Marine Reflection

\"MARINE REFLECTION\"
A Sailor Moon Lemon
By Bill K.

Sailor Moon and all related characters are (c)2001 by Naoko Takeuchi/Kodansha
and Toei Animation, and are used without permission, but with respect. Story is
(c) 2001 by Bill Kropfhauser.

As always, for those only familiar with the English dub:
Usagi=Serena
Ami=Amy
Rei=Raye
Makoto=Lyta
Minako=Mina
Haruka=Amara
Michiru=Michelle
Setsuna=Trista
Mamoru-Darien

Finally, Haruka and Michiru are NOT cousins.
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She slid the door to the patio closed. Finding herself in the living room,
she looked around, touching every object. Her delicate hands caressed the
strings of a violin on display on a table. She touched the dried oils of a
painting, a seascape of savage intensity and stormy hue. A plaque commemorating
first place in a regional moto-cross race was next to it. Doubt began to creep
into her mind. Was this as good an idea as she\'d first thought?

\"Michiru,\" Haruka said, mildly surprised as she entered the room. The
green-tressed woman jumped. \"I thought you were going to be gone all day.\"

\"I guess not,\" she said with a nervous laugh.

\"Is something wrong?\" Haruka asked. \"You look nervous as a cat.\"

\"No, I\'m,\" she began, \"no. I don\'t know.\"

\"You don\'t sense any trouble, do you?\"

\"No, no, nothing like that! I\'m just - - I don\'t know, not myself?\"

\"Then come here,\" Haruka smiled, extending her arms. \"Let me be your
calming influence for a change.\"

She watched Michiru, dressed in a white summer blouse and yellow skirt,
walk almost shyly to her. Haruka gathered her up and she molded herself to the
lanky blonde. A pleasing coo came from lips pressed to her chest. Once again
the feel of her against Haruka\'s body made up for everything Haruka had endured
for all of her years.

\"Ooh, I love the smell of that cologne,\" Haruka heard her sigh.

\"You ought to - - you bought it for me.\"

\"Well then, I have very good taste,\" she replied and giggled girlishly.

\"That\'s the first time I\'ve ever heard you giggle like that,\" Haruka
remarked as she led them over to the sofa.

\"I\'m sorry,\" she said quickly.

\"Don\'t be sorry,\" Haruka smiled, sitting them both down. \"It just
surprised me.\" She looked at her lover, perplexed by the woman\'s unusual
behavior. \"Are you drunk?\"

\"What kind of a question is that?\" she fumed. \"One giggle and I\'m drunk?\"
She started to pull away.

\"OK, OK, I\'m sorry!\" Haruka said, pulling her back. \"Don\'t get pouty!\"

\"I\'m not pouty!\" She fought to escape, but Haruka had her trapped in her
arms.

\"Oh no, not you,\" the blonde teased. Seeing she wasn\'t mollified, Haruka
sighed. \"Michiru, I\'m sorry. Don\'t be mad.\"

The woman sagged against Haruka. \"No, it\'s me. I guess I\'m not acting
very normally, huh? I\'m just, well, not myself today.\"

\"You said that,\" Haruka grinned. \"Here, I\'ll kiss it and make it all
better.\"

Haruka leaned in and sought out her lover\'s lips. She felt Michiru
tremble beneath her as their mouths pressed together. But after a few moments,
the woman began to return the kiss with ardor of her own. Their torsos pressed
together and Haruka could feel the woman\'s nipples rubbing through her blouse,
through Haruka\'s shirt and against her own.

\"You taste different,\" Haruka sighed, her husky voice thick with passion.

\"Stop analyzing things,\" she gasped and jammed her h toh to Haruka\'s.

They embraced again, Haruka\'s skin tingling as she felt Michiru\'s hands
skittering up and down her neck and back. Haruka slid her hands along Michiru\'s
torso and up her breasts. She braced her palms against the swell of the woman\'s
bust and teased the nipples with her thumbs.

\"Oh!\" the green-haired woman gasped and giggled into Haruka\'s mouth. \"You
are such a bad boy - - um, girl.\"

\"Well, you like bad girls,\" rumbled Haruka.

\"No, I like good girls,\" she responded proudly, then smirked. \"But bad
girls will do in a pinch.\"

\"Pinch, huh?\" leered Haruka. Her hand sought Michiru\'s ass and the woman
jumped and gasped in shock. Haruka then threw her down on the sofa and pinned
her, Michiru giggling helplessly underneath her. She kissed and licked
Michiru\'s chest while she massaged the woman\'s breasts. Her lover\'s eyes rolled
up in her head and she began moaning, wriggling beneath Haruka. She felt her
lover\'s hands fold around her head,tly tly hugging it to her chest as her lips
worked the velvet soft skin.

\"Haruka,\" she whispered. \"Can-can we go into the bedroom?\"

Haruka rose up and smiled at Michiru.

\"Since when do you have to ask?\"

The sandy blonde got up and extended her hand to Michiru. She took it,
her eyes never leaving Haruka\'s. Haruka backed to the bedroom, leading Michiru
as if they were on a ballroom dance floor. Once inside, she pulled off her knit
polo shirt. Having gone bra-less that day, she undid her belt and wiggled out
of her slacks. Stepping out of the pants, she noticed Michiru staring at her.
The woman seemed entranced, almost awestruck.

\"What?\" Haruka asked, smiling but puzzled.

\"Just,\" she said vacantly, shaking herself out of her trance, \"just
reminding myself how lucky I am. You are so,\" and she stopped short, as if she
was mentally editing, \"exquisite.\"

A broad smile bloomed on Haruka\'s face. She crossed over to her companion.

\"I think I\'m the one who\'s supposed to be saying that to you,\" leered
Haruka. \"You planning to get out of those clothes soon?\"

Michiru seemed to tense for a moment of indecision, then grew an audacious
smile. \"I\'ll let you undress me.\"

Haruka arched an eyebrow. \"You\'re being the glutton today.\"

\"I\'m entitled,\" she responded regally.

Haruka circled behind her. Her hands reached around and took hold of the
button at Michiru\'s bodice. She undid the button slowly, deliberately, allowing
her hands to linger. Her lover took in a deep breath and her breast swelled up
into Haruka\'s hands. As she moved to the next button, Haruka buried her face in
the mane of green hair, seeking out Michiru\'s neck. When she found it, her lips
caressed the soft skin.

She heard Michiru\'s breath shudder out. She felt iru\iru\'s ass grind into
her abdomen. Michiru had always been responsive, but today she was the way she
was when they first became lovers - - shy like a young girl, but eager once the
surface shyness was worn away.

The blouse came open. Haruka slid it down Michiru\'s shoulders amid a sexy
wiggle from her and discarded it. Her hands came up and brushed the woman\'s bra
straps down her shoulders. Michiru\'s breasts popped free, but Haruka ignored
them. With her right hand, she traced the line of her lover\'s stomach lightly
while her left expertly undid the hooks, allowing the bra to fall away.

Using the flat of her hand, she backed Michiru up against her. Her
nipples dug into Michiru\'s shoulders. She kissed Michiru on the shoulder over
and over.

\"Ohhh,\" the woman groaned. \"You\'re going to drive me crazy.\"

\"That\'s the whole point of the game,\" Haruka rumbled.

Haruka\'s hands slid down her partner\'s shimmying torso to her skirt. She
felt Michiru\'s arm fold around her head and she continued to nibble at the neck
while she undid the skirt. It slid down soft, creamy hips to the floor. Haruka
kept massaging Michiru\'s abdomen and Michiru kept squirming and wriggling
against her.

\"MMMMMMMMM,\" she heard Michiru sigh.

Playfully, Haruka\'s hand slipped undhe whe waistband of Michiru\'s panties.
She probed through the thatch of pubic hair until she found the woman\'s moist
center.

\"AHHHHHHHHHH!\" she heard Michiru gasp.

Encouraged, Haruka\'s fingers began to rub between Michiru\'s legs. Her
partner\'s squirming increased. She seemed to dance to the tune Haruka was
playing on her. She could feel Michiru\'s breath quickening, coming out in
excited little pants. Michiru\'s hand folded over Haruka\'s, the fabric of the
panty between them. Whether she was seeking to control Haruka\'s movements or
merely keep them in place, the woman didn\'t know. It didn\'t matter. She was
running this exercise. When she thought Michiru couldn\'t take anymore, Haruka\'s
fingers penetrated.

\"UMMMMMMMM!\" she heard Michiru squeal.

Suddenly Michiru wrenched around in Haruka\'s grasp until they were face to
face. She pressed her hands to either side of Haruka\'s face, staring up into
her with sea green eyes dancing with lust and excitement.

\"Come to bed,\" Michiru whispered hoarsely. \"Let me make love to you.\"

Michiru led her to the bed and eased down. Reclining onto her back. She
invited Haruka to her. After stripping off her panties, Haruka climbed on top
of her. Their mouths joined. As they kissed, Haruka felt hands press to her
breasts and began massaging them. The stimulation sent her soaring and Haruka
pulled her mouth from Michiru\'s to moan. Michiru upped the ante by raising her
right thigh up between Haruka\'s legs. The flesh of her thigh pressed to the
flesh between Haruka\'s legs. With a wicked grin, Michiru began moving her thigh
back and forth.

\"MMMPH!\" grunted Haruka. \"N-no fair . . .!\" Michiru only laughed at that.

She pressed lightly but insistently on Haruka\'s chest. Haruka got the
message and rolled onto her back. Michiru rose up on her knees and wigglet
t
of her panties. The movement danced in Haruka\'s eyes. Then Michiru bent down
and planted a very loving kiss on Haruka\'s breastbone. Shooting a naughty
glance at Haruka, she began kissing a line down Haruka\'s abdomen until she
reached the blonde\'s erogenous zone.

Straddling Haruka, she bent in and began lightly probing with her tongue.
Listening to the timber of Haruka\'s responses to gauge her reaction, she found
the woman\'s most responsive spot and began assaulting it with her mouth.

Haruka could feel her chest tighten. The back of her head burrowed into
her pillow and her eyes jammed shut. Needing something to do with her hands,
she sought out her nipples and rubbed them, intensifying the experience. She
did it until she couldn\'t stand it any longer, then she reached up and clutched
the cheeks of Michiru\'s ass. As the muscles between her own legs clenched, she
squeezed Michiru\'s cheeks, kneading them.

Moments later, after the shriek of Haruka\'s orgasm had died out in the
room, she grabbed Michiru by the hips and pulled the woman to her. Amid
Michiru\'s playful squeals, Haruka draped a leg over the woman\'s chest to pin
her, wedged the woman\'s legs open with her arms and gave her as good as she got.

Michiru squealed. She squirmed. She gasped and begged and groaned. She
thrashed under Haruka\'s weight, the pitch of her responses growing higher with
every stroke of Haruka\'s tongue. It was odd, Haruka thought as she licked:
Michiru was usually very cool and controlled during sex, but today she was like
a demonstrative child, expressing the passion she was experiencing with youthful
vigor and abandon.

\"Oh no!\" she shrieked, tensing all over. \"Oh no, oh no, oh no, OHHHHHHH!\"
Michiru dissolved into gasping giggles as her climax swept over her.

\"You sounded like you enjoyed that,\" Haruka smiled, rolling her leg off of
her.

\"Oh!\" Michiru chirped, vigorously popping up to a sitting position. \"That
was fun!\" Her smile was ear to ear and her front teeth bit lightly into her
lower lip. Giggling, she dived at Haruka and nestled up next to the woman.

\"Hold me,\" Michiru whispered, burrowing up against Haruka\'s chest. \"Hold
me like you love me.\"

\"Ask me to do something hard,\" Haruka said. She folded her arms around
Michiru and kissed the top of her head.
* * * *
A little later, Michiru\'s stirring woke Ha fro from the light sleep she\'d
drifted into. Her green-haired love goddess climbed out of bed and began
dressing.

\"Going somewhere?\" Haruka asked.

\"I\'ve, uh, got to get back,\" Michiru said apologetically. \"I want to
stay, but . . .\"

\"I know,\" teased Haruka. \"You love \'em and leave \'em types are all the
same.\"

\"It\'s not like that!\" huffed Michiru, playfully swatting Haruka\'s shoulder.
\"Michiru loves you!\" She froze for a second.

\"Well, Haruka loves Michiru,\" grinned Haruka.

Michiru turned to go. She paused at the door and looked back. Haruka
noticed a note of melancholy in the woman\'s eye, but an approving smile on her
face.

Rising once Michiru was gone, Haruka dressed and found an auto race on
television. About two hours later, Michiru entered through the front door.
Haruka looked up at her and flashed her a warm smile.

\"What are you so pleased about?\" Michaskeasked, noticing the Cheshire grin
on her companion.
* * * *
Luna woke when she heard Usagi ascending the stairs. She stood up on the
bed and confronted the girl when she entered the bedroom.

\"Where have you been?\" Luna demanded.

\"Around,\" Usagi replied with a suspiciously knowing smile.

\"Um hmm. And what were you doing with the Disguise Pen?\"

\"Oh, nothing,\" Usagi maddeningly smirked again.

\"Usagi, I\'ve warned you repeatedly not to use pen pen for personal . . .\"

The phone interrupted. Usagi pounced on it and sat down on the bed. Luna
jumped to avoid being sat on.

\"Hello,\" chirped Usagi, hoping it was one of her friends.

\"Hey, Dumpling. It\'s me,\" she heard Haruka say on the other end. \"I just
called to thank you for this afternoon. It was everything I thought it would
be.\"

Luna watched with growing amusement as Usagi\'s eyes bulged out and her
cheeks flushed bright red while cradling the phone to her ear. She didn\'t know
exactly what was going on, but whatever Usagi had done had just blown up in her
face and it would be a long, long time until she tried it again.

It gave the little cat a gratifying sense of satisfaction.

THE END