
She stripped down to a simple white bikini and gracefully made her way over and into the water, letting herself move with each wave instead of against it. More it seemed the waves moved with her.
It was always incredible to see Michiru in the water. Half of the time they’d spent in Japan, she’d just watched her swim, more than a little amazed by how in-tune with her element she’d become... of course, Haruka herself still couldn’t swim, so that probably added to it.
“You always look incredible like this...” she slipped off the jacket of the bikesuit, slinging it over her shoulder as she watched. One of these days, she’d really have to learn...
“You just like staring at me almost naked and wet.” She rolled her eyes after sticking her tongue at her before diving down and into the water, letting herself float when she needed to. It was always lovely, looking down at the ocean floor where the moonlight hit the rocks. In the smallest flash of light she saw something in the corner of her eye.
She quickly swam to the surface and came up for air. One deep breath in and she flipped back into the water and as far down as she could get. Once in her hand she rose to the surface once more, wiping the sand and algae off of it. It was weird to say the least. A necklace. It was just a silver and gold pendant around a very vibrant ruby. “Who would throw this to the sea? It’s been there a long while by the condition...”
Quick to head to shore, she tried to shine it up as best she could. “Hey! Haruka!”
Haruka arched an eyebrow before coming over, more than a little curious. Why was it that Michiru always seemed to be able to find things like this? Maybe it stemmed back to finding her mirror, considering it let her ‘see’ much more than usual.
“Why would something like that be in the sea?” She knew people threw away weird things, but that was pushing it. “I’d say someone lost it, but... I don’t think that’d apply here.”
“I have no idea either.” She went beside her, trying to get as much sand out of the creases. “I wonder why someone would just throw something like this in...” Holding it up, she looked as it sparkled in the moonlight. “I wonder how much this thing is worth?”
She looked up to her. “What do you think it’s worth?”
Haruka shrugged. “Probably a decent amount. I guess... you know I’m not good at deciding things like that.”
It looked nice in the moonlight, at least. That had to add at least a little to it.
“Maybe we could give it to Rarity? Maybe?” Michiru shrugged setting it inside her bag and took hold of Haruka’s arm, using all her strength to drag her and pull her into the shallow parts of the water and reached down to grab a handful of water and gave a coy, evil smirk. “You need a shower, your hair looks a bit greasy.”
She gently shook her hips while bent over, giving her a bit to react before lifting the water to splash it over her lover.
Okay, dragging her into the water was cheating. It was completely out of Haruka’s usual element, largely due to how much it slowed her down... “Why so evil, Michiru? Isn’t like you...”
Oh, who was she kidding? Michiru could be up there amongst the worst of them when she wanted to be.
“It isn’t?” With that she lifted her hands up and splashed water all over, reaching down to grab another handful of water. She didn’t give her any time to hide or run, she simply lifted it up to splash over her all over again.
That being done she headed off towards the section of beach with big rocks and a place to climb on. She’s in a playful mood, and is content with the world. It was just her and the person she loves most in the world.
Haruka let out a rather undignified yelp, never more thankful that she’d chosen not to go with a white shirt. Sure, she might’ve only been with Michiru, but the paparazzi seemed to have superpowers when it came to getting compromising pictures of them.
Like hell was she letting her get away with that. She was quick to follow after, getting out of the water as soon as possible. The less time she spent in it, the better - and not only because it was getting her pants uncomfortably wet.
She quickly climbed onto one of the rocks, sticking her tongue at her before hopping onto another. She’d noticed that even without being in fuku she was even more agile than before, her balance ten times better than any normal human- if not more.
“You’re slow today, love!” Wiggled her hips. She’s doing everything in her power to tease her like hell.
Haruka rolled her eyes. “Only because you tried to catch me out...” Considering their powers were developing at around the same pace, it was fairly tempting to try and best Michiru at her own game. What was the point in having them if you didn’t take advantage?
She let just a little of her powers seep into her movements, taking a running jump and landing pretty much perfectly behind her. With every dream, she embraced the wind more, became faster and more agile... so, really, catching up to Michiru was child’s play. “This still count as slow?”
And that that startled her so much that she began to slip off, banging the back of her heel in a desperate attempt to catch hold of something. All she saw was a flash of the sky as she began falling down.
Of course, Haruka was quick to move to catch her. She wasn’t letting her get hurt, dammit... that happened often enough in their dreams.
Michiru held tight to her, shoulders shaking slightly. “What is with you and scaring me today?!” Gave a slightly playful, mostly meaning it, glare. She doesn’t pull away though, not wishing to slip again.
Honestly, she’d say Haruka would be the death of her one day, but that’d actually happened. In cruel ways in her dreams. Yet, they went together, that’s what mattered in the very end. Damn they were so depressing!
Haruka shrugged slightly, keeping a tight hold on her. “Maybe it’s just one of those days?” They did seem to happen, from time to time... more now than ever, now that their powers were starting to manifest with any degree of strength. “I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
If she hit her for this, she’d be completely fine with it. Sometimes, it just had to happen...
Michiru does hit her, on the cheek and slightly hard, but kisses her right after. “Of course I forgive you. You can’t help being an idiot that doesn’t know his own strength.” Giggled softly to herself, turning to look up towards the moon. At that very moment, wind blew her hair back and flower petals around them.
“What the hell?!”
Huh. That was... weird. “I... don’t think there are any flowers around here with petals like those...” Honestly, they looked a little like cherry blossoms to Haruka, but that might’ve been down to her complete and utter lack of knowledge of most things like that.
It seemed a little like something out of a shoujo anime, but she couldn’t complain. She tugged her into a gentle kiss, just for the hell of it.
The kiss caught her slightly off guard, but she was quick to compensate for it by wrapping her arms around her neck, and pushing her hips up closer to her. When she broke the kiss after quite a while of it, she ran the back of her fingers down her cheek and smiled. “I love you, Haruka...”
Sure, Haruka had never actually returned the phrase, but that didn’t keep her from not feeling that she was loved, and didn’t stop her from saying it.
Ah. That phrase again. Trying to hide the nerves that this brought up in her, Haruka bit her lip, willing herself to get on with this. She’d been thinking of saying it for long enough... it was just harder to say than she’d like.
“I love you too, Michiru,” that had to be the first time she’d said anything like that in years. She’d probably look back on it eventually and find it utterly ridiculous... “I should’ve said that a long time ago.”
That caught her off guard. She wasn’t expecting that in the slightest. She pulled away and just looked up into her eyes. “Haruka...”
Haruka had expected that. Considering she’d never shown any sign of saying it before, it was probably even more of a shock. “I mean it. In case you were wondering.”
“Oh, Haruka...” Hopped up and wrapped her arms around her neck, kissing her as fiercely as she dared. She hoped she didn’t make Haruka fall off, because that would not be pleasant at all. She gently bit her bottom lip before returning to kissing, tangling a hand in her hair in a fairly firm grip.
So she was probably getting a little too passionate and sexual with it, she couldn’t really help that. this was huge She’d never heard someone she dated say they loved her and actually meant it. Haruka saying it just set in stone how strongly she felt. It made her feel more like this wasn’t her putting too much of herself into it.
When she broke the kiss, she pulled away only slightly, a few tears beginning to fall. “Oh you idiot... You... How am I so lucky? I have everything I ever wanted out of life. And it all managed to come true because you decided to be an idiot and call me names.”
With that she pushed another kiss firmly and almost bruisingly hard against her lips, gripping tighter in her hair.
Apparently, occasionally being an idiot had its perks. Haruka had no idea how she’d become lucky enough to get Michiru, in any life, considering she was hardly perfect. Most people did tend to avoid those with crippling issues... like her issues with her gender, for example.
Thankfully, the increase in their powers had increased her already insane sense of balance, so there was practically no risk of her falling. She focused on the kiss as best she could, responding as fiercely and as passionately as she dared.
She really should’ve said it earlier, if this was the reaction it got. A passionate Michiru was one of those things that pretty much always ended well.’
Michiru broke the kiss after longer than really necessary, looking up at her again. “Maybe we should take this home... Or we could find a place hidden somewhere.” Gave a coy and rather suggestive smirk, lifting a hand to bite gently at her own knuckle. Hey, she could have her fetishes. And she’d brought a blanket for them to sit on instead of the sand. Not that she was expecting to suggest making love on it on the beach, it was just easier than bringing a set of chairs!
Of course she hadn’t been expecting it. It was just incredibly convenient that things had worked out that way! Haruka chuckled softly, lifting a hand to lightly run through her hair. “Whatever you want, Michiru... I guess there’s nothing wrong with us being daring.”
Especially since she’d long-mastered the art of sex without letting her true gender show. If anyone did see anything, they’d be none the wiser about what they were seeing.
“Nothing wrong at all...” An almost sinister chuckle escaped from her lips as she turned around and looked for the best possible spot. A little walks away there was a dock with a rather hidden away section of flat sand that was far enough away from where the waves beat against the shore to keep them from getting wet.
Smirking she took hold of her hand and dropped down. “You, run and get my things. I’ll meet you there.” And to make matters worse for Haruka, she actually removed the top half of her bikini and bounced once facing her before taking off.
Oh, this woman had it in for her. Haruka had to bite her lip to hold back a moan, quickly moving to go grab her things. Much as she tried not to think on that, she was failing rather badly - damn her and her goddamn amazing body.
When she came back to her, she made a point of trying not to look at her for too long. She valued her sanity, after all.
She actually beat her there and was trying to make Haruka look at her in some way. Mostly down to using that connection to try and force her to. If and when she looked up, she’d see her fully naked, on a rock, groping and kneading the flesh of her breasts in each hand. She’s allowed to tease as much as possible, dammit. “Took you long enough~”
Of all times to look. Haruka couldn’t help a low moan, finding herself pretty much unable to look away. She had just the vaguest suspicion she was abusing that new-found link of theirs, but she couldn’t bring herself to care too much. “You’re just impatient today.”
“Can you honestly blame me, love?” Gently shook her chest side to side by just using her shoulders, having dropped her hands down to hold her knees and push them slightly together. Hey, it’s fun! That having been done, she hopped up and grabbed the blanket, bending over to lay it over the sand. She’s made sure to slightly part her legs to show off everything she has to offer Haruka.
She couldn’t blame her in the slightest. Haruka moved over to her quickly, kissing her fiercely and pushing her knee between her legs. If she was going to insist on being impatient, she could do it like that... true, it wasn’t what most people would expect after a confession like that, but they were hardly normal people.
Normal was boring anyway. She had no idea how people put up with it.
Michiru let out a ragged moan, jerking her hips forward against her knee. Normality was definitely overrated. She moved to pull her down on top of her on the blanket, locking her ankles behind her knee to keep her there and attempt to control the level of pressure put against her. During this she tried to keep the kiss as fierce as Haruka was, taking a firm grip in her hair.
Haruka let out a contented noise at the hand in her hair, instinctively pressing closer to her. She let her have what she wanted, allowing her that tiny bit of control over how much pressure she put against her, and nipped lightly at her lower lip.
She was set on making this memorable. Not that doing it outside like this wasn’t, by itself, memorable as all hell.
The thrill of this alone was enough to drive her insane, the bite to her lip just pushed things even further. She pulled her head slightly away to look up at her. “I really don’t know how much teasing I can take...” Reached her hand down to push and rub rather hard against the packer, making damn sure it pushed just right.
She’s needing this far too much and if Haruka waits much longer she is going to get jumped. And it may end in sand in uncomfortable places.
Haruka couldn’t help a low moan, or a slight jerk of her hips. “I thought you liked it when I tease?” Of course, usually they weren’t anywhere quite as public, but... that didn’t make that big a difference, did it?
It made all the difference. If Haruka focused, she could hear exactly what Michiru could. And that was the light chatter of voices and clanking of dishes from the small family run restaurant that was only a short walk away from the dock. She continued pushing firmly up and rubbing, trying to get Haruka into that threshold that made her lose control and just fuck her senseless.
That was cheating. On so many levels. Haruka growled, low in her throat, and yanked her into a fierce kiss, slipping a hand down to rub at her clit. She could deal with her pants later, right? No point in rushing...
Especially since the idea of getting Michiru loud enough to be heard was more than a little tempting.
Ooh, that was evil on so many levels. She groaned into the kiss, jerking her hips forward. It was kind of counter productive on the making her loud front if she kept kissing her. It muffled things after all. All the same her volume did rise, enough to be heard if you were in close range.
Damn Haruka. Damn her good.
Haruka pulled away, a slight smirk on her lips. “You’re so easy to get to sometimes, Michiru...” She didn’t stop the teasing, of course. If anything, she increased the pressure, leaning to bite roughly at her neck. She might’ve been aiming to make her beg, just a little.
Hey, it did wonders for her manly pride.
She was so not getting the privilege of being begged. At least not right now. In fact, she bit her bottom lip, forcing herself to muffle the moans and gasps as much as humanly possible. The last thing they needed was to get caught. It would end in police and jail and fines. But good God it felt amazing to risk.
No wonder Setsuna despaired of them and their libidos.
Setsuna could despair of them all she damn well wanted. In Haruka’s opinion, the only reason she did was because her own sex life was pretty lacking in comparison - they were daring, whereas Setsuna... really didn’t seem to be. At all.
She bit a little lower, shifting to actually work at getting her pants off. One of these days, someone would invent motorbike leathers that weren’t a pain in the neck to get off...
That bite was rewarded with a moan because of that spot. Damn Haruka even more for knowing it’s location. She jerked her hips forward, trying to signal her desperation in her movements as well as the moans that were steadily getting louder. The only saving grace she had at the moment was the roar of the wind and the crashing of the waves.
Which seemed to getting more furious with each bite or moan. Were they thatconnected or was it just a lucky coincidence?
Whatever it was, it was incredibly useful. Haruka allowed herself a triumphant little noise when she finally got her pants undone, slipping them down just enough to allow herself access - no sense in getting more undressed than needed, right?
“You need me that badly?” she lightly ran her hands down her body, stopping just short. “I should’ve known taking you out here’d end like this...”
Really, it only hadn’t the last time because of the whole Talisman-to-the-head situation.
“Can’t believe we didn’t do it sooner.” She honestly would rather Haruka start slow this time instead of just jerking into her like normal, let this last and go along with each slow gust of wind. Haruka had been saying she had become more attuned with the wind, why not show it?
“Not like you to take so long...” Gave her a face, trying to get her to just hurry up and start. She’s going insane at this rate.
Haruka rolled her eyes, moving to kiss her as she slowly eased inside her. It was what the winds called her to do, and who was she to question that? Especially when it felt so damned right to do it...
She let out a low moan, pushing her hips to meet hers whilst tangling a hand in her hair. Okay, so Haruka was in tune with the wind like she said. This was already going to feel so good. She wanted it to be good for both of them so she made attempts to find a rhythm that was different from her usual, but still received the same outcome of direct pressure to her clit. Maybe better
It really didn’t take long until she did find an equally new and firm way of angling. Making so that whenever she thrust in it seemed to drag down her clit and back up.
How did she keep finding angles like that?! Haruka couldn’t help a rough moan, giving a slightly harder thrust out of sheer instinct. “God, Michiru...”
If this was part of that link they were starting to develop, she had even more respect for the damned thing. Anything that let them improve in every sense had to be good... especially when that happened to include making their sex all the more amazing.
Part of it was the link, yes. The other part was staring at the way her hips move a few too many times. She let out a low moan, trying her best to keep quiet. Damn everything that was holy or not! In a fit of instinct she locked both legs around her hips and took a turn at biting at her neck, bent on making a mark this time.
Michiru being the one trying to make marks was pretty rare. Haruka shuddered, trying to keep focused on the movements of her hips... this was one of those rare times where she had to pace herself, to listen to whatever it was that her powers were trying to tell her.
Right now, that meant picking up the pace a little.
Picking up the pace was more than welcome, which should be obvious by how much more her hips jerk up to meet her. She bit down harder before moving to bit a bit lower and a bit harder. Okay, maybe they should do this more often! “Haruka... God.”
Michiru tipped her head back, unable to keep biting. That was okay of course, she already left a more than prominent mark on her neck.
A mark that Haruka would no doubt have to explain to someone over the next few days. Sure, it added to the playboy image, but it’d just end up giving her ideas. Ideas that would probably end in her having to drag Michiru into a closet somewhere.
Taking advantage of her distraction, temporary as it was, she moved to bite hard at that same spot she’d managed to get before, punctuating it with a rather rough jerk of her hips. Two could play at the marking game...
That was one way to make her brain function go out the window. She let out a loud gasp that melted into a moan and digging her nails into her hips. Haruka has only herself to blame really. This was going to end up with them looking like they went six rounds. She lifted one hand to pull her away and bite at a spot right near her ear, making sure to make it as hard as she figured Haruka would take.
That almost caught Haruka by surprise. She let out a fairly loud moan, by her standards, going harder and faster still - if Michiru had expected any other reaction, she was going to be sorely disappointed.
Or maybe just sore. The good kind, though.
“Shit...” Okay, close as all hell now. She went to dig her nails hard in on side of her hips, the other keeping Haruka’s neck close enough so she could bite down. She wants to hear the noise Haruka makes when she comes instead of just growling and biting her.
It wasn’t long before she came rather hard, biting down at her neck for a change.
That was more than a little unfair, but... Haruka was vaguely aware that she probably deserved it. Especially since she’d been trying to get Michiru loud earlier. With the angle working as well as it did, the bite, combined with the feeling of her nails, was more than enough to push her over the edge.
She came with a rough moan of her name, hips jerking fairly forcefully a few more times. Okay... maybe Michiru biting her like that got to her more than she’d like to admit.
Michiru pulled her mouth away and relaxed down, smiling up at her because damn “Damn that’s hot...” She shifted her hips, trying to keep herself from moving the blanket to get sand.
Sand in private areas is never fun.
Sand in private areas was why most people with common sense avoided having sex on beaches. Unfortunately, Haruka had never claimed to be one of those people. “You just like making me go... incoherent.”
It was rare that she did, but damned if Michiru ever let her forget it when it happened.
“It is a lot of fun.” She gave a contented noise, tipping her head against the sand. This was fun, and she was actually already satisfied. She’ll never see her friend order Sex on the Beach the same way ever again. Smiling she pushed Haruka onto her back and ran her tongue up it, keeping her pinned down on both aspects.
She may be going for making it hard for Haruka to ride the bike home for a long while so they’d have the spend a while longer there.
Haruka couldn’t even pretend she’d expected that. She had to bite her lip to hold back a moan, instinctively tangling a hand in her hair. Having sex out in public was one thing, but her actually doing this... it was probably a lot more thrilling than it should be.
True, it wasn’t exactly like it was the first time she’d done something like it, but she never quite got used to it. At least she’d not decided to do it whilst she was driving this time.
A few more licks and she’s taken it into her mouth, pushing her hand firmer down. She knows full well Haruka is sensitive as all hell, and she is going to do everything in her power to take advantage of it. A quick jerk down against it and she pushed all the way down and bobbed her head quickly. Her goal is to get her to come as quickly as possible.
There’s fun in trying to beat past records you’ve set for yourself after all.
Haruka swore under her breath, instinctively tightening her grip in her hair. “God, Michiru...” Even with Michiru’s best efforts, she was set on holding on for at least a little longer. True, she was insanely sensitive, but she had better self-control than that.
Or, at least, she hoped she had.
Oh that was not fair. She almost growled, speeding things up and getting all the rougher. She will get her to come, dammit.
Try as she might, she couldn’t hold back. Haruka’s grip tightened all the more as she came, a rough moan of her name escaping her lips... how was she so damned good at this?
And because she can she kept at it, trying to go faster and rougher to either prolong the climax, start another, or both! She moaned, reaching down to run at her own clit, trying to get faster on her own rubbing because hey! Doing this gets to her too!
Haruka bit her lip, trying to regain some focus, any focus. It was more than a little hard, to say the least. “Michiru... fuck...”
This was definitely one of those rare times where her swearing was totally warranted.
Totally warranted and totally hot. She moaned again,continuing with everything she’s doing. Getting Haruka to this state was a bit too much fun and she wasn’t just going to let the opportunity leave so quickly.
She pulled away for only a second. “You like when I suck your dick, love?” Winked before going back down. Dirty talk and this? Haruka should feel happy.
Haruka’s eyes briefly rolled up in her head, her hips jerking involuntarily. “Y-yeah... God, you’re amazing...”
This was definitely doing wonders for her gender. Amongst other things. She wasn’t sure how much of this she’d be able to take before so much as sitting on her bike became an impossibility.
She’ll keep going until Haruka begs for her to stop. Well, stop with doing the pleasuring. She kissed at her neck after pulling away, wrapping her hands around it and stroking roughly. She’s making sure to angle and keep the pressure that same regardless of it being her hand over it being her mouth.
This might be a bit too much fun, but she honestly couldn’t care let alone think of stopping. She knows full well she’s in control at this moment. No wonder Haruka likes it so much.
Haruka shuddered, her hips instinctively jerking up against her hand. Was she determined to drive her insane? She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, trying to focus on something other than just what she was doing with her hand.
And failing massively at it, of course. “You’re going to break me at this rate...”
“But breaking you sounds like fun...” Bit down harder, jerking even rougher. For once, Haruka will come out as the one with the most marks at this rate, or rather does have more than she does at this point in time. She pulled away only to switch her head to the other side to bit before pushing herself down to straddle her.
Guiding it back in, she went roughly from the start.
Now, this was something Haruka could handle. Kind of. She let her hands come to rest on her hips, trying to match her movements as best she could. Really, it was an unexpected bonus of their powers that it was so much easier to be in-sync with Michiru now.
“Are you that obsessed with riding me?” She lightly dug her nails in, just for the hell of it. If Michiru tried to deny it, she’d probably end up biting her. Most definitely in the good way.
“I am actually... I love seeing the faces you make. You always seem to just want me so much. I can see it in your eyes.” Went a bit faster, reaching down to rub her own clit. She’s thrown caution to the wind and is being as loud as she wants to. The crashing of the waves muffled most of the noise from anyone from hearing above.
It was a bit more than ‘want’. Haruka needed her, in far more ways than just sexually... and maybe she’d say that one day, when she actually had the ability to think back. She yanked her down into a fierce kiss, rocking up into her harder.
It wasn’t long before she came with a little shriek into the kiss, jerking her hips down roughly because damn. She pulled away, going faster, harder down. She wants to get her to come one last time.
It didn’t take too much longer for that. Haruka bit down at her neck roughly, mostly to stifle the dangerously loud moan that wanted to escape, letting her hips rock upwards a few more times.
When she pulled back, she may well have been smirking. “I think we should do things like this more often. I mean, if this is what it does to your libido...”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about...”Turned her face away, trying to hide the blushing. Okay, maybe this gets to her a bit too much. She won’t admit it, because seriously. How do you just admit you like fucking where someone can come watch without blushing?!
Haruka chuckled softly, gently turning her back to face her. “Of course not. Not that there’s anything wrong with what we’ve just done...”
If Michiru ever wanted to do it again, she’d probably quite willingly go along with it. As long as she didn’t actually have to remove her clothes, it was all good.
“Now. Can you walk?” Giggled and got off her, standing to get dressed herself. The idea that she may have brought Haruka to not being able to walk is all sorts of satisfying. “How many did I get you to anyway?
Haruka just about managed to push herself up, clearly a little unsteady on her feet. Goddamn evil... “Three? I think?” Honestly, she couldn’t remember all that clearly... it’d all kind of blended into one big thing of pleasure.
“I feel... Awesome.” She smirked, brushing her fingers through her hair to make it at least somewhat presentable, before bending over to shake the blanket free of the sand and rocks. “We should do this more often... Maybe look into buying a place on the beach?” She looked up to her and smiled. “ We should go up to the restaurant and eat while you recover from what I did to you.”
Haruka smirked. That was a suggestion that really had some merit... “Well, our place isn’t that far. I mean, you can see the beach from there...”
She’d probably still look into it, though. Any place where she could have Michiru entirely to herself was clearly awesome. “Guess we should. Just... don’t answer if they ask why you’re walking funny.”
“You’re the one walking funny.” Stuck her tongue out at her before heading up the wooden steps that led up the side of the hill of the dock.