Tenoh Haruka wants to become the wind (swordoftheskies) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-09 18:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kaioh michiru (sailor neptune), tenoh haruka (sailor uranus) |
Who: Tenoh Haruka and Kaioh Michiru, with a dumbass NPC mechanic
What: Saving Michiru from the biggest idiot ever to work on cars
When: After these texts
Where: Some auto shop, then back at the flat.
Rating: NC-17 because, well, Haruka and Michiru.
Status: Complete.
What kind of idiot was this mechanic? Nobody got to do things like that to Michiru and get away with it... the moment she’d gotten the text, she’d changed into her biking leathers and made for the door, taking the fastest bike she had.
Apparently, their relationship wasn’t public enough for some idiots. With any luck, beating some sense into the idiot would make him realise the error of his ways.
Michiru hadn’t meant to end up in a mechanic, she’d inform Haruka of the little accident with the pole later. It hadn’t been bad, just enough to make the car not start! And a trip to this cruddy place by tow truck. She sighed and fiddled with her phone while waiting.
Every so often, she felt his breath down her neck, hot, heavy and dripping with tobacco stench. Ugh, guys like this made her sick. he’d obviously been checking her out, and if the guys outfit hadn’t been so dirty she would have guessed cum stains were on the crotch. Not that she’d been meaning to stare there, he just kept coming up to her when her head was down and it was through passing glance as she looked up.
Haruka may well have broken a few limits coming over, but dammit, she didn’t care. If Michiru was in any sort of danger, she was coming there as quickly as she could. When she arrived, and got off her bike, she made a face. Charming place, really...
Once she had it secured, she headed inside, straight to Michiru’s side. She gently took her hand, lifting it up to press a kiss against it. “Point him out to me. I’ll deal with it.”
The touch to her hand had initially startled her, but only because she’d been attempting to zone the place out. She quickly stood up and wrapped her arms around her to hug tight. When she pulled away, she pointed into the main garage area. “He’s in there... Last time he was in he asked... or rather said he’d give a discount if I gave him use of my ‘pretty little hands’. That’s why I jumped.”
The guy sure as hell was in there, and was thinking of getting the garage suit off to show off his abs. Non-existent abs really. He had nothing but the start of a beer gut, and a thick layer of chest hair. He called out for her to come in after closing the hood. Maybe he could bend her over!
“The more you say, the more I hate this guy.” Haruka gave her hand a light squeeze, trying to reassure her a little. “I’ll make sure he never does that again... not unless he wants me to break every bone in his body.”
When he called out to Michiru, she was the one who came instead. “You know, harassing your customers probably isn’t good for business...”
Bobby picked up a rag to wipe off his hand so he didn’t ruin her dress too much, but turning to see Haruka made him tense. “Who are you, and why are you here? We’re full.” Sure, one scan of the garage and you can tell that’s a lie, but you expected him to tell the truth when a billion times more attractive ‘guy’ walks in your establishment?
“Be careful...”Michiru called out and stayed inside the lobby area. Last thing she needed as to watch it, well... Watch it now. She’d probably sneak a peek if things got violent. Haruka in fight mode was sexy after all. The confidence and obvious power she possessed.
It really didn’t look much like Haruka would have to be careful. The man was pathetic, in many, many different ways. Probably in more ways than she could actually see too. “I’m her boyfriend. You know, the one she mentioned, but you didn’t believe her?”
He was definitely a crap mechanic if he didn’t recognise her.
You expected him to be sober enough to recognise her? He tossed the rag aside and folded his arms. “I don’t care who you are, I want you out.” Took a step forward.
Haruka rolled her eyes. “Not going anywhere. No matter how hard you try.”
He took another step close and took an obviously intoxicated swing her direction. What a way keep business right?
Michiru decided at that moment to walk in and behind, in hopes of it not escalating, and she was the one that was met with the swing and she yelled because it was unexpected. “Ow!”
Well, now there was no chance of it not escalating. Haruka growled, low in her throat, and lunged for him. Sure, it wasn’t professional, but she didn’t give a damn - nobody hit Michiru and got away with it.
Bobby yelped, rather unmanly, and went to swinging again, this time in a sloppy manner that was even worse than before. He let out a few grunts, and belched at her from the roughness of their movements. Beer and cigarettes.
Michir stepped back further away to deal with the slight pain in her jaw, at least the guy wasn’t a strong hit at all. Otherwise she may need a doctor! Didn’t seem it so far, though.
Did he really expect to hit her going like that? Haruka sighed and stepped back, half expecting him to fall over his own feet at this rate. “This is just pathetic...”
Bobby swung again and managed to only just make contact with her shoulder. “I want her and will fight for her!” Sure, he only wanted her for all of 30 seconds, but he still wanted her. “How about I fix it, and you let me have her as payment!”
Considering how thick Haruka’s leathers were, she really didn’t feel that. This man had to be the biggest idiot she’d ever run into... which was saying a lot. “I’m not in the business of sharing my girlfriend. Back off.”
It didn’t feel right to hit someone this drunk, but... it was going to have to happen, wasn’t it?
It really would have to happen. He rolled his eyes. “She isn’t all that great, anyway? All woman are, are for sex you know. You should know that. Nice tits, ass. I can ignore the face.” Went to swing again and came dangerously close to getting her face.
That was just it. Haruka threw a punch at his face, not even bothering to hold back - true, the Senshi strength probably meant she’d break something, but dammit, she didn’t care.
Bobby yelped and went to punching again, sure he was bleeding, and there may be broken nose but he wasn't going down without a fight! He groaned and went to going for her stomach instead, maybe there he’d actually hit something!
Haruka caught his fist, perhaps a little too easily. She may well have been applying a little too much pressure, making the entire thing rather incredibly uncomfortable. “This is just ridiculous...”
“Why do you even feel the need to fight for her. She’s just a woman!” Tried to pull his hand away. “You big pussy pansy” Spit into her face a bit of chew tobacco and a nasty mixture of hat he’d been eating mixed into it.
Well, that was... disgusting. Haruka slammed her fist into his stomach, more for the insult against Michiru than anything else. “I don’t expect people like you to understand the value of protecting the people you love...”
It shouldn’t have been so tempting to just transform and World Shaking the bastard into the middle of next week.
“Love is for wimps and women!” Hissed out and held his stomach from the pain. Could be the alcohol, or he could just be that stupid but he’s not backing down. In fact he took a few steps forward. “Are you a woman?” Laughed. “You probably are. A bitch ass little woman.”
He was probably too drunk to notice the flash of pure anger in Haruka’s eyes. This time, she went for areas she knew would be sensitive... and for good measure, kneed him in the crotch. Couldn’t let a bastard like that think he could get away with treating women as objects.
He tried it again, he was getting a visit from the Sailor Senshi.
And that meant a sudden onrush of pain that overtook his brain and made him fall forward and hit his head, knocking him clean out. Good.
Michiru had gone to check over her face, never more glad that she was a Senshi and healed faster than normal people. At least it didn’t hurt anymore.
Once she was satisfied the bastard wasn’t getting back up any time soon, Haruka moved to check on Michiru. The only reason she hadn’t done it earlier was because he kept pushing and provoking like an absolute idiot.
“You okay...?” Their healing factor was probably going to make this easier to deal with, even if it wasn’t exactly perfected yet.
“I should be... He couldn’t punch to save his life.” Let out an unimpressed noise at the smell that had rubbed off onto Haruka from fighting with him. “Ugh... You might want to wash up. You smell like him...”
That made Haruka make a face. “See, this is why I hate idiotic mechanics like that bastard...” Still, at least it’d be easy to clean up... and with any luck, he wouldn’t try anything again if he valued his life.
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Michiru sighed and sat down on the end of the bed. One shower for her and she was waiting for Haruka to get out. Sure, they could have shared a single shower, but she needed to have a little time on her own to clear her head. She let out a noise when she stretched and laid back on the bed, melting down to her only movement being the gently rise and fall of her bare chest. She hasn’t seen any reason to get dressed just yet.
Haruka never tended to take too long in the shower, at least partially because of the dysphoria it could bring on. When she came out, she was just in boxers and a fairly loose shirt, only half-buttoned - she was getting more used to the concept of revealing more skin around her, even if the binder was still a fairly constant thing.
She had to fight to keep from staring. Damn her. Damn her good. “Feeling better now?”
Slowly turned her head the direction of her voice and opened her eyes most of the way, enough to see, but there was still a gentle and unintentional seductive form to them. “Mostly, my love. Thank you for coming to my rescue...” Rolled onto her side, her hair falling to drape over her mouth.
“It’s... what I’m meant to do, isn’t it? I’d be a bad boyfriend if I wasn’t your knight in shining armour from time to time...” Or knight in a strange miniskirt getup, in the dreams at least. “I’m just glad I got there before he managed anything.”
“I probably could have handled anything he dished out... But I was just tired from the day, and mentally exhausted. And I knew you would have wanted to do something about it.” Brushed her hair back behind her ear and spread her legs slightly because she can.
She wasn’t going to look, dammit. Even though it was so, so tempting. “I’m a possessive kind of guy...”
“He would have taken advantage, wouldn’t he?” Reached down to trace patterns on her thigh because it felt nice to do. And the fact it may get Haruka to actually come over and do things would be an added plus!
“He would’ve tried. You probably would’ve broken his legs.” Okay, this was getting far too tempting... she came over, trying to keep her hands to herself for now.
“There’s no probably about it, love.” Giggled and rested her hand down to cover herself from her view. What a way to tease, show it, then cover it up out of sight. Michiru is evil, discuss.
There was no need to discuss it! It was a fact, plain and simple. “And you probably would’ve enjoyed doing it. You do have an evil side, after all...”
“Possibly!” Sat up and scooted closer to her. Michiru gently traced fingers down Haruka’s jawline, eyes still slightly shut like they were before. “I love you... Thank you for defending my honour.”
That touch made Haruka let out a contented little noise. “I love you too, Michiru. Always happy to defend you...” Even if she really hoped there’d be less drunken idiots. They were never fun.
“You have such self control right now, I’m proud... Especially considering it’s been a while for us both.” By a while, she meant more than a week. Which by their standard, might have felt like a year!
“We’ve been occupied, I guess...” More than a week was probably the longest they’d gone without for a long time. Honestly, it surprised her it’d even lasted... “I’d make up for it, but... I’m not sure what best to do.”
“Then I guess we wait until you figure that out.” Moved to rest on the pillows. It really depends on how Haruka goes about it if she doesn’t just fall asleep. She’s tired from the day, but horny. Wonderful combination. Except for the part where it isn’t.
Well, Haruka could definitely fix the horny part, given enough time. She moved to kiss her, slowly running her hands down her sides - true, she hadn’t figured out exactly what to do yet, but she could think and do this at the same time.
Michiru kissed back gently, letting out a contented noise at the touch to her sides. About halfway down she let out a shudder because something felt really nice and she had to break the kiss to moan her name.
And she hadn’t even done that much yet! Haruka was allowed to feel stupidly proud of herself, right? She let her hands slip lower, just briefly brushing against her. Nobody said she wasn’t allowed to tease...
Let out a brief gasp, spreading her legs ever so slightly to try and hint at her to do more. She was allowed to not be subtle at times, right? How wet she is and they’d only just started should given Haruka warrant enough to just go on and try fingers. Not that Haruka as nice enough to do that from the start, evil bastard that she could be most times.
And now was definitely one of those evil bastard times. Michiru could hint all she wanted, but Haruka was set on being... well, evil. She lightly teased at her clit, nipping lightly at her neck. “Patience, my love...”
“I lack patience!” She jerked her hips forward spreading them even wider, she can’t help it. It has been a while! In fact, she moved to yank her in a fierce kiss and push against the packer rather roughly and jerked down.
Nrgh. Haruka couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, even as she tried to respond as fiercely as possible... it was getting more than a little hard to focus, and she blamed Michiru entirely for that.
Haruka could blame her all she wants! Because, well, it is all her fault. She pulled her hand away and tangled it in her hair, kissing deeper whilst intertwining their fingers together on the other hand.
Now, that was a lot easier to cope with. Haruka nipped lightly at her lower lip, daring to ease two fingers inside her. Maybe it was revenge, maybe it wasn’t - all that mattered to Haruka was that she somehow manage to make her feel as good as possible.
Michiru arched her back as the fingers entered her and she moaned low in her throat. That’s more like it! Haruka always had the nicest hands, in so many ways than just this of course! She tightened around those digits, and turned her head to plead for her to find that spot on her neck that drove her insane.
When she tightened around like that, Haruka couldn’t help but smirk, putting just a little bit of roughness into her movements, moving to bite at the spot that she’d long-since learned did wonderful things to her.
When Haruka found the spot she let out a loud whine like moan, arching her back slightly. “Ooh... Fuck.” Reached up to tangle a hand in her hair tight, mostly to keep her there. She loosened around those digits, hoping Haruka would add another into her.
Like Haruka would willingly give up on that spot. She bit down a little rougher, taking that as an invite to ease a third finger inside - it wasn’t often they got this far without Michiru outright demanding she just get on with it and fuck her properly.
So what if she did wait longer this time around? This felt amazing. Michiru moaned and arched her back, trying her best to spread her hips and shift them up to help Haruka finger fuck her. She shuddered and tipped her head back. “Ah... ah.... Yes.”
Not like Haruka needed help with doing it. She went just a little faster, little rougher, trying not to let her moans get to her too much. Believe it or not, she did need some kind of brain function whilst doing this.
Michiru gasped when she found the right spot to work inside of her, causing her hips to jerk up. “Oh Haruka.. Y-yes. Yes...” Gritted her teeth and dug her nails into Haruka’s thigh, trying not to get too lost in it. She’s mostly stricken with just pleasure. If Haruka want inside, she’ll have to initiate it. At this point in time, Michiru doesn’t care how she’s getting fucked, so long as she is.
Damn, she was good. Haruka could honestly pass up getting inside if it meant she could get to her this much... she hooked her fingers up roughly, biting at her ear. If anything, she was going to make this incredible for her.
Her own pleasure could come later. As ever.
Michiru shuddered and jerked her hips up several times, desperate to get her to touch her clit. Soon as that happened, she knew she wouldn’t last long. “Haruka... Haruka! Fuck! Yes! P-please...” Bit her lip and moaned low in her throat. How was Haruka able to do this so wonderfully? Was she just a sex god on top of being the Goddess of Uranus? Must be!
She was happy with just the sex god part of that description, honestly. Haruka knew more than enough to catch on to what those movements meant, shifting a hand to pinch at her clit, moving her fingers rougher and faster. “Come on, Michiru...”
And it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that she came hard with a scream of her name, lower body jerking and bucking against her movements. When the initial wave slowed down, she relaxed and sighed while trying to get her focus.
It wasn’t a surprise at all. Haruka smirked, stilling her fingers but not pulling them out. “So... that was fun.”
To answer, she went limp into sleep, lightly snoring. Haruka’s fault entirely!
Seriously? How did she keep doing this? Sure, she probably feel proud of herself, but... dammit, a guy could only take that in so many ways. Clearly, this was one of those situations where a cold shower was going to be vital for her sanity.