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Forever and Always	By : WillowCarlisle Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 4079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Forever and Always
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Summary:
They'd vowed to put their love on hold until their duties as Senshi were complete. But love as real as theirs cannot be denied. And that night, it would make itself known in it's purest of forms.
Chapter 1: That Night
"Hurry!" Michiru cried, laughing giddily as she watched Haruka push the key into the lock.
The rain poured down in sheets outside the apartment door, frigid against her already soaked skin. Her cheeks were numb, her face dripping wet. The wind seemed to pick up suddenly, throwing her off balance, and knocking her legs from under her. Clenching her eyes closed tightly, she stiffened in anticipation of the fall. The tiny cry that slipped from her lips as she fell forward was cut short abruptly, however. Opening her eyes slowly, she found herself held tenderly against a warm, wet form. The bellowing winds were merely muffled echoes of their former selves on
the other side of the now closed door. Cool air caressed her cheeks where the pattering of rain had just been. The light shone down around them from the bulb in the hallway ceiling.
"Are you... ok?" Haruka asked as she moved back reluctantly, rubbing her arms as if to warm them.
Michiru watched, wrapping her own hands about herself as the chill of the apartment began to seep through her drenched clothes.
"I'm fine now," she laughed breathlessly.
Moving quickly, she strode past Haruka to the hall closet on their right. Opening the door, she pulled two large towels from the shelf within. Haruka took one from her extended hand and Michiru watched the girl quietly as she dried the water from her sandy-blond hair. She hid her smile in the warm fluffiness of the towel as Haruka looked up at her.
"Ami's going to pay for stealing my umbrella," Michiru laughed softly, slipping her feet from her soggy shoes and setting them on the welcome mat. "We'll be lucky if we don't catch a cold."
She draped the towel around her shoulders, patting the moisture from her blouse and moving to pull the wet garment over her head.
"I'd better hit the road," Haruka's voice came from somewhere beside her as she tugged the blouse loose. "I'll need to... um..."
Pulling her hair through the neck of the blouse, she looked up into Haruka's eyes. The girl turned suddenly, a light blush on her cheeks as she averted her eyes. Michiru looked down. Her own cheeks blazed as she held the towel with a shaky hand, shyly covering her now see-through bra from view.
"You're going back out into the rain?" she inquired, turning to pull yet another towel from the closet and wrapping her hair in it. "But... it's terrible out..."
The light chuckle she'd become so inured with sounded, and she looked up to see Haruka smiling brightly at her. The skin along her neck and back prickled sweetly at that smile, her knees becoming shaky as she felt herself immediately respond to the smooth curve of those perfect pink lips.
"I've seen worse weather, you know. It's not so bad. I have an extra shirt in the car. Twenty more minutes and I'll be dry and happy, wrapped in my trusty old blanket."
Michi blushed hotly, images of a lean, creamy body laying bare among the folds of a warm blanket flashing in her mind. Taking a quick breath, she shook the images away and reached for Haruka's hand, dragging her along.
"Well, I definately will not allow you to go back out into the rain," she announced, turning to their left into the little living room.
They moved quickly through the quaint little room with its love seat, couch, and television set. Pausing at an oaken side table, Michiru turned on a lamp and continued on through yet another short hallway to her private bathroom. She turned, tugging at Haruka's arm until the girl sat down on the edge of the white porcelain tub. She pulled the damp towel from Haruka's shoulders and tossed it atop the small pile of clothing in the laundry basket across from the sink.
"Take off your clothes," Michiru commanded calmly, her cheeks growing warm despite the feigned confidence in her voice. "There're more towels in the cabinet next to the sink. I'm sure I can find a robe for you to wear."
Leaving the bathroom, she hurried across the hall to her bedroom. She closed the door silently behind her and leaned against it, her heart beating faster than the wings of a humming bird. Closing her eyes, she raised shaking hands to press against her aching breasts, pushing the towel away as her nipples hardened at her touch.
Haruka... oh Haruka...
Forcing her feelings to the side, Michiru pushed away from the door, gathering her things together and quickly undressing. The room was dark and cool, the only light coming from beyond the door. As she dried her skin, she could make out Haruka's shadow moving in and out of the little slit of light below the door. She smiled to herself as she moved to the closet, flicking on the light switch along the wall and running her fingers along the line of colorful clothing. There were, at the very least, five silk robes intermingled with her daily clothes. But...
Too short... Michiru giggled to herself as she held up a deep blue robe. They're all too short. Or perhaps... her legs are just a bit too long.
She laughed again, the sound coming as a hiccup as she pictured those long legs beneath the revealing robe. Clenching the soft material to her bare chest, she turned her eyes back to the closed door across the bedroom.
This isn't the time for those kinds of thoughts, she berated herself silently as she pulled another silky robe from its place on the rail. We made our promise... Complete our mission first... Everything else will have to wait.
She shook the images out of her head and slipped the peach colored satin over her hot skin, tying the belt at her waist and striding to the door.
Bright light streamed from the bathroom doorway and she moved slowly forward, the blue robe still clenched in her fists. Haruka sat in the same place Michiru had left her, a large white towel wrapped about her, held together with one hand. Blue eyes met her green ones, and she paused, losing herself for a moment as the tall girl rose and came forward.
"It... it's a little too short for you, I think..." Michiru stammered as Haruka's warm fingers brushed hers, taking the robe. "I'm sorry..."
She watched, as though the world were in slow motion. She gazed with bated breath as Haruka's hand released the edge of the towel; lifted a hand to her own chest as the large white rectangle slid down over the girl's breasts. Her eyes widened slightly as it flared open, sliding over ivory hips and softly muscled thighs to come to rest in a pool of pure white cotton around delicate toes. Hands pressed to a freshly burning blush, she spun on her heels and stared wide-eyed out into the hall.
So... perfect... the thought came unbidden to her mind.
"Michi...?" Haruka's curious voice called to her.
Holding her breath, she turned. "Hm?"
Haruka's smile was brilliant as she pulled the belt tight. "It's fine. See?"
Michiru nodded, speechless. She was magnificent. The robe draped Haruka's shoulders lightly, sloping downward over her chest. The material hung lazily open revealing the curve of her pale breasts beneath. The belt cinched at a trim waistline, allowing the hem of the garment to flow downward like a satin waterfall over lean hips, coming to an abrupt end at mid thigh.
"Hey... you ok?"
Michiru gasped, a shiver running down her spine as Haruka touched her shoulder lightly. "I... I..."
The pressure of the hand on her shoulder increased as she realized that the emotions coming to the surface weren't the ones that she expected. Breathing rapidly, her chest filling with panic, she started to pull away.
"Michiru...?"
"No..." Michiru gasped, stepping away from the look of confusion the other girl now turned to her. "No... I can't..."
The fear raced through her like wildfire, clawing at her senses and devouring what little logic she attempted to use against it.
This... this is wrong... the words echoed in her mind as she stumbled into her room, blinded by her own tears. I can't do it... I can't! Haven't we sacrificed enough? Oh, Kami... why can't I stop thinking this way?! Why can't I stop wanting her?
The cool brush of satin sheets met her weak frame as she threw herself down, drawing her legs to her chest and hugging them there.
"Michiru..." the soft voice came, laced with worry and dread.
She covered her ears, willing it to go away. Praying for it to go away. But her wishes would not be granted. The heat of a gentle hand spread through her back. The sobs came in heavy bursts, forcing the air from her lungs.
"Michi... what is it?" Haruka asked, the fear still evident in her voice as she ran a hand along Michiru's shoulders.
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, Michiru lowered her hands from her ears, folding her fingers together and pressing quivering lips to them.
"You can't do this," she breathed, cringing as the girl lowered herself onto the mattress beside her. "You can't be here... can't touch me like this..."
"Touch you...?"
"We swore... for the others..." she whispered, the quivering in her heart finally reaching out to the very ends of her hair. "We can't let things be the way they were before. I can't let feelings alone get in the way of duty... You don't know what you do to me, Haruka..."
The weight on the bed shifted, and Michiru found her head resting on Haruka's lap.
"You're shaking," the girl murmured, stroking her hair with calm fingers. "There's nothing to be afraid of..."
Eyes wide, Michiru sat up abruptly. "You don't know that! You... you don't even feel it, do you? You don't feel the same way I do. That's why you don't understand..."
There was a soft smile on Haruka's face as she spoke the words that echoed sweetly to her mind's ears. "Seeing you each and every day... Having you near me... Do you know how often I've wanted to just push it all aside and scream at the top of my lungs how much I..."
Her voice faltered and Michiru gasped as the girl reached forward, a gentle finger brushing her lips, her brows furrowed.
"Your laughter and the simple brush of your hand takes me to places I'm terrified to go," Haruka's pain-filled whisper was nearly too soft to hear. "Michiru..."
"I don't know what to do," Michiru breathed brokenly, hands clasped around Haruka's as though pleading to the heavens themselves. "I don't know how to be as strong as you are. You were always there, saying the things I needed you to, when I needed to hear them... I need to know what's right. Please, Haruka... Please."
Haruka moved forward, her weight on the bed forcing Michiru to lean closer. "You're what's right. At least... for me, Michi... I don't give a damn what the world has to say. I'm just... scared... That one day... you won't need me anymore... That one day, this won't be enough. And that's why I try to hide from it..."
Tears ran in streams down the younger girl's cheeks. Her hands clenched tighter around Haruka's, her body shaking with the force of her inner struggle. Her heart jolted as she felt the girl tug her hands away. But the feeling only lasted an instant as warm arms embraced her, cool lips pressing to the side of her neck.
"I love you, Michiru," the other girl whispered, her lips more persistent as she drew the girl into a tighter embrace. "And I'll love you forever... That's a vow I'll never break."
Michiru fell limp, the barriers breaking down one by one as Haruka drew her even closer. The touch of those angelic lips grew fevered, nearly desperate in their persistence, and she was sure her entire body would melt into a pool of frenzied nerves. But as the path of kisses drew closer to her lips, Haruka pulled her head away hesitantly.
Gentle blue eyes turned to her and Michiru took a shuddering breath.
Now or never, the words echoed in her mind.
Leaning forward with as much confidence as she dared, she placed her palms on either side of the girl's face.
"I'm not afraid," she whispered, drawing her lips close with each word. "Haruka... I love you..."
Their lips met, and Michiru sighed. They were as soft as she'd ever imagined them to be. Those lips that would rage against the world. That mouth that would curse the very earth they walked on. So sweet, that indeed the blood that ran through her veins took pause and slowed the very beat of her heart to allow each fiber of her being to taste. This delicate, forbidden flower that was all she could dream it to be...
"Haruka," she whispered again, the girl's hot kisses raining down on her lips, her cheeks, her neck. "Haruka... I want..."
The girl's groan was deep and penetrating as Michiru's hands found their way back to Haruka's body. Her fingertips pushed the folds of the rode impatiently aside, seeking the heavenly smooth body beneath. Palms drank in the heat of her warm, quivering skin. She closed her eyes, her arms delving deeper into the confines of the robe to uncover the sensual treasure within.
Haruka moaned aloud as Michiru found the curve of her breasts, cupping the weight in her hands, soothing the peaks with timid fingertips. Her own excursion across the planes of Neptune drew to a slow halt as Michiru's soft lips found the tender spot below her ear. The hot, wet touch of her tongue brought shivers up the woman's spine. Her blond head fell forward, coming to rest on Michiru's shoulder as she allowed the girl to continue her ministrations.
She could feel Haruka's body give in. Could feel the racing of her heart through the wisps of satin that bound them. Pulling back, her lips at the curve of the other girl's neck, Michiru lifted her hands, pushing the material back from her lover's shoulders. She was met with a soft resistant sigh, but paused only slightly, breathing gentle reassurances against the hot skin still at her lips. She tugged the robe completely free, casting it aside with one hand before bringing her fingers back to Haruka's awaiting skin.
"Shhh..." she whispered, lifting herself up to her full height and pressing the taller girl backward. "Let me love you, Haruka... Just this once..."
She lay fully above the girl now, her smaller frame supported by Haruka's stronger one. Their eyes met and she smiled. Haruka was blushing. The light tint of color splashed across the girl's cheeks, giving her strong pale face a delicate softness. Michiru leaned in, hesitating before bringing her lips down to meet the soft welcoming embrace of Haruka's mouth. Her hands took on a life of their own. Fingers buried into soft, wind-swept blond hair, running tantalizing streams of sensation down the other girl's scalp. She kissed a searing path downward, tongue exploring the curves of one shoulder then the next while roaming hands slipped to the soft curls just at the nape of the neck. Warm, moist breath breathed life across heaving mounds, hands cupping the gentle swells to allow the aqua-haired vixen to nip playfully at the pink peak that rose at her attention. Michiru's eye's rose to view the pleasure-induced blush her attentions had provoked, and she answered the whispered moans of plea by paying homage to the other eagerly awaiting nipple before delving slowly lower, closer to her goal.
Precious kisses lined the path that led to Haruka's belly button, and Michiru laughed lightly as the girl's muscles tightened beneath her hands. These were the secret places only she would get to know. The little patches of sensitive skin that tickled and curled only for her.
Three inches lower, and she was met with resistance once again, the gasp of mild panic that came from above her bringing her gaze back to Haruka's. This wasn't the way it was usually done. Before the decision had been made; before the sacrifice of love had been cast in stone; their roles had been reversed. Before, when there were no restrictions, no vow to deny that which would ruin them both... Back then, it was not she who gave so freely, but she who received the gift of a lover without fear or qualm. And now it would be repaid.
Bending her head, Michiru placed a gentle kiss in that secret spot that only lovers could go.
"Michi... I--"
Words bent to the brush of her lips. Resistance fell to the moist caress of her exploring tongue. Her hands soothed quaking thighs, pressing them to the satin sheets. Fingers drew near, parting the petals of a delicate rose for her insatiable mouth to taste of the sweet nectar.
Haruka's hands reached out in desperation for any line to bring her back from the edge. Fingers curled convulsively into the now-rumpled sheets beneath her, wave after glorious wave of pleasure coursing outward through her every limb. Her teeth clenched at the onslaught, her eyes tightly sealed. It had never been like this before.
She could feel the delicious tension rise from her very core, drawn forth by the lips that whispered her very name. Every brush and stroke of Michiru's soft tongue pushed her closer to the edge with no hope of return. Her back arched from the coverlets, knee bent and spine bowing almost painfully as the girl seemed to discover the very center of her entire being with one sweep of her tongue. It was growing close. That moment... that climax...
Soon, came the whisper of impending release. Soon...
Michiru's eyes slid shut as she savored the feast of the goddess before her. Nothing could taste as sweet as this. Nothing could bring her greater pleasure than to hear her name whispered into this breathless moment of abandon. Within her, the heat rose, boiling like molten ecstasy. She stretched a quivering hand downward and found her own center moist with need. Her breath hitched, shuddering across Haruka's inner thigh as she shifted her hand slightly. Tremors cascaded through her at the motions of her own hands. She stroked shakenly, the slide of her fingers matching the movement of her tongue. Nearly breathless at the mounting tension deep inside her, her heavy lids lifted, taking in the beauty that heaved on the brink of completion before her.
There it was. That final crescendo that would take her in and devour her whole, bringing an end to this vicious torment of pleasurable pain. Haruka was shivering now, her entire body vibrating like the delicate strings of a violin; her lips parted, breathing the enamored moans to the intricate music Michiru's lips played against her fevered flesh. Light flashed brilliantly behind her eyes, and she clenched them even tighter, releasing the cry that marked the moment of her release. Her breath came in frenzied pants as her body grew slack, her pleasure spent.
Haruka felt her eyelids droop and knew that, if she tried moving them, her limbs would be heavy with the pleasant weight of exhaustion. Below her, Michiru shifted slightly. She watched the girl, cheeks red, curled gracefully on her side as she pleasured herself with her hands. Breathing deeply, Haruka moved on hands and knees to Michiru's side. Bending slowly, she planted a kiss on the girl's cheek, reaching down and drawing Michiru's hand away. She smiled at the soft moan of disappointment that slipped from her lover's lips. She took the other hand as well, bringing them above the girl's head and holding them against the sheets.
Michiru's eyes locked with Haruka's. She knew this game. Knew, also that Haruka would not release her until she had repaid the favor just given. She squirmed slightly, her blush deepening as the blond-haired girl dipped her head, licking a path along Michiru's neck. Her eyes closed, heart and body throbbing at what would come next.
Haruka kissed the delicate hollow at the base of her lover's throat. She could feel Michiru's body react, the soft mewing sounds coming from the girl beneath her urging her on. She held both of her wrists in one of her hands, using the other to lift Michiru's right knee upward. Pressing her left thigh to the hot, moist V that opened before her, she moved her hips forward, eliciting a loud moan from Michiru's quivering lips. Smiling softly as she buried her mouth in the curve of the girl's neck, she pushed forward again.
It was nearly too much. Michiru groan, her thighs clenching tightly about Haruka's hip as the sensation spread rapidly through her. She tugged half-heartedly at the hand that held her wrists captive, wanting and needing to hold onto the girl above her. Her hips jolted as Haruka moved again, pressing directly against the aching bud between her legs. The tension was killing her. Her moans turned to whimpers, her body moving of its own accord. Lifting her hips, she met each thrust head on, delighting in the rhythm they created together. She could feel Haruka's lips as they parted against her skin. Could feel the girl's strong hand as it slipped downward over her body, moving between them to stroke her gently closer to release.
Her desire burned hotter at the movement of Haruka's hand, and Michiru could feel herself being drawn to the brink. She lifted her chest, bare breasts brushing against her lover's own. She gasped breathlessly as she felt the girl's fingers part her, slipping one smooth digit within and pressing upward. Her eyes widened as, with a single touch, the world around her shattered like infinite pieces of delicate glass. Her chest constricted, fingers and toes clenching as she cried her pleasure out into the night.
Haruka relaxed her hold, lowering her body to the sheets beside Michiru's quivering form. It wasn't long before the girl turned to her, snuggling against her side. She lifted herself slightly, tugging at the sheets until there was enough of the fabric loose to cover them both. She pulled one of the dismantled pillows toward her, tucking it under her head before drawing the girl to her, resting her aqua-hued head against her shoulder.
Michiru sighed sleepily, her arms wrapped tightly around Haruka's lean frame. She breathed in the girl's special scent and let her eyes slip shut as they lay quietly together.
"Haruka?" she whispered into the dark, feeling the strong arms hold her securely.
"Hm?" came the murmured answer.
"...Thank you."
She could hear the smile in the girl's voice as she gently whispered back, "Any time, little Neptune."
Michiru smiled to herself, taking the gruff answer for what it truly meant.
Always, the silent words surrounded them both as they slipped into the warm caresses of a similar dream. Forever and always.
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