Fact or Fiction
Michiru strolled slowly through the halls of her Tritan castle, her body encased by a long silken dress made of deep blue coloring. The material bunched at her chest, held up by two thin straps that tied behind her neck. Her back was exposed, only covered by the crisscrossing of ribbons that were pulled into a knot underneath the material covering her backside. The front of the dress opened into folds at her waist to reveal a layer of pale blue silk that trailed to the floor.
She was lost in her thoughts thinking about how her encounter with Kunzite had gone so differently than she had anticipated. Neither she nor Haruka had imagined that the silver haired man and the blonde goddess of love might actually be in love. Minako was notorious for her infatuations over the years and even more so notorious over the infatuations held for her. She assumed that this man was simply another admirer, but when he would accept no other advances it left her wondering if it could in fact be love.
A smile came to her face as she looked out one of the large windows overlooking her kingdom. Her castle floated in the sky much like Magellan castle on Venus. Neptune was alive with the storms brewing on its surface and it energized its princess with the power of its intensity. She sat on the edge of the window and placed her back against the cool stone frame. Her eyes closed and she allowed herself to bask in the energy radiating around her castle while her mind continued to think about the kiss from the handsome Shitennou. She had never been kissed with such an intensity and it left her with little wonder about how he managed to keep the Venusian princess so captivated.
As her mind replayed the encounter, she could feel the touch of lips against her own and a single name sprung into her mind. Kunzite. Her eyes fluttered open as the contact broke and found herself nose to nose with none other than her own secret lover.
“You looked as though you were waiting to be kissed,” Haruka whispered, her voice deep and rumbling.
“And so I was,” Michiru answered playfully, her fingers running through Haruka’s short hair. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I wanted to know what happened when you traveled to Earth earlier.”
Michiru watched as Haruka’s features betrayed her by conveying the jealousy coursing through her. “Would you like to hear about what happened afterwards when I laid in his bed or would you rather hear what happened during?”
“Michiru,” Haruka scolded. “You did not sleep with the man.”
“Oh, but what if I did?” She leaned forward and brushed her lips softly against the other woman’s, her hand pressing the blonde senshi against the opposing frame of the window so that she sat against the window sill. Michiru followed her and kneeled between her legs, resting her hand on the other woman’s waist. “Are you jealous that I didn’t invite you? Did you want to share in his touch alongside of me?”
Haruka frowned at the words being spoken to her. “I can’t believe you would allow him to tarnish your body.”
Michiru laughed and pressed her lips against Haruka’s again. “Oh, but to feel those hands on this body,” she ran her fingers up and down Haruka’s side moving tantalizingly slow. Haruka breathed in deeply, the contact sending shivers through her. Her breath caught in her throat as Michiru’s hand brushed lightly over her breast before continuing on its trail back down her waist. “Are you jealous that it wasn’t you this time?” she winked playfully.
“He did not touch you?” Haruka asked, hope creeping into her voice. “Did he really turn you away?”
The teal haired woman frowned. “He said he loves her.”
Haruka leaned forward and wrapped her arms tightly against the other woman, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. “If you are feeling disappointed then perhaps I can help you,” she murmured between kisses.
Michiru smiled. “I’m not disappointed anymore.” This time she allowed herself to be pushed back to lay against the bottom ledge of the window, Haruka’s body coming to rest over her own. Kunzite’s kiss was pushed from her mind as she felt the other woman’s hands untying the straps around her neck. Her eyes closed as the silken material was pulled away from her chest and warm hands took its place.