Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Haruka and Michiru: Second Honeymoon ❯ Haruka and Michiru: Second Honeymoon -- part one ( Chapter 1 )

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Haruka and Michiru: Second Honeymoon

Part One

Haruka slowly eased herself into the tub. The water was a little hotter than she'd wanted,
but she soon began to adjust. Still, the excess heat made her skin seem to tingle.

She had just finished washing herself down and was now enjoying a relaxing soak.
Michiru had just finished bathing and was more than likely changing for the dance they
had plans to attend.

The tickets had gone on sale two months ago, but Michiru had been talking about it
weeks before. Haruka was first in line for tickets and when Michiru found out, she
hugged Haruka so tightly that Haruka thought her ribs might crack.

The water line reached up Haruka's chest, past the base of her breasts, just below her
nipples. As the water worked its way into every pore of her skin, she leaned her head
against the far edge of the tub, closed her eyes, and marveled at how lucky she truly was.
Michiru was one in a million, Haruka had always thought so. She couldn't imagine being
with anyone else. Then again, she couldn't imagine anyone but Michiru having her.

They had been married for close to 10 years. They'd been engaged for longer than either
of them could remember, but they had decided long ago not to marry until Crystal Tokyo
had been established and the world was at peace. Still, through most of their long, long,
long engagement, they pretty much considered themselves married, even though they
hadn't made it official.

Nevertheless, either one of them would openly admit that their happiest moments were
when they were together, even if they were in battle. Even when it was absolutely
necessary for them to be apart, it was noticeable that both would suffer emotionally and
psychologically, each worrying about the others well-being, not knowing if the other was
alive or dead. It had reached the point where their relationship was almost symbiotic.
They were vital to each others emotional survival.

As the warm water began to work its magic, Haruka's mind began to wander into a
dream-like state. This was nothing new for her, she did this all the time. Her mind was
going back to what was far and away her happiest time with Michiru. It was their two-
week honeymoon is Paris, France.

Now Paris might not seem like an original honeymoon spot, but with Haruka and
Michiru, it wasn't so much where they spent their honeymoon, but how. They had
reserved a beautiful hotel room overlooking the waterfront. Their room was about the
size of a small house, with a kitchen and everything.

This was advantageous because Haruka and Michiru never left their room, not once in all
of those two weeks. Their entire honeymoon was spent in their room, completely naked!
They never bothered to put on any clothes, although even they didn't really know why.

The hardest part was hiding from the cleaning ladies when they came by in the mornings.
Haruka and Michiru never put up a "Do Not Disturb" sign. Maybe it was because, off
and on, they had to see some real people. Haruka remembered how they would always
hide under the bed, while the maids cleaned around them. Haruka also remembered how
she'd always peek from under the bed to look up the maids skirts and see if they were
wearing panties. Much to her delight, most of them weren't.

They had always been sexually open with each other. They made love once a week at the
very least. If one had to travel without the other, they'd call each other and have sex over
the phone. Sometimes the phone bills were astronomical, but it was always worth it.

They openly masturbated at home, sometimes in private, but mostly together. It was not
only for arousal, but also so they could keep each other updated on how they liked to be
pleasured, if they'd learned a new way of touching that they liked or if they found a new
place they liked to be touched.

For some reason though, that time in Paris was different. It was special. It was sacred.
They had made love in every area of that hotel room. That's probably half the reason
they didn't wear clothes; they knew they'd just take them off anyway. But it was
something about being there with Michiru for two weeks. Naked. Alone. Just the two of
them and no one else. Somehow, Haruka felt closer, more intimate with Michiru than
ever before.

Haruka's mind began to drift back in time to one particular incident. Too much had
happened in those two weeks to remember everything at once. She only brought forth
one memory at a time.

She remembered their second week. They had just eaten breakfast. Haruka was sitting at
the table and Michiru was putting the dishes away. She put the dishes on the counter.
Then Haruka could hear Michiru whisper to herself.

"I can't stand it anymore."

Haruka looked up and her eyes widened when she saw that Michiru had begun
masturbating. Her right hand reached up to her breasts, her fingers fluttering around her
nipples, which were already hard and swollen. Her left hand reached between her legs
and began stroking back and forth, ever so slowly. But soon, the rhythm gradually
became faster. After a minute or two of this Michiru whimpered a pleasured sigh and
removed her left hand from inside her. Immediately she started rubbing her crotch
against the edge of the countertop.

Haruka remembered that all she did was stare, hypnotized by the sight of her lover
pleasuring her beautiful self. As Michiru's hips pumped against the countertop, she
rubbed her wet hand all over her breasts, basting them with her fluids. After she'd
massaged her juices into her skin, she used her hands to play with her nipples, still
rubbing herself against the counter. She rubbed against the counter and played with her
breasts for several minutes. Her moans increased with every rub against the counter,
with every tug at her nipples. Her face reddened and her eyes were tearing up. Her body
glistened with beads of sweat, making her even more beautiful.

Suddenly, her entire body froze. Michiru's head shot up and she let out a quick gasp of
air. Her eyes went wide as if in shock. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she
had a big smile on her face. She cried out and came, her body shuddering off and on like
little earthquakes. Haruka would never forget that beautiful sight as long as she lived.

Then, as quickly as she'd started, Michiru regained her composure. Her face still red
from her experience, she walked over to Haruka and whispered in her ear.

"I just had to get that out of my system."

Michiru then licked Haruka's ear and walked into the bathroom to clean herself up,
seductively swaying her hips...

The hot water from the tub lapped against Haruka's nipples, snapping her back to reality.
Haruka's breasts were firm and muscular from her athletics, but they were deceptively
the most sensitive part of her body. That was a good thing though, since Michiru
absolutely adored Haruka's firm breasts and loved playing with them when they made
love.

Suddenly, Haruka could feel hands touching her. One hand was massaging her left breast
and the other was between her legs, penetrating inside her, pumping slowly in and out.
Her eyes widening in terror, Haruka's head immediately shot down to stare at her body.

Her eyes widened farther as she realized it was her own hands pleasuring her. And they
were still at it! Her face turned red, not so much from embarrassment but from shock.
She couldn't believe it. Sleepwalking is one thing, she thought, but this? She quickly
pulled her hands away from her body, then she heard a muffled giggle. Haruka
immediately looked up.

Michiru was standing in the bathroom doorway, her turquoise bathrobe untied and
loosely clinging to her body. She was playing with a lock of her aquamarine hair and
tossed a sly smile Haruka's way.

"What's wrong?" she asked, "I thought you were enjoying yourself."

"How long have you been there?!" Haruka yelled angrily.

"Ever since you started."

"And you couldn't wake me up or something?!" Haruka splashed a wave of water at
Michiru.

Michiru quickly stepped out the bathroom door, avoiding a soaking.

"Why wake you? I thought your body was doing quite well on its own."

"If you come back in here, I'll splash you again!" Haruka yelled.

"Really?"

Michiru slowly walked back in the doorway, her hands at the lapels of her robe. It was
almost as if she was daring Haruka to make good on her threat, but for some reason
Haruka didn't. For some reason Haruka sensed something was going to happen, and
something did. Once she was in the doorway, Michiru threw her robe back, the sleeves
dangling around her wrists, giving Haruka a glimpse of every inch of her gorgeous naked
body. Her large round breasts, so soft and pillowy. Her soft, tight sex, pouting and
plump, without a trace of pubic hair. Haruka was stunned. Even after all these years, the
sight of Michiru's body would still make her toungue-tied.

"Uh...Wow. What was I going to do again?" Haruka asked blindly.

Michiru giggled.

"Oh, nothing really. Actually, I was wondering if I could join you in the tub."

"I thought you were getting dressed for the dance."

"Haruka," Michiru's voice became softer and more seductive, "The dance isn't for two
hours. We have plenty of time. Besides, you looked like you were having fun about a
minute ago..."

Michiru's hands reached between her legs and began to rub her smooth sex. Then her
face changed to a mock-pouting look and there was a slight whine in her voice.

"...and I want to have fun too."

Haruka's left hand began playing with her breast again and her right hand followed suit.
She gave Michiru a sly glance and cradled her breasts in her hands, holding them just
above the waterline.

"Well come on in. The water's fine."

Michiru grinned and eased into the tub. Haruka moved away from the edge, as Michiru
sat on her lap, wrapping her legs around Haruka's waist.

"The water's a little hot, don't you think?" Michiru asked.

"Not as hot as you are."

"Oh, Haruka. You always know what makes me happy."

They wrapped their arms lightly around each other and kissed a long gentle kiss on the
lips. They lightly trailed kisses on each others lips, cheeks, necks and shoulders.

Michiru pressed her body tightly against Haruka's, rubbing their breasts together.
Rubbing their bodies together always excited Michiru. She always enjoyed pressing her
soft body against Haruka's hard, muscular frame. Michiru had a very slender body also,
but it wasn't chiseled muscle like Haruka's was. Haruka's muscles gave her a beautiful
body that looked so incredibly sexy, Michiru could barely control herself whenever she
saw Haruka naked.

Haruka's hands meanwhile, trailed down Michiru's back and clasped onto her soft butt,
spreading the cheeks apart. The hot water from the tub invaded Michiru's anus, causing
her to hiss a sharp gasp through clenched teeth. Haruka immediately stopped kissing
Michiru to see if she had caused her love any discomfort. Michiru's face glowed as she
gave Haruka a loving grin, reassuring Haruka that she was in no pain and pleading her to
continue.

The two resumed kissing. Haruka's hands cradled Michiru's butt and rocked her back
and forth in the tub as Michiru continued to rub her body against Haruka's.

Eventually, they both reached orgasm, and they gripped each other tightly, crushing their
bodies together as they spasmed against each other. As they came, they kissed each other
hard and moaned in each others mouths. They sat in the tub for five minutes afterwards,
lightly fondling each other and breathing hard as they got their strength back.

Both women looked at the clock in the hall outside the doorway. The dance was in one
hour. They couldn't believe how much time they'd spent, but still, they had their fun and
there was still plenty of time to get ready. It was only a half hour drive from their house
to the dance anyway. They wiggled out of their embrace and got out of the tub. But soon
they were both kissing again as they dried each other off, taking an extra long time drying
each other's breasts and privates.

After they dried off, Haruka pulled Michiru close.

"It almost makes me wish we weren't going anywhere tonight."

Michiru brought her forehead up and touched Haruka's.

"Me too, but you bought those tickets for us and I'd hate to see you waste your money."

They walked hand-in-hand, naked, to the bedroom, where they had laid out their clothes
for the evening. Before going inside, Michiru stopped and turned to Haruka.

"Did I ever thank you for buying those tickets. I know how expensive they were."

"Oh you thanked me all right! We were both sore for a week, remember?"

"Well even so, it's customary to thank someone again after the fact."

Michiru began to trace little circles around Haruka's breasts with her finger.

"So what do you say when we're done on the dance floor, we come back and do a little
dancing on our floor."

Haruka hugged Michiru and nuzzled her neck.

"A 'private' dance with the woman I love. You wouldn't be able to stop me if you broke
both my legs."

-end part one-

To Audience: This was actually more of a prologue than an actual chapter because it sets
the stage for events in chapter two, which is significantly longer. Nevertheless you can e-
mail me at tuxedo@connect.ab.ca with your comments. Did you like the story? Didn't
you? What didn't you like? Don't be afraid to voice your opinion. I urge you though not
to write in until you've read both chapters and get a full feel of the story.