Simple Pleasures

TITLE: Simple Pleasures
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Haruka/Michiru
NOTE: I really haven't felt like writing lately for a number of different reasons, so I figured I'd knock out a quick little bondage piece to get my hand back in.


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Haruka had discovered fairly early on that Michiru had a very peculiar sense of beauty. Or merely partly peculiar. After all, Michiru enjoyed the female form as much as Haruka did. But aside from that, Michiru had a certain... interest. Behind that elegant face lurked a mind that wasn't depraved, as such. Or at least, Haruka didn't want to think of it as depraved. Just... different.

Michiru enjoyed tying her up or chaining her down in all sorts of ridiculously complicated ways. As far as Haruka could tell, it wasn't because she attempted to assert dominance over her or render her helpless, but simply because she thought a naked body carefully bound in some intricate way was... beautiful.

Haruka had to admit she didn't really understand Michiru's fascination. Sure, she could understand the idea of handcuffs in the bedroom, but that was about as far as it went. Michiru's love for really complicated rope patterns was one she would never share. Not from her point of view in any case.

At first Haruka had only indulged Michiru because she loved her and if tying her up made her happy, Haruka was willing to be tied up by her. Before long, however, she'd come to love the way Michiru looked at her whenever she was suspended in the air or walking around wearing only rope. She adored the way her lover's eyes filled with naked lust and worshipful admiration.

Which was why, on a bright but otherwise uneventful afternoon, Haruka stood naked in the middle of the living room. Michiru had gone for something simple today. Haruka's arms were lifted above her head by shackles around her wrists that were in turn attached to a hook in the ceiling. Her legs were spread to an obscene degree by another pair of shackles around her ankles connected to each other by a long rod. Her mouth was forced open by a turquoise ball-gag on a black leather strap and a black blindfold over her eyes completed the ensemble.

Naked, helpless, exposed and oblivious, Haruka could nevertheless feel Michiru sitting in chair somewhere in the darkness in front of her. She'd been displayed for Michiru for... she couldn't tell how long. Even though the only sound in the room was the ticking of a clock, Haruka had no sense of time or anything else. The only thing she was really aware of was Michiru's gaze travelling all over her bare skin. No doubt she spent some time admiring the way the leather and metal gleamed around her ankles or how her lips seemingly tried to squeeze around her gag. But she mostly she spent her time admiring... her. All of her. Even though Haruka couldn't actually see her, she knew Michiru well enough to know that by now she would be looking at her as though she were some captive goddess of love and beauty.

The knowledge filled her body with warmth until Haruka thought she might glowing with arousal and she could feel the wetness growing between her legs. She imagined it gleaming seductively, catching Michiru's eye, before a small trickle formed a single little drop and fell to the clean floor.

Haruka imagined she sensed Michiru rising from her chair before hearing her soft footfalls as she walked towards her immobile body. Haruka felt her heartbeat increasing as she heard her lover come closer and closer. She breathed in deeply through her nose, probably making a really inappropriate sound and not particularly caring. She heard Michiru pass her and shivered slightly as she felt or perhaps just imagined a few strands of her hair brushing against her heated skin.

The turquoise ball-gag smothered the gasp of surprise Haruka instinctively tried to make when she felt Michiru hug her from behind, her arms snaking around her waist and her hands coming to rest on her bare stomach. Her clothed body felt a bit peculiar against her naked back and Haruka tried to recall what Michiru had been wearing before she'd covered her eyes with blindfold. She found she couldn't recall, the memory drowned by her ever-growing arousal.

"You're so beautiful," Haruka heard Michiru whisper.

The chains stopped Haruka from shuddering with desire when she felt Michiru press a soft kiss against one of her shoulderblades.

"I want to paint you like this one day," Michiru continued softly and Haruka thought she heard her laugh softly. "Well, perhaps not exactly like this. Still... I want you to see why all this makes you beautiful. How it would make me beautiful if our places were switched. I want you to understand me, even if it were for just a moment. But for now..." and here Michiru's already whispering voice faded away further still. "I just want you."

Haruka tried to swallow and couldn't. It took a while for Michiru's words to emerge through the fire she had awakened inside her body, but when they did she nodded.

An icy cold did nothing at all to thaw Haruka's arousal when Michiru pulled away and left her body entirely exposed once again. She couldn't feel or hear Michiru move, but she imagined she went to stand in front of her, looking at her naked body with marvel in her eyes.

A moan completely failed to pass her lips when Haruka felt one her lover's slender hands caress one of her breasts. Pleasure began mingling with her arousal, but softly, teasingly, almost maddeningly. Every gentle finger idly tracing a path across her soft flesh left a trail of flame across her skin.

Much to Haruka's disappointment, however, Michiru didn't spend very much time caressing her breasts and she soon felt her hand lazily moving down across her stomach until it came to rest on her hip. Haruka felt a bit puzzled by this as she felt Michiru's other hand placing itself on her other hip. With a veil of lust clouding her mind she didn't really understand why her lover would want to put her hands on her hips.

Then Michiru blew softly and Haruka understood perfectly.

As she felt Michiru's breath on her gleaming slit Haruka's body wanted to buck and shudder while her lungs yearned to moan. She felt the pleasure spike within her and she felt she had to let it out in some way our she would explode. But the chains kept her immobile and the gag kept her silent and Haruka could do nothing except feel the pleasure churn within her.

Haruka threw her head back as best she could, which wasn't very much, when she felt Michiru kiss her. The fire she had felt before was nothing compared to the blaze Michiru unleashed as her lips calmly, lovingly, kissed their way up and down their slit. Haruka imagined she heard her chains jangle as her body struggled for its right to express her pleasure and she knew she had began to drool as her moans completely failed to make it past the ball-gag.

She moaned and shuddered even as she didn't and couldn't; helpless to do anything except feel her lover's tongue beginning to explore her folds. A shriek managed to break the room's silence as an indistinct muffled noise when Michiru's tongue slipped into her. Her orgasm, so frustratingly close and far away mere moments ago, was now inevitable as she felt Michiru's tongue lapping at her inner walls, drinking from her. The only way she wasn't going to climax was if her lover suddenly drew away from her and Haruka knew she wasn't that cruel.

But when she came it still took her by surprise, as it always did. As her release washed through her, Haruka stopped futilely struggling against her chains and rode the waves of pleasure Michiru had so effortlessly unleashed. She didn't know how long her orgasm filled her and didn't care. She was only aware of the freeing pleasure filling her aided by Michiru's tongue still playing inside of her.

Eventually, her orgasm waned and Haruka let her head fall forward, suddenly tired. She probably would have fallen if it weren't for the chains still holding her up. Her universe was dark and black and she couldn't really sense her lover any more as she had before. She wasn't really aware of a pair of hands undoing the strap of the gag and only noticed it when the turquoise ball left her mouth and her drool ran down her chin and landed on her breasts.

A few gentle fingers wiped away the drool on her chin and lifted her head.

When a pair of soft lips kissed her, Haruka became acutely aware once again of where she was and, more importantly, who was with her. She kissed Michiru hungrily, tasting her own fluids still on her lover's lips.

Haruka stifled a whine of disappointment when Michiru's lips withdrew and stood quietly as her lover began undoing the shackles around her wrists. She hadn't really been aware how much Michiru's ministration as well as her own orgasm had taken out of her and she was surprised when she sank to the floor as soon as her arms were free. Michiru, on the other hand, apparently had expected it as she expertly caught her body and she guided her down until she sat on the floor, her legs still spread.

Haruka lay down on her back while she felt Michiru undoing the chain around her ankles. When the rod forcing her legs apart was gone, she kept them spread anyway. She wasn't really sure why.

That left only the blindfold, but when she felt Michiru beginning to undo it she grabbed her wrist.

"No," she said.

"Why not?" she heard Michiru ask.

Haruka grinned. "Because," she replied.