Tenoh Haruka wants to become the wind (swordoftheskies) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-11-16 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kaioh michiru (sailor neptune), tenoh haruka (sailor uranus) |
Who: Tenoh Haruka and Kaioh Michiru
What: Michiru’s cat trolls Haruka, emotional freakouts and the inevitable. Also, minor explorations of their link.
When: Some time after this.
Where: Haruka and Michiru’s flat.
Rating: NC-17. Typical Haruka and Michiru warnings. They’re like horny teenagers, I swear.
Status: Complete. :v
Well, that had gone fantastically. Poseidon was still quite happily sat right in the middle of Haruka’s back, completely oblivious to her attempts to move him. Stupid bastard cat. She’d never understand why the hell Michiru liked him...
Let it be noted that Haruka was never a cat person.
Maybe Michiru would have at least some mercy on her. The bruises goddamn hurt, and she had a distinct urge to blame Setsuna for pretty much everything. Why had they gone and picked a fight with her anyway?
The moment she’d sent the last text, she meant every word. She was raging, like the sea during a typhoon, and it was unlikely that it would be calmed any time soon. Phone shoved into her bag, bag slung over her shoulder, and into the car she went.
Now, she may have calmed down had she not actually gotten the speeding ticket on the way home - which was probably saying something for her anger to cause her to speed. She pulled into the parking spot and stormed her way upstairs. The keys may have been heard falling five times, alongside very loud swear words and a punching of the door itself.
Once actually inside, she slammed the keys to the counter and into the bedroom to start packing just a bag. It wasn’t so much avoiding Haruka as it was just trying to avoid people in general. She hated when her anger took hold like it was, and the last thing she wanted to do was do something that caused Haruka any harm. Even though she knows full well Haruka will try and say it was alright.
Even if Michiru was angry, it was a great relief that Poseidon finally moved his ass, leaping off Haruka’s back (and making her swear) and making a beeline for Michiru, trying to nuzzle his way around her legs.
“This can’t all be down to the... alien thing, right?” ‘Alien thing’ totally included the mess with Pluto. That was the reason for one of her bruises too! “I think I took the worst of it all...”
“Physically. Yes. Emotionally...” Gritted her teeth and slammed her fist into the bag to try and make everything fit. “Emotionally she hit low roads that I never thought I would ever hear come out of her mouth.” Not that she could actually list them off right now, let alone remember any of it. She was always more emotional. She plotted out their plans to fit their skills. Haruka for battle, she was the strongest of them and what she would strive to get to as she herself fought. She was the agile one, able to move into smaller forms to get to where she was needed.
When the bag was packed, she pushed Poseidon out from her feet and headed for the door, only to have Haruka shut and lock the door and stand in front of it. “Dammit, Move your ass out of the way, Haruka. Now!”
It’d taken a lot of effort to get up, dammit. Like hell was she moving. “Don’t see why I should. Spending a night away from me isn’t going to fix anything.”
To be honest, it was just going to make the damn cat sit on her even more. Evil thing. “There are better ways to vent your frustrations...” And honestly, she didn’t mean sexually. She’d even take Michiru punching her as an easier option.
“Not that I can see. I want to get to the hotel. Shower in the hottest shower I can, take down a sleep aid, and knock myself out until I wake up forgetting today. Alright?” Gritted her teeth again and shoved her fists to her sides. “IS THAT TOO MUCH TO FUCKING ASK?!” Glared up at her whilst trying to keep from hyperventilating herself from anger.
Sure, a less hot shower would do, and possibly cuddling could do the same thing, but right now she’s too upset to think of anything other than the worst possible option for her body. Hot showers are bad if they can burn, and relying on sleep aids to forget your troubles is even worse.
There may be the dottings of frustrated tears in the corners of her eyes but she wouldn’t acknowledge them at all being there. What reason did she? When she could just try and forget all her troubles... Maybe even forget all the way back to before any of these dreams occurred. Before even meeting Haruka.
Haruka wasn’t letting her get away with that as an excuse. She pulled her into her arms, ignoring the protests of her bruised muscles. She could cope. She could handle a lot for Michiru’s sake - that was why she’d took most of Pluto’s ire during their entirely unprofessional fight.
“Michiru, breathe..” she lightly ran her fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her. “If it helps, take it out on me. Few more bruises won’t hurt that much.”
And this is exactly the reason she wanted to go. She pushed her as far away as she could, “I don’t want to fucking breathe, goddammit. I don’t need your prick ass telling me what to do. I don’t fucking need anyone being cuntfaces and telling me what I can or can’t fucking do!” Screamed out all but kicked Poseidon across the room. “Leave me alone cat!”
The cat let out a string of hisses and meows that were an obvious sign of frustration rather than pain, so that was good news. Michiru however was unsatisfied with anything that was going on, and in doing so she dropped to her knees and pulled into a crouching dog position. After getting into the position quickly she screamed as loud as she could between her legs and began rocking back and forth.
The entire time during the battle she could sense each and everyone of the scenes where evil took the lead. So it was trying to keep her mind blocked and fighting, or speaking to people and feeling the scenes spread over her head. Haruka got the physical, yes. Michiru took the brunt of the emotional and mental, and she doubted it would go away as quickly as Haruka’s bruises would. How the hell did the other her, the one in her memories, deal with it? Was it relying entirely on Haruka? Their link? She had no idea but she wanted it figure it out soon before she went insane.
“Michiru...” Haruka knelt down, fairly unsure of what she could do. This was more than a little beyond her usual comfort zone - she didn’t do heavy, emotional stuff. She was a soldier of battle, after all... “I just want to help. In any way I can.”
She could feel enough through their link, much as Michiru tried to block it off. Unpleasant wasn’t the word.
“Make it go away! Make it stop! Make her go back to normal! I want my friend back!” Michiru breathed in too quickly and the blocking quickly dropped. Haruka could feel most, if not all of what was spreading over her. She wouldn’t be able to see like she could, but she could sure as hell feel what seeing it was doing to her.
She could also most likely feel the spread of guilt Michiru was feeling for pulling all the attention towards her. She wanted so badly to be calm and attend to the wounds Haruka had received during their battles, wanted to attempt to soothe the sting of the bruises with what little power they did have. And yet she was in a ball of emotions that was spreading through her psyche.
Haruka pulled her into her arms again, holding her tight. The flood of emotion coming through the link was unpleasant, but she could cope. “I’d make it stop if I could, Michiru... whatever she’s going through, she clearly doesn’t want us involved. Not yet, anyway.”
She had no doubts that Setsuna would eventually open back up to them. The Princess they all seemed to be destined to guard would want it that way, and Pluto had always seemed the most devoted to that cause.
It didn’t take long before her breathing slipped into the quick and heavy breathing of someone who was hyperventilating. It was not fun in the slightest, and Poseidon came over to paw at her. For being an evil cat, he had his moments. Michiru growled and pushed him back away and tried to pull from Haruka’s grasp.
In failing, her mind seemed to focus on trying to cause herself to pass out. It was at this point in time where she’d need some form of distraction, a different onrush of emotions to counterbalance the ones that had taken over her brain. What were said distraction? How is she supposed to know? If she knew, she’d already be fine and dandy.
There was only one thing Haruka could think to do. She pulled her into a kiss, trying to keep it gentle, and attempting to channel as many good emotions into their link as she could. She wasn’t about to have Michiru passing out on her, dammit.
After the initial struggles of protest, and an attempt to actually bite her, she relaxed down into things. It took her awhile to actually return the kiss, but when she did it was staggered and rather sloppy. She was distraught and confused and feeling all but a little guilty for her. In the midst of the kiss, she’s started to cry and shake as her breathing corrected to a slow and steady pace. Exactly where it should be.
When she pulled away, it wasn’t far, and it was to push her face into the crook of her neck and lock her arms around her midsection. “I’m sorry... I should be focusing... On.” Gasped out with cracked words at her throat being dry. “On you.”
Honestly, even if she had managed to bite her, Haruka wouldn’t have stopped trying. Michiru always came first to her, no matter what was thrown at her... which clearly included Michiru trying to bite her. And not in the good kind of way.
“It’s fine, Michiru...” she gently wrapped her arms around her, now fairly sure that she wasn’t going to try and run away again. “More than allowed to focus on yourself at times like this.”
“N-no... No it’s not. I know it’s not. You’re hurt... And I made it out to being all about me.” Bit her lip and continued to cry against her neck. “Why can’t we be normal? And not in human normal. The not being shoujo magic girl types of normal.”
“Normal is overrated.” Normal also meant that Haruka would have to actually embrace her true gender, which was a massive no-no. “I’ve been hurt worse. I’ll live.”
“That’s not the point...” Michiru sighed and pulled away, but only a few feet away, and only to pull her knees to her chest. “It always ends up being about me. You’re so much stronger than I am. Your entire life you’ve been fighting to keep yourself protected.” Looked to the sky out the window. “I had a little problem in school, but other than that, my life has been easy. My entire life I had attention and was rarely hurt... You’ve been through more than I will ever know... And yet you choose to ignore your things and focus on me.”
Bit her lip. “Spoiled and attention whoring me.” Now, this was something under the surface she’s been feeling the entire time and hasn’t dared bring it up for fear of being labelled as what she feared.
Haruka sighed, running a hand through her hair. There wasn’t an easy way to go about this, was there? “Michiru... that’s definitely not true. I choose to put you first because I know I can help you... it’s part of me being in love with you. Can’t exactly control it, don’t exactly want to.”
True, she’d been through a lot over the years, but she wasn’t about to bring that into their relationship, as painful as some of it had been. The past wasn’t as important as the present, as their potential future together.
But their past seemed to come up more and more as time went on. She stood and walked over to the door to the balcony and stepped out. The wind blew against her features, but not in a way that was uncomfortable. It was gentle, a nice and simple breeze that tossed her hair it’s direction. Almost as if someone were controlling it to be kind to her.
Next thing she feels in the sensation of an arm slowly moving to wrap around her abdomen, and one hand being held and lifted up to lips. “Haruka... Why are we burdened with the life we have, and the life in our dreams?”
The winds had seemingly developed a liking to Haruka, and she could hardly complain. Being closer to her element was always kind of nice. “I wish I knew, Michiru... some people seem to have such pleasant dreams, and we’ve... got these.”
To be fair, their dreams did have their odd pleasant moment, but they were rather overshadowed by the number of times they’d died.
Michiru pushed against her, tipping her head to push into the crook of her neck slightly. It was only at the edge of her collarbone, Haruka being so much taller than she was. “Like those... Ponies. They get rainbows and unicorns and sweets - literally. We get death and destruction at every turn. Sure there’s the occasional moment where it’s is having fun as friends amongst them... Or just you and I.” Let out a heavy sigh and looked up towards the moon. “Why would we live and continue to take this burden?” Looking at the moon and saying that gave her a heavy pressure of guilt and she had to turn her face away. “I know there is that princess, but I’ve not dreamt much of her to see the reason we fight and die.”
“The Princess is all we have to believe in, I guess...” their Princess, the Messiah of the world, the one who’d one day save them all. Haruka didn’t see enough of her in her dreams, honestly - the occasional flash didn’t make up for the terrible things she saw, or the things she did. “She’d want us to carry on no matter what. Wherever she is.”
If she ever turned up here, Haruka would probably die of happiness. Good thing being a Sailor Soldier seemed to mean they were prone to resurrecting.
“But...” She began but cut herself off as soon as the thought tried to escape. It was not a nice thought, it was rude and no matter the poking Haruka would never hear it. She let out a little shiver as the wind picked up and lifted her skirt slightly. She quickly pushed it down and turned to warm herself by crooking tighter into Haruka’s embrace. “Thank you for keeping me from leaving. I might have done something ridiculous...”
She bit her lip and put her head down. “I have a parking ticket for driving eighty five in a forty street.”
Wow. Clearly, she was more of a corrupting influence than she’d thought. “And I thought you were scared of speed. What happened?”
“I was angry and just wanted to get home...” She hadn’t even looked at the ticket, and may have waited for the officer to be out of sight before going over the limit again. When the wind picked up again, enough to undo the top button of her blouse, she pulled Haruka inside and shut the door behind them.
Clearly, the wind was on Haruka’s side tonight. Not that she was about to let on how much she approved, of course... “Fair enough. Guess this means you can’t complain when I do it now...”
“You do it all the time, I did it once when angry. It blocks nothing when it comes to what I can or can’t complain about.” She moved over to Poseidon who is all forgiving and full of nuzzles when she bent over to pet and apologise. “I’m sorry boy... Forgive your mama?” She was given the response of a purr and a tiny meow before oddly enough walking over to Haruka. He gave her a bap to the knee before hopping out through the kitty door they’d attached to the window. “uh...”
“...He’s weird. Let’s leave it at that.” Haruka made her way over to her, trying not to stare at the, uh, shirt issue. She was a man at heart, dammit, and that made it hard! “So... think I can help you vent anything else? I’m open to a lot of things!”
Except dresses. And frilly things. And... most stuff like that, really.
Oh she knew that tone of voice all too well. She stood up slowly, the faintest of smirks on her lips before glancing her direction. “What exactly are you getting at, love? Do you not remember what I said in the texts?” Now, that was when she was upset and easily attempting to limit physical contact...
Now was an entirely different story. She walked over to the stack of her things and bent over to pick them up. There’s not a chance that she angled in such a way that Haruka can see everything. No chance at all.
True, she had said something about her not getting any, but she’d been in a completely different state of mind then. Haruka, therefore, quite correctly knew that she had at least some chance of getting something.
She had to forcibly avert her eyes when she bent over. Bruises or no, that was still an insanely tempting sight. “I’m not getting at anything, honest... just wondering.”
“You just wondering tends to lead to me not walking properly the next morning.” Not that she was one to really be able to complain at all. She set everything where it should go and may have started to just slowly undress for bed once she was in the bedroom. With the shirt off, a brand new bra she’d not worn any reason than because it was clean was easily seen.
She sat on the edge of the bed and reached down to lift off her shoes and gave Haruka ‘The Look’.
That look was cheating. On so many levels. Haruka was quick to act on it, though, moving to pull her into a fierce kiss. If she really wanted it, Haruka simply couldn’t deny her it... and not only because bringing Michiru so much pleasure was kind of addictive.
Michiru moaned into the kiss and kicked the other shoe off and may have accidently knocked an old vase onto the floor. Oops! She’d deal with the cleanup later. Locking her arms around her neck and tangling one hand into Haruka’s hair, she couldn’t help the slight jerk of her hips forward. She had an excuse, her body needed endorphins badly.
Who cared about the vase, seriously? Definitely not Haruka. She ran her hands down her sides, pulling her just a little closer. Endorphins were definitely a thing she could provide... in fact, she’d be kind of disappointed if she didn’t get Michiru giggling by the end of this.
Michiru totally denies that Haruka has ever gotten her into fits of giggles, if only because it’s not been a common occurrence in their love making. Mostly since she usually tends to black out from being tired afterwards. Obviously coming home dead tired and fucking each other into oblivion was not cohesive in getting her into gigglefits. The hands to her sides made her shudder.
If she were to deny it properly, Haruka would point out the number of times that she’d achieved it. Including a number of times when she’d been on the phone. It was a surprise their manager had never quite realised what was going on... maybe that was the benefit of him being gay.
She nipped lightly at her lower lip, moving to just lightly squeeze at her breasts. She may’ve been intent on taking her time with this... it was always more fun that way, after all.
“Haruka...” Tipped back her head with a moan, breaking the lip biting because if she hadn’t she’d have said something full of swears. Something about it drove her insane, and she wanted to keep some form of sanity for now. She reached down and slipped off the skirt, leaving her in the knee high stockings she wore and a set of lacy panties to match the bra. “Just don’t... Rip this set like you did the last one a week ago.”
“I was frustrated last week...” There’d been a lot of inexplicable miniskirt moments, and Setsuna’s sudden disappearance hadn’t helped matters. Aggressive sex had been the easiest solution to everything! “I’ll be good, don’t worry.”
She quickly dealt with her bra, moving to capture a nipple in her mouth. She was going to make sure this made up for all the terribleness that’d gone on recently.
At the first touch of her tongue she let out a low moan and tangled a hand in her hair to keep her there. “Frustrated or... Or not!” Bit her lip and tipped her head back. “I get weird looks from the clerks. I might as well just buy them in surplus online!” Laughed at her own thought and wrapped her legs around her hips.
Haruka better make up for it. Today and the last week or so had not been fun. Sure the sex was nice, but Haruka should have been able to tell her all wasn’t in it. She’d been distracted on so many different levels that she had kept up a barrier some of the time to keep the thoughts from seeping out.
Those thoughts coming through the link were a tiny bit distracting, but Haruka could cope. Wasn’t like Michiru hadn’t accidentally thrown worse at her. She shifted a hand to pinch at the other nipple, trying to focus on this as best she could.
And hey, if there was one thing Haruka was truly good at, other than sports, it was sex.
Once the pleasure sparked through to her mind, she moaned and tightened the grip her her hair. The barrier fell and it was obvious how at ease it set all other emotions. “Ooh... Haruka...” Heaved her chest up with a heavy, shallow breath while her legs clamped tight together to try and put some pressure between her legs. Haruka was evil on so many levels. This proved it.
Evil, but apparently awesome. It balanced out. Haruka shifted to push her knee between her legs, pulling away from what she was doing for just a moment. “I should really do this more often... I don’t pay enough attention to all of you.”
For someone with a self-admitted oral fixation, she clearly had issues indulging it.
“Yeah... We tend to just skip to penetration and be done with it...” Bit her lips and rocked herself firmly against that knee. “I love you... So very much. No matter what life throws...” Moaned when she managed to push just right and all other thoughts disappeared. Replaced with the onrush of pleasure that pushing right to her clit would cause.
They didn’t always skip straight to it. Unlike most other men, Haruka had a remarkable amount of self-control... true, Michiru always did terrible things to it, but she tended to manage at least some foreplay. “Love you too, Michiru. Always will.”
With that, she set right back to work, recapturing that nipple in her mouth and sucking just a tiny bit rougher, pressing her knee firmer against her.
“You better.” She teased and tugged gently at her hair to be playful. Michiru couldn’t help the louder moan that escaped her lips, or the pattern her hips formed out of rocking up against her knee. She didn’t care that some others teased them for their increased libido. It helped them both in different ways.
Here Haruka could put a blind eye to any masculine doubt and just focus on giving her pleasure, and she got pleasure out of it. Wonderful, amazing, mind blowing pleasure.
The tug at her hair made her let out a little moan, automatically shifting to better accommodate that pattern Michiru was working out. It was only natural that she try to make her feel as good as possible... especially since it did wonders for her damn near ever present dysphoria.
She always did wonder why exactly doing this to her helped so much. There had to be other ways to help with the dysphoria, not like she was complaining. Because she wasn’t. Michiru traced a pattern down her neck and played with the curly hairs at the base of her neck while tipping her head back. “It feels so good...” Trailed off and whimpered out her name.
“Please touch me lower... Your knee is not cutting it now.” Bit her lip and did her best not to get too demanding. Even if deep down she knew full well Haruka would do whatever so long as it made her happy.
Sure, there were other ways, but this was the one that seemed to work the best. Haruka pulled back with a smirk, tracing insanely light patterns down her stomach. “I love how easy it is to get to you like this, I swear...”
She pulled her knee away, running her hand down lower, just to tease her through her panties.
“You evil, evil man...” Bit her lip and moaned, arching her lower back at the very first touch. She had always wondered why Haruka was able to get to her so quickly, how she could get her dripping wet with just a few touches. Maybe it was the link, because she surely had never been this sex-driven in her life. Puberty went past with little need for exploration, and she’d only recently had any desire to have sex... And here she was at the mercy of someone that months ago she’d wanted to strangle.
Part of it was probably down to that strange ‘destined couple’ concept from their dreams. The rest probably was the link’s fault - Haruka’s more aggressive sexuality corrupting Michiru, somehow. “But you love my particular sort of evil... I can feel that.”
Honestly, it amazed her that she could get to Michiru this much. Most of that came down to her discomfort over her gender, though - being a man who wasn’t strictly a man didn’t exactly make things like this easy!
Michiru let out a whimper of pleasured embarrassment and brought her hands to cover her face. “Don’t tease me so... It’s not like I can help it.” She would give the same excuse if Haruka commented on the fact that her hips jerked up against the touch several times.
The moaning she could help, but it wasn’t like she was going to just stop showing how good it felt. Especially since she knew full well that Hauka was turned on greatly by sound alone.
Being turned on by sound really did have its benefits... Haruka had to bite her lip to keep from moaning, covering it by moving to ease her panties off. The less barriers in her way, the better... “I like it. Shows that you really want it. Want me.”
“I aways want you...” Jerked her hips forward several times before spreading her legs wide enough enough part so that Haruka can see the folds of her slit pull slightly apart. You can see that she is more than wet enough. “Please... Touch more, my love.”
Haruka had to bite her lip to keep control, shifting a hand to just lightly tease at her clit. She could do this without outright jumping her, dammit...
“Fffff...” Meant to curse but couldn’t because her brain went elsewhere, beyond coherent thought. Michiru jerked her hips up roughly, and gripped tight to the pillow above her. It wasn’t much more before she reached down to try and get her to push fingers, tongue, something inside or she’d go batshit insane.
Damn, she was awesome today. Haruka moved to slowly ease two fingers inside her, automatically hooking upwards. Proper penetration could wait, much as her body was protesting... it’d give that healing factor a little longer to kick in, after all.
Michiru moaned and tightened around those fingers out of instinct, her hips rising from the bed because damn that feels good. “Haruka... -fuck-!” Gritted her teeth and breathed heavily through them.
Haruka smirked. God, she loved being able to make her swear... she tried to set a decent pace with her fingers, only occasionally hooking them upwards to exploit that rather lovely spot. “I love how you feel around my fingers, I swear...”
“Can’t be that great a feeling...” All the same Michiru let out a gasping moan and arched her back up. Whatever Haruka enjoyed about it, she hoped she continued it. Most of their more emotional moments ended in sex, but it always seemed the right thing to do. Not like they could really help it, right?
Of course they couldn’t. It was just part of who they were... both in the dreams and out of them, apparently. Haruka slowly eased a third finger inside, biting roughly at her neck. The trauma from the vampire dreams had obviously long left her.
“Fuck!” Michiru moaned more than loud enough for anyone in close range, even through the wall behind her to hear. Her legs clamped gently around her hand, something she honestly couldn’t help if she tried. Both hands lifted to hold her there, one hand at the middle of her back digging her nails in, the other tangling roughly in her hair. “Are you... You bent on making me come more than once?!”
Haruka chuckled softly, doing her best to hide the moan those nails evoked. Damn that weakpoint, seriously... “Maybe? You know I love making you feel good...”
And honestly, Michiru needed the endorphin rush. Getting her to come multiple times was probably the easiest way of giving her one.
“No one makes me feel like you do...” She meant that in more ways than just sex of course. Jerking her hips up roughly against each thrust in with her fingers, Michiru moaned and gasped even louder. It wasn’t long until she was desperate in her attempts for just the slightest bit more. “Haru-... Haruka... Ack please. Jus-Just a bit more... I need to come.”
Haruka was quick to catch on to that. She moved faster, rougher, shifting a hand to rub at her clit. She couldn’t deny Michiru this, after all...
There was something hindering her from going over the edge. Something in the back of her mind she couldn’t quite place. She gasped out her name once before whimpering in obvious frustration. It felt insanely good, so she wasn’t about to complain if she never actually managed to this time around.
On the other hand, Haruka would complain. She had a pretty much unbroken record of successes when it came to this, after all... she growled, low in her throat, and tried to go that little bit rougher. “Come on, Michiru... come for me...”
The frustration had deepened her voice beyond usual levels. She was going to do this, dammit.
The words, and it being said in such a low tone was more than enough to set the green haired woman over the edge. Jerking her hips up she let out a ragged moan that increased into an outright scream as she came hard.
Michiru collapsed and let her legs spread back open while her chest rose and fell quickly from how ragged her breathing had become. Her walls spasmed hard around her fingers as her head tipped back. “Haruka...”
That’d worked out a lot better than Haruka had expected. She eased her down as best she could, slowly pulling her fingers out. “That better?” Hopefully, it wouldn’t be the last thing they did... considering that doing things like that to Michiru tended to get to Haruka far, far too much.
“For starting out, yes... Not even close to satisfied.” Michiru tackled her and pinned her to the bed before kissing her as fiercely as she could. She wanted to be the dominate one, if only for a short while. It was fun after all.
It was rare that Haruka’d let her be the dominant one, but she’d allow it. This time. She responded as fiercely as she dared to the kiss, lightly tangling a hand in her hair. Maybe she’d even make it interesting... who knew, really.
Of course Michiru was going to make it interesting! She straddled her hips and began rocking her hips over the packer to get it to cause some friction against her clit. Hoping to make the sensation even better, she pulled from the kissing to nip down her jawline and neck before breathing hotly into her ear. “It’s nice knowing you finger fucking me gets you this hard. I can feel it throbbing. How do you cope?”
That was one way to absolutely murder Haruka’s brain function. She couldn’t help a low moan, or help rocking her hips up against her. “It’s... pretty hard, I can tell you...”
That was a completely unintentional innuendo, for the most part. She moved her hands to rest on her hips, attempting to pull her down just that little bit more. The pressure might’ve been more than slightly maddening, but it was nice...
Michiru giggled at the innuendo and bit down at a spot behind her ear that she’d yet to explore. At the attempts to pulled her down, she only raised her hips to be a total bitch and not give her the satisfaction of it. She meant it when she wanted to be dominate, this was just one of the ways she was going to show it.
Haruka may’ve let out an almost pathetic whimper at her moving away. Dammit... why was she always so cruel when she was on top like this? The bite, on the other hand, made her let out a rough moan, her hips involuntarily jerking upwards.
Whatever that was, it was clearly incredible.
Incredible indeed. Michiru bit down harder and gave some mercy by pushing her hips down firmly against the packer. Reaching down, she managed to get Haruka’s pants unbuttoned and pull the thing out from it. Once it was out and everything she pulled away from her neck and began rubbing herself along it so that the folds hugged it just so. Maybe it will make her brain explode if Haruka happened to look down.
Implying that Haruka’s brain hadn’t already exploded. She made the mistake of looking and had to forcibly avert her gaze, biting her lip to hold back a moan. Damn her, seriously... “Why so evil, Michiru? What did I ever do to you?”
“Nothing, I just feel like being evil.” Michiru smirked and kept at it for a short while, moaning whenever something felt amazing on her end. Next thing she knew she was pushed onto her back and pinned rather roughly. She smirked and rolled her eyes. “That didn’t last long...”
“Can’t let you be that dominant if you’re just going to abuse it.” Haruka bit roughly at her neck, trying to use it as an attempt to ground herself. If she went straight into things right now, there was no telling how long she’d be able to hang on.
“Can... You take everything off? I want to be able to grip at all of your back...” Bit her lip to try and stifle the moan that threatened to escape her lips at the bite. Haruka was evil, evil, evil. She reached down to try and push her pants and boxers down to let her think more on the answer of binder removal.
Even now, that was a fairly awkward question. True, the binder did have a nasty habit of getting in the way during sex, but... actually, Haruka couldn’t think of a defence for it. They were alone, the doors were locked, and it wasn’t like anyone was going to wander in and see... maybe it was about time, really.
“...I think I can.”
Michiru managed to deal with her lower half for her before pulling her hands up and away. This was for Haruka to do, and she wasn’t about to rush anything or touch for fear of making it even harder. She wasn’t going to take it back, she wanted to finally see what was beneath it. Not breasts or anything, she just wanted to see skin and be able to feel skin against her. Sometimes the shirts and binders managed to get uncomfortably abrasive - not that she ever let on about it to Haruka for her mental well being.
Even though she’d agreed to it, it wasn’t exactly comfortable to take the binder off. Haruka made short work of her shirt, shrugging it off and throwing it aside - they could deal with that later. “Hope you realise what this really means...”
With that, she managed to force herself to take the binder off, dropping it to one side. It was kind of important that she still be able to reach it, just in case.
Soon as the binder was off, Michiru ran her fingers along her collarbone, then down her arm to avoid touching anywhere on her chest before tracing down her rib cage and stomach. She didn’t stare at her chest, focusing solely on showing light attention to the skin that she was seeing for the first time. “You’re so handsome.. It’s nice seeing more skin. Thank you for trusting me.” That being said she moved both hands to hold at her revealed shoulder blades and leaned up to push their lips together.
Even with all her fears and doubts in full play, Haruka couldn’t help but shudder at her touch. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d let someone touch her without the binder... in fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever done that.
The kissing definitely helped. She let out a contented little noise, responding to it as best she could. Maybe, just maybe, she could get used to this sort of thing...
Michiru tangled one hand in her hair while spreading her legs and running her free hand up and down her side. She was keeping very sure not to touch anywhere on her chest, what little there was off it that she’d noticed. Breaking the kiss and pulling her slightly away, she looked into her eyes and smiled. “I love you, Haruka. Never forget that.”
“I could never forget that...” Haruka moved to kiss her again, running a hand down her body, down to tease at her clit. Still nothing wrong with teasing, right?
There was nothing wrong with it, but it was still rather cruel. Michiru gasped out and tipped her head back with a moan, her eyes rolling back. Sure it meant breaking the kiss, but she could hardly help it when it felt good that her body moved involuntarily.
Haruka smirked, pulling her hand back. “Is that a hint, Michiru?”
“I’d say it’s more of a plea and demand then a hint. Come on... I need you inside.” Michiru whimpered and jerked her hips up a few more times, managing to push the packer up against her roughly the times she made contact.
That was more than enough to convince her. Not enough to convince her to not be evil, though. Haruka slowly eased inside her, kissing and biting her way down her neck in an attempt to drive her mad.
And driving her mad she was. Michiru gritted her teeth and dug her nails in whilst spreading her legs to better accommodate her hips. It felt amazing as usual, but the attention to one spot in particular on her neck made her toes curl. “God, Haruka...”
Noticing that, Haruka shifted to pay more attention to that spot, speeding up her thrusts just slightly. There was something fairly addictive about getting to Michiru on that level... at least it was a healthy addiction, she supposed.
Well, as healthy as something that indulged their rampant libidos could be.
Their rampant libidos were what made their relationship so unique. They could be romantic and deep, almost poetic one minute. Then go to fucking like rabbits in May the next. Digging her nails into her shoulder blades, she moaned out even louder and rocked her hips in time with each thrust, making damn sure to get it as deep as possible.
They could also be deep and poetic during sex, but that was far more rare. Haruka couldn’t help a low moan, or a rougher jerk of her hips, when she dug her nails in like that. Apparently, being covered by the binder for so long meant things were pretty sensitive there... and honestly, she couldn’t complain.
She couldn’t complain either, the more sensitive Haruka was, the rougher she got. Which meant is felt all the better for Michiru. She dug her nails in even more, dragging them down to the middle of her back before locking her legs around her hips. “Yes... Yes, Fuck me.” Shuddered out a moan and tried to time things even better so that it got rough and jerked against Haruka’s clit. She even went as far as trying to get the angle she’d memorised.
Haruka swore under her breath, that all combining into making her go harder and faster still, angling things in a way that she was sure would brush up against more sensitive places. Clearly, she should’ve taken off the binder a long time ago...
Yes, she really should have. Michiru arched her back so much that their stomachs touched, as did their chests but she tried not to make it obvious. It’s not like she could have helped it. If anything, it would just feel mostly Michiru’s. Because she’d noticed there was barely anything there on Haruka’s end, where as she herself had more than plenty.
To be honest, that was a kind of touching that Haruka could deal with. It wasn’t on purpose, it wasn’t exactly direct, so... it was fine. More than fine, even. “Michiru...”
“Haruka...” In a sudden flash of passion she tangled both hands in her hair and pulled her into a fierce kiss, breaking only to breathe against her lips to catch it before going right back in. It was probably the most passionate kiss she’s ever given Haruka, the obvious strong and overwhelming love and lust she had for her pouring out through the link so that it felt like they were both one in each other.
That link got better and better as time passed. Haruka responded as fiercely and as passionately as she could to the kiss, trying to channel everything she felt, everything Michiru made her feel, into the link somehow. This was the amazing side of their powers, wasn’t it? The side that didn’t involve ridiculous miniskirts or anything like that...
Michiru let out a ragged breath when she parted their lips from the kissing. “You are wonderful... Amazing... I love you..” Pushed their lips together in another kiss before parting their lips once more. “Love you so much, more than... words...” She couldn’t help but gasp when Haruka managed to find not only an angle that found that oh so sweet spot inside a woman, but the right angle to put the right amount of pressure onto her own clit. Clearly this was going to be amazing, she only wished they could come together.
“More than words can ever begin to describe.” Michiru pushed her hips up more firmly, moving one hand to hold at the small of her back and dig her nails in. That’s when she couldn’t hold back any longer. It started off small and quickly ebbed into an onrush of pleasure spilling out over her body. It was the most intense orgasm Haruka has ever given her, and it more than likely can be felt even through their link.
Haruka wasn’t sure what it was that tipped it off for her. It might’ve been the sheer pleasure through the link, or the nails, or the way she was moving... but honestly, she didn’t care. Whatever it was, it was probably the most incredible climax she’d ever had... and evoked perhaps the loudest moan of her name she’d ever let out.
She wasn’t quite sure which way up was anymore. Not that she could bring herself to complain in the slightest.
“W-wow...” Michiru moaned again as each spasm let on another wave of pleasure. She doesn’t know exactly how long she’s in the whirl of pleasure for, but when it starts to lessen she let herself relax against the bed and looked up at her rather out of breath. Most. Amazing. Time. EVER.
It was probably some kind of miracle that Haruka hadn’t collapsed, considering how mind-blowing the entire thing had been. Maybe it was down to the ridiculous strength that all the fencing she’d done had built up... “That... definitely works... damn.”
“Yeah...” Pulled out from under her and pushed Haruka onto her back and leaned against her stomach. She may be starting to giggle a little bit. Something of which she will totally deny if asked or mentioned!
She could deny it all she wanted. Haruka chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Sounds like I managed it... good to hear I’m that good.”
Not that she’d ever had any doubts, of course.
Michiru pushed her head in the crook of her neck and continued to laugh, trying to stop it as best she could. When she finally managed to calm down, she actually fell asleep and slid down so that her head was just above her chest, not touching. Her hand lay gently at Haruka’s ribs... Things were so much softer without the binder.
Haruka couldn’t help but smile, lightly running her fingers through her hair. This was actually strangely nice... she’d been intending on getting the binder back on as soon as humanly possible, but... she didn’t really have much of an urge to do that right now. And not only because Michiru was using her as a pillow, of course.