Before The Battle [Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru, NC-17]
Title: Before The Battle
Author: goddesswashu
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: March 5 - 5 - Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru: Desperate sex before a battle - They never knew when their luck would run out.
Word Count: 620
"Ah, Haruka!" Michiru cries out. She can feel the brick wall digging into her back through the thin blouse of her sailor uniform and into the exposed flesh on the back of her thighs. Her blue skirt is hiked up around her hips, her panties discarded nearby on the ground. Haruka kneels on the paved concrete of the alleyway, her face buried between Michiru's thighs, tongue moving across her sex in long, hard strokes. Michiru's orgasm hits her hard, leaves her gasping and weak kneed, and Haruka helps her stay on her feet.
Blushing, Michiru retrieves her panties from where they have been flung and slips them on. Haruka stands by her motorcycle keeping an eye out for any nosy passerby. Michiru approaches her from behind and wraps her arms around her, lets her forehead rest between Haruka's shoulder blades. Haruka can feel two small damp spots on her back and she knows Michiru is softly crying. She doesn't ask her what's wrong because she knows what's wrong.
Haruka intertwines her fingers with Michiru's trembling ones. "We'll be okay."
Michiru sniffles and Haruka can feel her burrow deeper into her back. "You don't know that," is her mumbled reply.
Haruka smiles, a small, sad act which doesn't reach her eyes. "I know you'll be okay, because I'll look after you." She turns around in Michiru's embrace and gently lifts up her chin, so she can gaze into her eyes, their lower lids brimming with tears that threaten to spill over. "And I know I'll be okay, because you'll look after me." Haruka gently kisses the tears out of Michiru's eyes and down the salty trail of shed tears down her cheek, to the corner of her mouth. Michiru responds by kissing her hard, crushing their lips together. Haruka is surprised by the sudden intensity but kisses her back with equal zeal.
This time Haruka's back is against the wall, her blouse bared wide open, while Michiru kneads her breasts. She worries each nipple between her teeth before sucking on them. Haruka moans and Michiru covers her mouth with her own, their tongues meeting and intertwining. She slides her hand up the silken skin of Haruka's thigh and pushes aside her panties before inserting two fingers inside of her. Haruka leans heavily against the wall and Michiru introduces a third finger, thrusting harder and harder. Haruka grinds against Michiru's hand and when she orgasms she cries out into her lover's mouth. Michiru rests her head against Haruka's breasts and they are both held up by the wall. Haruka envelops her in an embrace and they stand there like that, holding each other for as long as they can, before finally deciding it's time.
They slowly part from their embrace and while they smooth their clothes and attempt to fix their hair, they hold hands the entire time. Haruka climbs onto the motorcycle and helps Michiru on behind her. They both put on their helmets and Michiru wraps her arms around Haruka's waist, pressing hard against her. Haruka turns her head and smiles at her. Michiru smiles back. She turns around and flips her visor down, the bike starts with a roar, and they're off to yet another battle. Neither Michiru nor Haruka know whether or not they will survive the oncoming battle, they never know, they are no such sureties in war. Neither know when their luck would run out. But each know that by relying on each other they're so much more, two halves forming a perfect whole. And that's enough for them.
Author: goddesswashu
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: March 5 - 5 - Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru: Desperate sex before a battle - They never knew when their luck would run out.
Word Count: 620
"Ah, Haruka!" Michiru cries out. She can feel the brick wall digging into her back through the thin blouse of her sailor uniform and into the exposed flesh on the back of her thighs. Her blue skirt is hiked up around her hips, her panties discarded nearby on the ground. Haruka kneels on the paved concrete of the alleyway, her face buried between Michiru's thighs, tongue moving across her sex in long, hard strokes. Michiru's orgasm hits her hard, leaves her gasping and weak kneed, and Haruka helps her stay on her feet.
Blushing, Michiru retrieves her panties from where they have been flung and slips them on. Haruka stands by her motorcycle keeping an eye out for any nosy passerby. Michiru approaches her from behind and wraps her arms around her, lets her forehead rest between Haruka's shoulder blades. Haruka can feel two small damp spots on her back and she knows Michiru is softly crying. She doesn't ask her what's wrong because she knows what's wrong.
Haruka intertwines her fingers with Michiru's trembling ones. "We'll be okay."
Michiru sniffles and Haruka can feel her burrow deeper into her back. "You don't know that," is her mumbled reply.
Haruka smiles, a small, sad act which doesn't reach her eyes. "I know you'll be okay, because I'll look after you." She turns around in Michiru's embrace and gently lifts up her chin, so she can gaze into her eyes, their lower lids brimming with tears that threaten to spill over. "And I know I'll be okay, because you'll look after me." Haruka gently kisses the tears out of Michiru's eyes and down the salty trail of shed tears down her cheek, to the corner of her mouth. Michiru responds by kissing her hard, crushing their lips together. Haruka is surprised by the sudden intensity but kisses her back with equal zeal.
This time Haruka's back is against the wall, her blouse bared wide open, while Michiru kneads her breasts. She worries each nipple between her teeth before sucking on them. Haruka moans and Michiru covers her mouth with her own, their tongues meeting and intertwining. She slides her hand up the silken skin of Haruka's thigh and pushes aside her panties before inserting two fingers inside of her. Haruka leans heavily against the wall and Michiru introduces a third finger, thrusting harder and harder. Haruka grinds against Michiru's hand and when she orgasms she cries out into her lover's mouth. Michiru rests her head against Haruka's breasts and they are both held up by the wall. Haruka envelops her in an embrace and they stand there like that, holding each other for as long as they can, before finally deciding it's time.
They slowly part from their embrace and while they smooth their clothes and attempt to fix their hair, they hold hands the entire time. Haruka climbs onto the motorcycle and helps Michiru on behind her. They both put on their helmets and Michiru wraps her arms around Haruka's waist, pressing hard against her. Haruka turns her head and smiles at her. Michiru smiles back. She turns around and flips her visor down, the bike starts with a roar, and they're off to yet another battle. Neither Michiru nor Haruka know whether or not they will survive the oncoming battle, they never know, they are no such sureties in war. Neither know when their luck would run out. But each know that by relying on each other they're so much more, two halves forming a perfect whole. And that's enough for them.