Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Little Lies ❯ Part III ( Chapter 3 )

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Sweet Little Lies

Chapter Three

by Devon Masterson

Michiru opened her eyes and smiled as she looked over at Malachite sleeping peacefully. He had his arms around her, tucking her inside of him. Last night had been phenomenal. She was looking forward to more in the future.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked sleepily as he opened his eyes.

"About last night….I enjoyed it," she replied almost shyly.

He smiled at her compliment. "I told you before there is no need for shyness, were too intimate for that."

"In that case, it was excellent," she complimented as she scooted away from him and stood. She stretched.

"Magnificent," Malachite whispered as he moved over to her. He ran his hands over her affectionately.

"So much attention," Michiru observed as she moved away from him slowly. "You'll end up spoiling a girl and have her thinking you're the slightest bit interested."

"And how do you know I'm not?" he pouted. He was hoping to get a little morning nookie to start the day.

"Because in spite of what you think, I know you," she answered as she gathered her clothes and started to dress. "I have paid close attention to you the last several weeks. You like to chase and play and once the chase is gone so are you."

"That's not fair," he replied as he stood. "And what about yourself? If I am the way you say I am, then why did you give me what I wanted?"

Michiru paused for a second. "I was curious at how long I could hold your attention, but then I…well it doesn't matter now."

"You what?" he pursued as he moved closer to her.

"I started to like you," she answered in annoyance. This subject was getting to be too stressful. "You got to me. Are you a better person for having known that now?"

"Maybe," he answered sarcastically as he moved closer to her.

Michiru buttoned her shirt and tied her hair back in a ponytail. "Good, then I've done my job," she replied as she turned to leave.

Malachite grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "Give me a chance," he whispered lowly. The warmth of his body was quite inviting.

"Alright, Tiger," she replied as she moved her head closer to him. She licked his lips seductively and then touched his nose playfully. "We'll see how you ride," she commented. She pulled away from him slowly and left him standing in a pleasant shock.

"Style and finesse! By the gods, I lo... could get used to her."

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Michiru sighed as she walked down the grand concert hallway. They had just played a sold out performance for a major charity event. It made her feel good that her talents went to help others even if she had to put up with a little politics from the higher ups. She had seen Malachite in the balcony while she played; he was talking animatedly to a beautiful young woman. Halfway through the concert they left and never came back.

As she walked by a large mirror, she caught sight of herself. She was frowning. "No wonder no one refused my answer when I said no to the party. Who would want to be around a frowny face like me?" Michiru stopped and took a deep breath. "He's not mine. We're just having fun. I'm dating him purely for entertainment," she told herself mentally as she cracked a half smile. She wasn't totally convinced. Here she was feeling a jealous about someone she tried to see as a boy toy and it was not working. She actually found him stimulating and entertaining. With Haruka being so busy with her new promotion, she and Malachite had spent a lot of time together, vertically and horizontally. Perhaps that is where she erred; she was getting to know him too well. It was way too late for that now. She looked forward to his calls to her cellphone and rendezvous here and there. The fun was over he had found his new play toy. She had kept his attention for over a year.

It was probably a record for him if he was not seeing someone on the side. Michiru shuddered in disgust at the thought. She kept him quite busy. If he had someone on the side, that person was not getting much attention she made sure of that. She smiled as she thought about the nights and days of passion that they shared.

"Admiration of beauty, another thing we seem to have in common," Malachite whispered in her ear as he stepped into the mirror's view.

Michiru turned quickly. She was surprised he was able to sneak up on her like that. Few people in the entire world were capable of such a feat. How he did it, did not matter she was glad to see him, that meant he was not with the tramp she saw earlier. Of course that did not mean that nothing transpired between them before he appeared. "One of us was does more than just admire," she commented as she stepped away from him. She started to walk down the hall.

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.

"The red head in the balcony with you," Michiru answered. "She's quite lovely. Was it good for you?"

Malachite looked blank for a second then smiled. "I imagine it could be in five years. That was a foreign diplomat's fifteen-year-old daughter. We left early because she became sick, she's not used to the food," he answered as he looked at her and shook his head. "I do have my standards and dating little girls is not in good taste. Besides, you keep me more than busy." He winked.

Michiru sighed inwardly. She should have kept her mouth shut since she was so far away from the girl. When she thought about it, the girl did look a little young. "I'm sorry for being so snippy. It's been a long day."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked curiously.

"I'll be fine," she sighed. "I just need a nice hot bath to soak in."

Malachite looked at her seriously. This was the first time she turned him down since their first time together. He put his hand to her forehead. "You feel a little warm."

"Really?" she asked as she put her hand to her own forehead. She could feel little beads of sweat. "At least it's not psychosomatic." She took out a handkerchief and patted her brow. "I'll see you tomorrow at rehearsal."

"You won't be at rehearsal. You need a break. I'm taking you away for the weekend."

"I have reher…"

"You're overworked," he interrupted. "You can either take the weekend off with me or I'll make you take the week off here to rest. I do have connections around here you know."

Michiru narrowed her eyes. A vacation sounded nice but a forced one did not. She was about to give him the argument of his lifetime when she started feel ridiculously nauseated. "Fine. Pick me up in the morning," was all she said as she walked away.

The next day Michiru flopped onto a king sized bed in a cabana on the beach. "This is lovely," she remarked as she laid back and looked at the ocean. "Maybe I do need a little fresh air." She walked over to the sliding glass doors and opened them. The salty sea air rushed into her nostrils and enveloped her in calmness as sea gulls played in and out of the waves. This was her idea of home, the ocean, the calmness; this was heaven to her. The happiness alone seemed to cure her ailments.

"I'm glad you like it," he replied as he put his arms around her. He kissed her neck. "I knew you needed this."

"I love it," she corrected as she turned around to face him. "Thank you." She held his face and brought him closer to hers. "There's something else I need."

Malachite raised an eyebrow innocently. "And that'd be?"

"Come with me," she answered as she pulled him inside. She led him to the bed and pushed him down slowly. She began to kiss him and strip slowly. He would try and caress her as they made out but she only moved his hands away. After a few minutes she succeeded in stripping him totally. "I want to play a little game," she remarked as she straddled him.

"I like this already," he snickered as she looked down at him. She placed her hands in her hair and removed the scarf from her hair. Michiru tied his hands to the head post. "Well this is a surprise." No lover had ever tied him up before. He would never allow it, but this time he was very curious about what she was going to do. "What are you up to?"

Michiru smiled. "Remember, when I said we'd see how'd you ride?" she asked seductively as she moved rhythmically over him. She removed her he shirt and smiled. "Today looks like a good day."

Malachite smiled as he felt her against him quickly hardening member. She didn't have on any panties. How that knowledge had managed to escape him he would never know, she always surprised him. Everyday was fresh and he never knew what would happen. "I'm a wild stallion, think you can handle me?"

Michi smiled as she slid downward and produced a bottle of chocolate syrup. "Oh, I think a filly like me do the job," she answered as she squeezed a bit on his chest and made a design, "and I do love a challenge." She started to lick up towards his chest slowly. "Hmm yummy."

He shivered slightly as she worked her way up to his chest. She had made a smiley face on his chest. It was something that five minutes ago, he would have found unbelievably childish, but now it was the most sexy and sensual thing that ever happened to him. He started to pull at his bonds she licked up the chocolate smile. "You like that?" she asked as she looked down at him. She smiled as he nodded. "Then you'll love this." He sucked in his breath as she licked the chocolate off his nipple and sucked it. He was surprised by his response, but then no one had ever done that to him before. It was not the kind of thing he would have ever thought would turn him on. His eyes drifted shut as he enjoyed Michi pleasuring him. She was teaching him, the master, new levels of pleasure.

"By the gods," he moaned suddenly as he felt her moist mouth close around him. He was so into the pleasure that he did not realize that she had moved positions. He pulled at his bonds in his pleasure. He was starting to become overloaded and needed to share the wealth. He had never been so turned on his life. He opened his eyes and saw her teal hair bobbing up and down in a beautiful rhythm. Here was a woman with all the grace, demure, and poise of a princess but deep within was sexual tigress ready to pounce. He had to posses her forever; he was going to posses her forever.

He pulled at his bonds again and a soft cracking noise escaped. Michi looked up sensually never letting her rhythm break for a moment. That was enough to totally set him off, he couldn't take it anymore he had to be inside her. He yanked as hard as he could and broke the vertical column in the headboard. In approval, Michi moved harder and faster on him. He lifted her head gently and then her whole body. "I can't wait anymore."

Michi smiled then moaned as he settled her on top of him. His stiff member eagerly began to move inside of her. "This is my ride," she teased lightly as she started to be swept away in pleasure. He placed his still bonded hands over head bringing her closer to him. She started to grind with him as Malachite grabbed her hips in effort to drive deeper into her in a faster, harder pace.

"Punish me later for being bad," he dared as he moved into her. He would get her back by getting her breathless and moaning her name. This made him all the more excited as he started to feel her quiver against him. He knew she was about to come. He already knew it was a matter of time before he exploded inside of her. Usually he slowed down to draw out the process and make her beg for more, but this time she had him in her corner. He was in her garden and the temptation was so right. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her right then. He just wanted her to tell him and show him all her secrets. He wanted to make her his. Everything was perfect.

"By Poseidon," she screamed out as she climaxed and shivered against him.

"Michiru," Malachite sighed as her climaxed threw him over the edge of ecstasy. The two collapsed on the bed beside each other. "I love you," he whispered as he held her close to him.

"What?" Michi asked softly as she sat up a little.

"That was wonderful," he replied.

"No you said you loved me," she corrected.

"Ru-chan, let's not get caught up in details."

"What do you mean?" she asked as she started to become angry. "You said you loved me a moment ago."

"You were mistaken," he remarked as he turned his back to her.

"Liar. Is it so hard to believe that great international playboy might want to settle down?"

"I never settle," he replied annoyed.

"I see," she said as she put her hand to the bridge of her nose. She was starting to get a migraine.

"Ru-chan, let's not fight," he said as moved toward her.

Michiru moved his hands away from him. Her head was killing her for some reason and her stomach hurt. She was probably going to start her period soon. "Just leave me alone."

"Fine," he replied angrily and turned his back to her again. He squeezed his eyes shut. This is not the way he wanted to relax after great sex. The whole argument was stupid. He was about to turn around and make some apology, turn up the charm, when he heard her sigh then a thump on the floor. He quickly got out of the bed. His eyes widened as he saw that she was unconscious on the floor and bleeding. He threw on some clothes, wrapped her in a blanket, and raced toward the hospital.

Hours later Malachite sat inside the waiting room. He had no idea what was going on. He wondered if she was okay. He didn't want to lose her. The fight had been so stupid, if telling her that he loved her would keep her with him he would do it. He just wanted Michiru back. "Ikari-san, I'm the doctor attending your wife."

"She's not my wife."

"I'm sorry for misunderstanding, but you…"

"Is she okay," he interrupted.

"She will be okay in a few days. She lost a lot of blood when she had her miscarriage…"

"Miscarriage?"

"Yes, she was three months pregnant."

"I need to see her…now!"

The doctor nodded and led the way. Once they were alone, Malachite ran his hands through his hair nervously. "Why did you tell me?"

"I didn't know," she said softly. Her face was tear stained and she looked tired.

"How could not know?" he asked. "Didn't you notice that your period was gone?"

"I was caught up in the past six months. I noticed last month I didn't have a period and made an appointment for Monday when we got back," she replied.

Malachite sighed and looked around. "I can't believe this," he said softly. "What about earlier when you suggested that I settle down."

"I didn't try to trap you."

"I didn't say you did." He ran his hands through his air in frustration. That was exactly what he had been thinking. If he did not have Zoicite, he might have tried to trap her. She had beaten him to the punch…well almost. There were too many people in his life anyway. He was not the father type or even the husband type really.

"But you were suggesting it," she answered hurtfully, breaking into his thoughts. "I love you and would never do that."

"You, what…"

"I loved you," she replied then turned her head away from him. She could not believe that he thought she wanted to trap him. "I shouldn't have kidded myself into thinking that he cared for me other than for a good lay." She could feel herself starting to cry. There was only one thing left to do. "I want you to leave. Let's just count our losses and make a clean break here."

"Ru-chan…"

"I want you to myself and you're not willing to do that. You proved that tonight," she answered softly. "Leave…now!"

Malachite shook his head. He was entirely too angry, hurt, and confused to be of any use to her now. "I'll see you in the morning."

"I never want to see you again."

That was the last straw. "Fine if that is what you want, Kaiou-san."

You know the drill what mine is mine, and what's Naoko Takeuchi's is Naoko Takeuchi. I'm just a pre-med student with a need for distraction ;p