SAILOR MOON: FIRST NIGHT (Haruka and Michiru) by Ivana B. Anonymous This is my first lemon... so please be gentle! :) I don't have an original way to introduce it, so I'm going to use Jeffrey "One-Shot" Wong's. He says: Note:This is a lemon. Reading this over and over again in certain sections could cause pain to come about on certain parts of your body. I hope you enjoy.....reading this ;) ** "It's a fine piece," Haruka said coolly to the girl beside her. "A very interesting arrangement of warm and cool colors. It's almost as if..." She paused, weighing her next words carefully. She and Michiru had met barely a week nd a half ago, and already they were traveling through Japan, on their search for the Talismans. Michiru's odd little flashes of sensation, like dim shooting stars, would serve as their guide. "We need to go north today" or "I sense an evil presence here" is all she'd say in the morning, and Haruka would put her bike in the back of the car and get ready to go. Occasionally they'd encounter a daemon, transform, and destroy it. Then they'd grab the glittering soul, at which point Neptune would shake her head and say "It's not the Talisman." A sigh would hang in the air for a few minutes, and Uranus would throw the soul back rather violently. But a look from her partner, and sometimes a hand on her shoulder, would cause the tide of helpless feeling to retreat. Mostly, though, their trips consisted of watching and listening... while moving unashamedly among the highest circles, enjoying fine art and music, breezing across the nation in the guise of two handsome jetsetters. Playboy racer and elegant violinist. The game was addictive. And so, found Haruka, was Michiru's style. The whispering movement of arms, a sidelong glance and a comment, the shimmer of a green dress and aqua hair. Haruka would feel the heat whip through her from behind, exploding out her eyes and vanishing into a curl of wind. And a pointed look from those eyes was enough to make her stammer like a kid, blood pounding in her veins. But, they had a mission to accomplish. And, as Michiru said, feelings born of extreme circumstances would not last. "How am I ever to find the Talismans," she said one day with a worried air, "if my senses keep bringing me back to you?" So the two women agreed to try and quell the growing passion between them, spending their nights in separate hotel rooms and their days across from each other in cafes. But still the electricity hung in the air, as eyes met with the fury of hot and cold air colliding and causing a thunderstorm. And prolonged gazes so intense that Haruka would look up and find an hour had passed. Haruka, who couldn't sit still for five minutes. About a week ago, they had stayed in a quaint old-fashioned inn, nestled among a trio of mountains. Each had gone into their separate rooms to settle down for the night. Haruka quickly stripped, anxious to wash off a day's worth of sweat from driving in the sharp-edged sun. A towel around her shoulders, she headed for the natural spring that served as a public bath. Outside, she pulled the sliding glass door shut, heard another door click as well, and looked up. Time stopped. Michiru was standing there, towel and soap in hand, also completely naked. The cool evening air rustled her hair a little, making gooseflesh out of the delicate skin of her arms, and the pool lapped invitingly. Haruka's eyes wandered over her body, so delicate, yet firm and sure... long stretches of leg and sweet curves that seemed so touchable... and, with a shiver, she noticed that Michiru's eyes were lingering too. Haruka could have sworn she felt Michiru touching her, her eyes as real a presence as a hand would be, meandering up legs, squeezing tightened muscles... Each woman stood for a full minute, engaged in the other's nude body, in a gaze as intimate as any touch. A loud, protesting whip of wind against the roof interrupted the exchange, and Haruka felt her cheeks reddening. "Dozo (If you please)," she stammered, gesturing to the pool, and hurried back inside, slamming the door shut behind her. Her towel fell to the floor as she walked stiffly past her bed, sitting down and leaning against it, her back to the glass doors she'd come through. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around her bare shoulders, and proceeded to envision Michiru's body once more, looking up at the mental image as though she were worshipping at a shrine. That was the night Haruka decided. She would have to seduce her partner as soon as possible-- just to get this indescribable sexual tension out of her system. Surely then, this momentary lust for Michiru would be satisfied, and they could get back to what was important. So tonight was the night. Here they were, at an art gallery, and Michiru was flushed with awe at some of the beautiful prints they were seeing. She was on a kind of high tonight, and Haruka felt giddy just looking at her. So she sat posed on a word, and carefully said, "It's almost as if the artist were..." "As if the artist were what?" intoned Michiru. She was wearing a loose, light blue sundress, which on anyone else would look more like a slip, but Michiru could make any outfit look elegant and tasteful. She had a knowing half-smile on her face, but then again, she always did. Haruka had given up trying to ponder that smile. It was more mysterious than the Mona Lisa's. On this warm night, Haruka was thinking about seducing Michiru. But Michiru's thoughts were a mystery. Her smile broadened for a moment, then returned. The words came out in a hoarse whisper. "As if they were... feeling sexy." Now! Haruka's inner voice coached, and she slipped an arm around Michiru's shoulder. She half-expected her hand to make a hissing noise as its warmth came into contact with Michiru's cool skin. Instead, it was Michiru who made a sound-- a hum that hinted at a giggle-- and she pulled in a little closer to the tall woman. Haruka closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of Michiru's hair. Ocean green and fresh. "Haruka," Michiru said with a serious, almost urgent air. The blonde's eyes flew open. "What is it?" She panicked. Don't let there be anything wrong! She hadn't pulled away from her, not yet-- but what could it be? Nothing to do with the mission, not now. No Daemons, no talismans, not tonight! She inwardly defied her whole purpose. Let monsters invade, let holy grails pour forth their light, but Messiah, God, whoever-- let her have this night! Michiru said something in a low, teasing voice, and Haruka started in relief. "What?" They strolled out of the gallery, Michiru just barely leading the say. "I said," she repeated, tossing her hair lightly, "I agree." The area in front of the painting was now empty, and the name plate gleamed with an errant ray of light. "Her Skin," it read. "Kaiou M." Haruka hated every second of the drive back to the hotel. But Michiru was humming lightly, and that made conversation unnecssary. In silence they walked back to Michiru's room, and as the door swung closed with an ominous *click*, their eyes locked. A shared awareness of what was to come flooded and was drawn back by the knowledge that they had to go about it the right way, that a rush of passion would never suffice. This was not a clunky duet but a sonata they were about to play, and that took finesse and restraint. They were standing several feet from each other, an ocean breeze flying in from the window and passing between them. Michiru's aqua hair rippled. Haruka swallowed in absolute awe. The wind lifted the blue dress slightly, revealing a glimpse of pale knees. The blue fabric seemed painfully fragile, as if a gust might tear it off completely. The sudden thought made Haruka gulp again, hard. "Thank you," she said in a measured voice, "for showing me your artwork today." "You're welcome," Michiru said simply. After a beat, she continued, blushing slightly in the dim light. "I never thought a racer like you would stop to admire paintings." Her smile widened a little. "You surprise me, Ten'ou Haruka." It was Haruka who made the next step in the dance. Swiftly she stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and slipped her hands into Michiru's. Arms still at her sides, Michiru let the long, tapering piano fingers entwine with her own. She even closed her eyes briefly at the sudden rush of warmth. Haruka smiled at this moment of triumph over Michiru, at her ability to ripple the unbreakable calm of the windless ocean. "I'll bet you thought you knew everything about me," she accused. "Bet I thought I did." Michiru recovered from this moment of surprised and countered by tilting her head upward. The puff of breath on her face nudged Haruka into the realization that their lips were so close. But Michiru went on. "I suppose you intend to prove me wrong." The taller woman leaned her head forward, and foreheads touched as blonde hair sifted into aquamarine tendrils. "Well," she said in a voice laced with heat, "I'd like to think I still have a few surprises..." Then their mouths were together, sucking breath and plummeting towards dark waters, and their hands had already found each other's waists. Clean lips stretched against sweet skin. Two playful tongues waged tart war, nipping each other's advances and probing crevices around teeth, behind jaws, between lips. Michiru's hair tickled Haruka's nose, and she kissed harder, trying to make the feeling overflow to her partner, trying to relieve herself of the burden of this staggering sensation. Each opening and closing of Michiru's small mouth only heightened the sensation, though, and as their lips pushed and danced with each other's, Haruka feared she'd lose all control. That was not yet her destiny, however, and somehow Michiru managed to push her away. She sat down on the bed just behind her, and moonlight struck her dress in a sudden flood of light. Curve over curve in silver illumination. Haruka gasped and pulled her shoulders back so abruptly that her blazer, which had been unbuttoned, fell immediately to the floor. She stood now in a tank top that clung to her breasts conspicuously, and with the muscles in her bare arms all tensed, she struck such a handsome figure that Michiru made a small sound. At this invitation, Haruka stepped forward to join her partner on the bed. She knelt with one leg against the edge, as Michiru moved back, still maintaining her kneeling position. With her other leg, Haruka took a second "step," reaching over to hold Michiru's wrists delicately, kissing her on the lips again. In response, Michiru shifted somewhat-- exactly how Haruka couldn't decipher, but it was enough to make her dress fall limp around her waist. Haruka guided her arms free of the shoulder straps, looking down appreciatively at the glorious nakedness before her. Michiru's hands slid past Haruka's to her waist, and made their way underneath the shirt. Haruka held her breath as they traveled up her stomach towards-- but Michiru passed by her swollen breasts completely, and instead lifted the shirt above Haruka's head, taking it off her. Haruka choked on cloth and wrinkled her nose in surprise and disgust. Michiru giggled then, and Haruka wondered if she should say something. But the look in the aqua-haired lady's eyes answered her unspoken question, and Haruka knew not to interrupt the music, nor this delicious game of cat and mouse that matched touch for touch, surprise for surprise, gasp for gasp. It wasn't over yet. Their faces just barely touching, the two lovers smiled at each other in a silent pact to continue the game. Both their heads nodded forward, and they began nibbling at each other's shoulders, biding their time until the next move was made. This one belonged to Michiru. Sliding one leg out from under her, she slipped it suddenly between Haruka's legs. The sudden contact incited the loudest comment yet, a sharp hiss, from Haruka, and she abruptly stopped nibbling at her partner's shoulder. Michiru's thigh was pressed against her clitoris, with only the thin material of her pants between them. Haruka knew she'd have to take her very soon-- but first, she needed Michiru to lose control too. So she kissed her again, moving her upper body against her. Neither girl was wearing a bra, so their hardened nipples brushed each other back and forth, over and over. The soft flesh and the acute pressure aroused Michiru so much that she let out a low "Oh!" Haruka needed no further encouragement. Stepping firmly on the bottom cuff of her pants leg with a toe, she began to crawl her way up the bed, and out of her pants. Michiru slid backwards, the blue ring of fabric that had been her dress sliding off easily, her underpants following suit. She wove her hands underneath Haruka's pants, now, clasping her bottom firmly and pushing the layers of clothing off her. Slowly but surely, the pants wriggled off, and Haruka clasped Michiru's naked body to her own as they reached the head of the bed. They kissed deeply, drinking in the unique odor and taste of their bodies together. Michiru spread her legs wide, and Haruka groaned as she lowered her hips onto her lover's. Two clitorises met each other, became aware of the contact, then of the other's throbbing, and began a rich erotic song, where each pulse and drop of liquid fed the other's growing desire. Michiru lay her head back and smiled brilliantly, no longer repressing her moans of joy, as Haruka kissed her face, her ears, her neck, her shoulders. She cupped her hands under Michiru's breasts, holding them steady as she moved her own breasts back and forth over the other girl's. Michiru's hands wandered frenetically, pulling at Haruka's backside, running fingers over her back, teasing her hair, squeezing one nipple to the point where Haruka had to cry out in delicious agony. Michiru's murmurs became louder and more frequent; her lover's groans intensified as the other's fingers teased zone after zone. And the smell of her hair was intoxicating, and her body so sweaty. And their hips pumped together, as the most sensitive parts of their bodies collided and kissed again and again, as her fingers and her nipples and her moans-- "Oh! Michiru!" Haruka snapped her head upwards as orgasm flooded her in a sharp orange wave. Sweat beads glistened like stars, and below her Michiru let out a long, exhilarated moan as her orgasm hit too. Haruka bucked uncontrollably, grinding into her partner's hips: but her thrusts were swallowed by the deep shuddering sway of Michiru's orgasm, like a whirlpool sinking into the sea. It was a good three minutes before either woman moved again, except for the subtle sway of their hips as their climaxes wound down. Haruka's head was now buried in the crook of Michiru's neck, dry lips brushing the top of her shoulder. As life energy slowly returned to her, she began kissing that shoulder fervently. Michiru felt it and smiled, her eyes slitting open. "I wonder," murmured Haruka lazily, "who seduced whom tonight." She let out a low laugh, and Michiru joined in with her own mezzo giggle. Just then, the orgasm began to leave their bodies with a swell of lust, and instinctively, they began to move their hips again. It wasn't ten seconds before a second orgasm rippled through them both, a gentle one, riding in the wake of that first glorious climax. They both let out an "mmm" sound, and felt the pulsing ebb away. And in the darkness, Michiru revealed her feelings for the first time in a low whisper. She felt Haruka answer by dotting her shoulders with kisses, enjoying the warmth of her legs between Michiru's, still locked together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The connection was there now. She felt it, just as she always had. And the game had been played, but by no means played out. Caressing the other woman's cheek, Michiru closed her eyes with a smile. And as she succumbed to sweet sleep in her lover's arms, an image shimmered in her mind. A mirror. A mirror revealing the reflection of two great planets, floating side by side in the night sky. -fin- First Night is a Sailor Moon lemon fanfic. The story is my own, but the characters are Naoko Takeuchi's fault. She's the one who made them so damn sexy. And it's Kodansha's and Bandai's faults for producing the show and exposing these sexy characters to people who would write lemons about them. So don't blame me, folks!