Ok people...this story is written in third person and describes the old story of how Haruka and Michiru come out to their families and/or deal with their prejudice. It takes place in an alternate universe where they are still friends with all the other senshi. All the battles are over and Usagi is now Queen Serenity. So basically, this takes place in Crystal Tokyo. Or something. Oh, and it’s also in an alternate universe because I decided I wanted to change how they met and various other thingies.
Haruka and Michiru have been together for a long time when this story takes place...four years. Michiru’s family knows that Michiru is dating Haruka and has been, but do not know she is a female. Haruka’s family...is singular to say the least, but you meet them in the next story, which is still pending a start date. There’s a REASON why we never see these two families!
Hotaru and Chibi-Usa are about fifteen in this fic. So don’t write me complaining about child abuse. For clarification, Sakura is about 25 and Rena is about 16 or 17. So there. And yes, I’m completely ignoring the space-time anomaly caused by Chibi-Usa. Explanation: after Stars, she and Hotaru grow together. Period.
I figured they were all damn well close enough after Stars to merit the dropping of the honorific. Besides, I’m the writer, I do what I please. If I get enough feedback I may make this a quasi-series thingie with the focus on the everyday things that make them special, i.e., mushy stuff and touching stuff. One of these days I will make a story that involves the Starlights too. Oh, and it’s not necessary to read the final chapter of this story if you don’t like lemons. I added that chapter one night when I was exceptionally horny, so don’t read it if you don’t like lemons. That’s all I’m saying about it.
Thanks to my beta reader, that incredibly cute Nepuchuun who insists on fwapping me when I sneak looks at her butt. o.o
This story is dedicated to three cheese canneloni. I love you forever and want you to have my babies.
This intro is kinda long now. I’m gonna end it now.
"Just Jess!" hee, hee
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Kaiou and Tenou meet Haruka and Michiru
Part 1: Kaiou
Chapter 4: Discovery and Confession
Chapter 5: Epilogue WARNING: LEMON CONTENT
Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock. “Michiru, honey, you haven’t called! Where have you been! We thought you had fallen off the face of the earth, so we decided to come and stay with you for awhile.” Michiru stood in the doorway of the mansion she and Haruka shared, staring in mute shock at her mother, who had just breezed in through the door unannounced in her usual way. Finally her brain caught part of what her mother had blathered on about. “We?” she echoed dumbly. “Yes dear, your father is parking the car outside and your sisters are bringing in the bags.” Her mother began to poke around the foyer in her usual nosy way. “Now where’s your young man?” “Michiru? Where’d you go?” Haruka’s voice came faintly to their ears from the room she and Michiru shared. : Oh, shit! : Michiru thought. “Mother, wait here, I will be right back!” Michiru dashed away before her mother could protest. She ran down the halls and up the stairs, finally stopping when she crashed headlong into Haruka. “Whoa! What’s the hurry?” Haruka caught Michiru and pulled her into a hug so she would not fall. A frown of concern crossed her face. “My mother’s here!” Haruka’s eyes widened. She had never met Michiru’s mother, but had spoken to the termagant on the phone. She knew well enough to be scared. “What!” “She just got here! And she’s not alone, she brought my sisters and my father!” Haruka paled even more and clutched Michiru closer. A faint yell reached their ears. “Hey freak, where are you?” “Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no…” Michiru shook her head and hugged Haruka tighter. “She can’t know, she’ll want to deprogram me and kill you and my father…” Michiru shuddered and buried her face in Haruka’s shoulder. “I don’t even want to think about it.” “Michiru…” Haruka pulled back slightly and lifted her lover’s chin. She looked deeply into her lover’s blue green eyes, reading the fear in them. They brimmed with tears of worry and stress. “No matter what they say or do, remember…I…LOVE…YOU. And nothing is ever going to change that.” The tears began to run down Michiru’s cheeks. “I love you Haruka.” “We will deal with whatever comes up. I am not letting you get away from me now that I have you.” Haruka wiped away Michiru’s tears with the sleeves of her robe. “Michiru! Where are you?” Her mother’s voice drifted closer. True to form, her mother had paid no heed to Michiru’s request. Haruka glanced over Michiru’s shoulder, down the hall. She leaned in for a quick kiss, brushing her lips across Michiru’s briefly. “Now go and stall her while I get dressed. I’ll be down in a moment.” Michiru took a deep breath and went to intercept her mother. Haruka let out a sigh as Michiru dashed off. So the day had finally come. It had taken a lot longer to come than she had expected. She walked to the closet. She would have to dress carefully… “So where’s the racer? Do I get to meet Haruka or what?” Michiru’s older sister, Sakura, said, looking around. She walked to the mantelpiece over the large fireplace and looked at the pictures there, picking a small one up and looking at it closer. “Yes, Michiru, we are all looking forward to meeting your young man,” her father interjected. “Haruka is getting dressed.” Her mother looked shocked. “Dressed! What do you mean, dressed! Are you sleeping with him?” “Haruka was taking a shower just before you arrived.” “A shower! Alone I hope!” “Mother! Haruka was out riding one of the motorcycles and then worked on it! How else do you expect to get road dust and grease off without a shower!” “Well, all I say is you had better be sleeping alone!” “Oh, Mother, stop it! She is perfectly capable of taking care of herself!” Her older sister still held the small picture from the mantelpiece. Michiru tried to remember what pictures were up there and failed. “Don’t speak to me like that! Michiru is still my baby!” “Mother. Please. You DO realize what you just said?” Before anymore could be said, Michiru’s father stepped in. “Stop. This is Michiru’s house and we will respect that.” Michiru’s mother huffed and plopped on the couch. Her sister nodded and continued to hold the picture. Michiru seemed to be the only one to notice her sisters undue interest in that picture… Michiru stood by the large bay window, nervously waiting for Haruka to appear. “Little one.” Michiru looked to her father. “Yes, Father?” “Do you enjoy Tokyo?” “Yes, it’s so much fun, there’s always something going on…” She trailed off and silence reigned once more. “What I want to know is how did you manage to meet THE Tenou Haruka in the first place?” Michiru blushed slightly at the memory. “Well, I have a friend, Setsuna. She is also a friend to Haruka. One day, Setsuna convinced me to go to the racetrack to see a new racer, Tenou Haruka…” Michiru smiled as she remember the excitement of watching Haruka, hunched on her bike, leaning into curves and handling the bike as an extension of herself. “After the race, which Haruka won of course-“ “Of course.” Her sister echoed. “Setsuna and I were allowed to the back and we met Haruka at the trailer…” Michiru drifted back to the memory of that day…the sun beating down…the slight wind that ruffled her hair and danced across her nerves…and Haruka. She had pulled up directly off the track. She had stopped no more than a foot from where Michiru had stood. Then…she had pulled off her helmet. Michiru still went weak-kneed whenever Haruka recreated the actions of that long ago day. Haruka’s hair was mussed and sweat soaked from the race. She began to rake a hand through the short locks…then she glanced at Michiru…and promptly froze. At that precise moment, the entire world realigned itself. The meeting of eyes that afternoon forever changed their universes. It still made Michiru melt to look into Haruka’s eyes. The depths of those piercing blue eyes made her mind go blank…that long ago afternoon, their eyes met for the first time in a thousand years…and it was as though they had never parted. Michiru walked to Haruka, their gazes locked. Haruka breathed out a single word. “Neptune…” “Uranus…” They were entranced, unable to look away or even heed the world around them. Haruka reached up a hand. Michiru leaned into it, her eyes half closed. Haruka’s cupping of her cheek turned into a soft caress. Michiru leaned in further, bringing their heads together, lips closer…and then they were kissing. As they kissed, memories began to flood back to them. Memories…of the Silver Millennium…and who they had been and still were…and their long ago love-that remained still. They finally broke apart and stared at each other in wonder. A soft chuckle from behind Michiru broke their spell. Michiru blushed furiously as she realized she had just ardently kissed a total stranger! “Now that you remember who you were, allow me to tell you who you ARE.” Setsuna walked to them and noticed that for all their blushing, they had yet to let go of each another. Placing a hand on Michiru’s shoulder, Setsuna introduced them. “This is Kaiou Michiru, whom you remember as Neptune. And this-“ Setsuna gestured to Haruka, “Is Tenou Haruka whom you remember as Uranus.” Michiru blurted out the first thing that came to mind before she could even think. “You kiss better than I remember!” Haruka blushed furiously at that, as did Michiru. Setsuna tried to control her laughter… “Hey Michiru! Wake up!” She was being poked in the arm. She blushed as she realized she had drifted off into memories. “Well, then I met Haruka and we kind of…hit it off.” “Love at first sight kind of thing, huh?” “As I recall, you were wearing that green dress I love.” “Haruka!” Michiru turned to her and her mouth went dry. There was something about seeing her lover in a well-tailored suit that made her melt. Haruka grinned at Michiru, leaning against the doorjamb with her hands in her pockets. “Hello again, love. Is this your family?” “Yes, come here, I’ll introduce you.” Haruka walked to Michiru and gave her a kiss on the cheek then turned to face her family. “Haruka, this is my older sister, Sakura. Sakura, this is Haruka.” Haruka extended a hand and smiled at Sakura. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sakura. Michiru has told me about you.” Sakura went starry-eyed and smiled in pleasure at Haruka. “Oh no, Haruka, the pleasure is mine! I can’t believe I finally get to meet you! I’ve read all about your races, and I even found the interview you did with Speed Demon magazine!” Alarm bells went off in Haruka’s head. Wasn’t that the interview where she had spoken of Michiru and being a lesbian? Michiru took Haruka’s hand and led her to her other sister. “This is my little sister, Rena. Rena, Haruka.” Haruka shook her hand, smiling. “This is my father. Father, Haruka.” Instead of shaking his hand, Haruka bowed. “I am honored by your presence, sir.” Michiru’s father smiled and returned the bow. “And this is my mother.” “It’s about time! So this is your young man. You’re more handsome than I thought. Are you ever going to propose to my daughter?” “MOTHER!” Michiru was shocked and embarrassed to the core. “It’s alright love.” Haruka laid a hand on Michiru’s shoulder. Michiru turned to Haruka. “After all we’ve been together for over four years. Of course your mother would worry. Once she gets to know me, she’ll stop worrying.” “Hmph.” Michiru still blushed furiously, embarrassed that her mother would ask such a thing. “So, I assume you sleep in separate rooms, then?” Haruka looked at Michiru…and lied her ass off. “Yes, we do.” “Can I see them?” Michiru paled, looking as though she were about to faint. Haruka replied quickly. “No, not yet. They are quite unpresentable at the moment.” “Tenou-san?” Sakura caught Haruka’s attention with her softly spoken words. “No need to be so formal. Just call me Haruka.” Sakura nodded and smiled. “Might I see your car? I’ve always wanted to see what a great racer like you drives.” Haruka was slightly taken aback. No one ever asked to see her car. Generally people were more interested in her motorcycle, or more commonly, her helicopter. “Of course. We could go now, if you wish.” Sakura lit up. “That would be amazing!” Haruka smiled and nodded. She looked over at Michiru and extended a hand to her. Michiru walked to her, her eyes boring into Haruka’s, asking silent questions. Haruka drew her lover into their arms, hugging her tightly. The room was silent. All eyes were fixed on the couple before them as they embraced. Everyone felt the connection between the two; the air fairly crackled with their electricity, their connection. Michiru could hear her heart and Haruka’s beating in unison. She felt whole again, held in her lover’s arms. Haruka hugged Michiru close, cherishing these few moments with her one true love. Here, feeling her lover’s arms holding her, the empty place inside of her filled. They pulled apart and smiled gently at each other. Their eyes spoke their love, a million messages in a breath. Having fought for so long, they cherished life and love dearly. They knew how easily it could be taken away. Haruka turned to the room again and spoke, her voice slightly more husky than it had been and a slight smile still played about her lips. “Does anyone else wish to accompany us? No?” Haruka turned to Sakura and nodded. “Shall we?” Haruka grabbed her keys and led Sakura to the garage, leaving Michiru with the rest of her family in the living room. In the garage, Haruka flipped a light switch. Her eyes lit up as she saw her car. A pristine white Ferrari convertible, with all the toys and whistles. It was her baby. A low whistle came from Sakura. “Wow! That’s a beautiful car.” Sakura looked impressed and indeed she was. She had always had a thing for Ferrari’s. “Would you like to sit in it? I would offer to take you out for a ride, but I doubt we would get away with it. I know your sister would have my hide, if nothing else.” Sakura laughed and nodded. “She hasn’t lost her jealous possessive streak, I see.” Haruka joined in her laughter as she disarmed the alarm on the car and opened the door. Sakura gingerly set herself down in the driver’s seat. She looked up at Haruka and grinned, thrilled to be behind the wheel of this car. “This is a fantastic car.” “Thank you.” Sakura turned her head to stare straight ahead. Her brow furrowed as she wrestled with something in her mind. She looked up at Haruka, catching her eyes and keeping a steady gaze as she spoke. “I know you and my sister are lesbians.” Sakura saw a brief flash of shock in Haruka’s eyes before her face went expressionless. Sakura continued. “However, neither of you know that I am too.” This time, Haruka’s expression was priceless. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped so far open that Sakura thought it would scrape the floor. Sakura chuckled. “So, you can see that neither of you has any need to fear that I will blow your…shall we say cover?” Haruka nodded dumbly. She could not speak. She was too shocked. “Oh, and one more thing. You may want to hide this.” Sakura handed a small-framed picture to Haruka. Haruka looked down and saw the picture of her and Michiru in kimonos. The only picture they had with Haruka in female clothing. Well, the only picture they had on display. A frisson of fear tickled down her spine. She realized that the rest of Michiru’s family could have seen the picture. “Did-“ “Anyone else see it? No, I grabbed it before anyone could.” Haruka looked at Sakura, deep gratitude in her eyes. “Thank you. We owe you.” Sakura grinned. “No problem. I know what it’s like hiding from them.” “I think I owe you at least a ride in my helicopter, if not more.” Sakura grinned wider. “Whoa…that would be so cool! I would have to bring along another passenger, though.” “You have a girlfriend?” Pink suffused Sakura’s cheeks as she continued grinning. “Yeah. I don’t know what I would do without her.” Haruka grinned. “I know what you mean.” They walked back to the living room and found everyone sitting down. Michiru looked uneasy and about ready to jump out the window. Her mother looked self-righteously indignant. Her father looked exasperated. Her sister looked bored, as any self-respecting teenager would. “Shall we go out to dinner?” All eyes turned to Haruka. “I am sorry to say we haven’t enough food to feed everyone properly.” Michiru leaped on the offered escape. “Yes, let’s go out.” The jaws of discovery were staved off for a little while longer.
Haruka and Michiru were in their room, discussing quietly. “Where can we take them? All the places I can think of are NOT appropriate!” Haruka whispered. “Why don’t we take them to that Italian place while you get your mind out of the gutter?” “The one Tony owns-Hey!” Michiru chuckled and kissed Haruka’s cheek. “Yes, Tony is discreet and the food is good. And you know I love you.” Haruka nodded, a soft smile softening her features. “I know, my love. I love you, too.” She kissed Michiru gently. “Go on ahead with them. Take my car. I have something I need to take care of.” Michiru nodded, trusting in Haruka unconditionally. Haruka looked down at Michiru. Her lover’s eyes held a slight look of concern. Haruka’s heart filled to bursting. In moments like these, Haruka truly felt Michiru’s love. “Gods, Michiru, I love you.” Her voice was husky and filled with wonder. She leaned into her lover and kissed her again, deeply this time. Their lips met firmly, parting almost immediately to allow their tongues to entwine. Tongues danced in a delicious duel of love, bodies crushed together. Their arms wrapped around each other, locking them in a loving embrace. When they finally parted, they both were breathing hard. When Haruka had regained use of her voice, it was hoarse with desire. “Go, before you can’t.” Michiru grinned up at Haruka mischievously. “We could always ditch them and get a hotel room…” Haruka groaned and spoke again with her last bit of self-control. “Go!” Michiru sashayed out of the room, casting one last devilish look at Haruka, who was glued to the floor, watching her. After Michiru left, Haruka let out a sigh. She picked up the phone and dialed Tony to tell him the circumstances. Then she called Setsuna on her cell phone. “Setsuna? I need your help…” ~~~ “So what do you think? Do you think she’ll like it?” Setsuna held an elegant and simple platinum ring, garnished with Michiru’s birthstone, a ------. Inside was inscribed the words, “Anata ga Iraba” – As long as you are by my side. “No, Haruka, I don’t think she’ll like it. I think she’ll love it.” Haruka grinned, then sobered again. “I know it’s cliched and tacky to give her a ring, but…” Haruka shrugged. “I just think it’s appropriate.” Setsuna nodded. “I agree. It goes well with that oh-so-masculine persona you have.” Setsuna teased lightly. Haruka blushed a little. “Yeah, well, Michiru never complains.” “What about her family?” Haruka had long ago learned not to ask how Setsuna managed to know some of the things that she did. It was only out of years of practice and exposure to Setsuna’s quirks that Haruka was able to answer Setsuna’s question, as Setsuna wanted her to. “I don’t know. It’s all right for now, they think I’m male. I have no idea what will happen if they find out I’m really a woman underneath this.” “Her mother is a witch?” “Worse. She’s Cerberus himself.” Setsuna smiled. “For some reason, I think it will all be fine.” Haruka sighed loudly and ran a hand through her hair. “I am so nervous. I love her with everything I am. I would die if I lost her. I just want everything to be perfect.” Setsuna smiled at her friend’s nervousness. “You know perfectly well she feels the same way.” Haruka smiled nervously. “Yeah. I do.” She turned to face Setsuna and asked, “How do I look?” Setsuna cast a critical eye over Haruka’s outfit. It was a Savile Row custom-made suit. The dark grey of the suit made the gold of her hair and her tie tack gleam all the brighter. There was an unmistakable glow around her, otherworldly, accentuating to Setsuna’s eye the fact that Haruka was no mere mortal. No other person could look as good as Haruka did in a suit. “You look fantastic, as always. You’ll be mobbed by starry eyed young ones, just like everytime you leave the house.” Haruka blushed slightly and threw a half-hearted glare at Setsuna. She just laughed. ~~~ Michiru led her family into Il Amore, outwardly calm. Inside, her emotions gnawed at her. What was it that Haruka had needed to do? She quelled the upsurge of jealousy and suspicion with the knowledge that Haruka was trustworthy. She must have a good reason to leave Michiru at the mercy of her family. “Ah, Michiru-san! Buon giorno! There is a table prepared for you!” Tony greeted them in his usual friendly manner. As he led them to a large booth in the back of his romantically lit restaurant, he whispered to Michiru. “Haruka called ahead. She’ll be here soon.” Michiru gave him a small smile. Sakura slid in on one side of the booth. Her parents sat on the opposite side, and her little sister slid in next to her parents, leaving the outside seat next to Michiru open for Haruka, as usual. They ordered drinks and were perusing the menu when Haruka walked in. Michiru’s breath caught in her throat and held. She felt herself melt into a small puddle. Haruka was wearing the suit from when they had visited England with the Inners. It was Michiru’s favorite because Haruka looked so handsome in it, making Michiru melt everytime. Haruka strode in purposefully and greeted Tony, grinning. She stayed talking to Tony for a moment, then zeroed in on Michiru. Her expression grew serious and her eyes were incredibly intense. She began to walk towards Michiru, her intent gaze unwavering. She slid into the booth next to Michiru, their rising energy and tension casting the same spell it had earlier. Haruka slid an arm around Michiru’s shoulders, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. Michiru rested a hand on Haruka’s thigh under the table. They gazed at each other for a moment, communicating their love, then turned to face Michiru’s parents. “It is good to see you again.” Haruka addressed them, adjusting her position in the seat so she was mostly facing the room, crossing one leg over the other, yet leaving her arm around Michiru. “Consider the sentiment mutual, young man.” Michiru’s father stated warmly. “I trust you were not overly frightened by Michiru’s driving. Unfortunately, I taught her much of what she knows.” Michiru’s father’s eyes twinkled in merriment. “Ahh, I understand now.” “Understand what, Father?” Rena asked. “Why, Michiru’s style of driving, of course. I was wondering why she felt comfortable taking the corners on two wheels.” Sakura joined in the good-natured ribbing. “Yeah, I seem to recall a race where hotshot here decided to take a turn on ONE wheel.” Michiru rounded on Haruka, her eyes narrowed. Haruka sighed in defeat. “Thanks a lot, Sakura-san. I think she had nearly forgotten about that.” Michiru glared at Haruka. “You were just lucky that…” Michiru seemed to remember where they were and stopped herself before she said anything about the senshi and their duties. “Aww, honey, I’m sorry. I did promise never to do it again.” “I suppose it’s a good thing that the other guy decided to leave immediately. I was about ready to-to-“ Michiru could not think of a proper word to describe what she would have done to him had she caught him. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Well, it would have been bad.” Michiru’s father was laughing outright. “Are you sure you can handle her, young man?” “Yes, sir, I don’t think that will be a problem.” Tony had been standing behind Michiru’s parents as they had finished talking, so they did not see his face twitch when Michiru’s father addressed Haruka as “young man”. His eyes twinkled with unholy merriment as he took their drink orders, however. By the time their drinks came, they were chatting like old friends. Well, Haruka, Michiru, her father and Sakura were. Her mother seemed content to sit and listen, most likely gathering ammunition. Rena seemed content to do the same, but with the detached seemingly uninterested air that teenagers cultivate. It seemed to Michiru that Haruka was pouring out extra doses of her charm. If Sakura had not known better, by now, she would swear up and down that Haruka was male. She was so convincing, all the more so because Michiru was so feminine. Tony returned to take their dinner orders in the next moment. Time seemed to fly as they got to know each other in that peculiar slightly awkward way that family does. Michiru glanced at the watch Haruka was wearing and was shocked to learn that over an hour had passed. Their dinner had been brought and consumed. They now awaited the dessert of tiramisu. Haruka stood and turned to Michiru, who gazed at her questioningly. “May I have this dance, pretty lady?” Michiru’s face broke into a happy grin. She took Haruka’s hand and was led to the dance floor. The stereo system began to play their song. Their bodies spoke to each other, teasing and enticing as the intoxicating melody surrounded them. They danced the ancient dance of love and lust, becoming encapsulated in their world. Their eyes spoke volumes, holding a steady gaze. Not a word was spoken. The entire restaurant was hushed as they all watched Haruka and Michiru dance. Even the dishwashers from the kitchen were peeking out from the doors that led to the kitchen. Everyone loved to watch them dance. It seemed everyone held their breath as Haruka suddenly stopped in the middle of the dance floor and dropped to one knee. “Kaiou Michiru, your smile shines with more force than the sun. Just being near you makes my heart flutter. When I’m with you, I no longer want to run.” Michiru’s eyes misted up as she heard that. “I love you more than I ever thought possible.” The inhabitants of the restaurants leaned forward, eyes glistening with Michiru’s, breath held, anticipating what Haruka would say next. Haruka reached into her pocket and withdrew the small jeweler’s box. She opened it and held it up to Michiru, offering it to her. She spoke once more. “Will you marry me?” The world stopped in that instant. Michiru’s eyes were locked onto Haruka’s pleading ones. Slowly she nodded…yes. “Yes.” A whispered vow, stronger than a thousand sworn statements, and heard by everyone in the restaurant. A cacophonous frenzy went up, applause, yells, whistles, and a few of the regulars even yelled out, “About time, you two!” Neither of them heard any of it. Haruka was grinning like an idiot as she stood and took Michiru into her arms. She leaned her head down and captured Michiru’s lips with her own, kissing her tenderly. “I love you Michiru.” “I love you Haruka.” “I love you more.” “Nuh uh, I love you more.” Haruka smiled and kissed Michiru again. “Brat.” She took the ring from the box and slid it onto the third finger of her lover’s left hand. They walked back to the booth hand in hand. As they sat, Michiru’s mother spoke. “Hmph. About time, young man.” “Oh, mother, calm down! They just got engaged! Be happy for them.” For once, Michiru’s mother actually did as her daughter suggested. Tony walked up after they had seated themselves again, bearing a tray of glasses and a bottle of champagne. “For the happy couple. On me.”
Later, as they left, it was decided that Haruka and Michiru had something they needed to take care of. They sped off in the Ferrari to Usagi and Mamoru’s home as Michiru’s father drove Haruka’s Miata (Haruka has a hard-on for convertibles, ok!). “How do we handle Hotaru? They know nothing about her.” Haruka thought about it, the wind whipping through her hair. “Well, we can tell them a partial truth. She’s our adopted daughter. We can just tell her that we want them to think I’m a guy. She’s smart. She’ll understand why.” “And Chibi-Usa?” Haruka’s face immediately grew more serious. “I don’t know.” Any further conversation was forestalled by their arrival at the home of their friends. By the cars parked outside, they could see that all the Inners were there. As they walked up, they saw that their daughter and her lover were outside. Hotaru spotted them first and ran up to them. “Haruka-papa! Michiru-mama!” They smiled and hugged their fifteen- year-old daughter. “Hey there, brat. Have you been good for your princess?” Chibi-Usa walked up behind Hotaru and hugged her, wrapping her arms around her lover’s waist. “Of course not. She was a wicked and evil little bitch as always, Haruka.” “Chibi-Usa! I heard that!” “I should hope so, I said it right in your ear.” Chibi-Usa grinned. Usagi appeared in the doorway. “Haruka! Michiru! Come inside, join us! We were just playing a game.” “Actually, odango, we can’t stay long. Family is in town.” “Really? Whose?” Michiru spoke, laying her left hand on her chest. “Mine.” Usagi’s eyes bugged out of her head. “Is that what I think it is???!!!” They grinned. “Depends on what you think it is, odango.” “HEY EVERYONE! HARUKA AND MICHIRU ARE ENGAGED!” A chorus of “WHAT’s!” came from inside the house and in a moment, the Inners and Mamoru stood outside. There was a lot of jostling and a chorus of “Let me see’s!” as they crowded around Michiru. Mamoru stood off to the side, next to Haruka. He looked at her. “Are you ready for this?” Haruka thought for a moment, looking at Michiru, testing her feelings, though she knew it wasn’t necessary. “Yes. This is right. I love her.” Mamoru nodded and smiled. “Good. Did you want Rei to perform the ceremony?” “If at all possible.” “It’s more than possible, it’s a certainty. I get the feeling Rei would be insulted should you NOT have her perform the ceremony!” “Ooooh, that’s beautiful!” “Wow! That makes me want to reconsider lesbianism!” Everyone laughed at Rei’s statement. They all knew she was deliriously happy with her husband. “Have you set a date yet?” Minako asked. “No. Right now, we’re not really concerned with that.” Michiru answered. “What are you concerned with?” Ami questioned. “Michiru’s family.” Haruka responded. “Why? Aren’t they in Okinawa?” “Not anymore. They’re in our house.” The Inners all began speaking at once. “So what exactly does that mean, Haruka-papa?” Hotaru’s voice cut through the jumble of questions. Haruka sighed and leaned closer to her daughter, dreading the news she had to give. “That means that I am pretending to be a man and Chibi-Usa cannot come over until they leave.” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Chibi-Usa and Hotaru chorused their protest in a wail of pained denial at the thought of being separated. They immediately clutched at each other in reflex. Haruka sighed again. “I know, I know. I hate it too.” “Haruka, there may be a way to prevent any more assaults on our ears.” Michiru touched her elbow to get her attention. Haruka glanced at Michiru. “No PDA’s?” Michiru nodded. Haruka pondered that possibility. “It could work…Chibi-Usa, Hotaru, let’s talk.” Haruka led the two youngest Senshi off a short distance. They spoke heatedly for a moment and Hotaru and Chibi-Usa nodded gravely as they listened to Haruka. “Michiru, do you have a dress yet?” Minako asked. Michiru blushed and nodded. They all laughed. “A bit eager, were you?” Makoto teased. “I think it’s sooooo romantic!” Minako had hearts in her eyes and would have continued on, but she was interrupted by the return of Haruka and the two young ones. Hotaru and Chibi-Usa, for once, were not touching. Haruka walked up behind Michiru and hugged her around the waist. She noticed that the two young ones not only did not touch, but also studiously avoided looking at each other or anyone else. She chuckled. “I didn’t say you needed to stop YET!” The two young ones looked at her and Michiru, looked at each other, looked back at Haruka and Michiru, looked at each other, and grinned. They grabbed each other’s hand and nearly ran into the house, trying to make it look like they were not trying to leave as quickly as possible. “YOU’VE GOT TEN MINUTES!” Haruka yelled. Everyone laughed and Michiru lightly hit Haruka’s arm. They grew serious once more. “Has anything come up?” Michiru asked. Ami shook her head. “Not since Galaxia. The enemies have all disappeared since we defeated the last of their leaders.” “What was that about Michiru’s family?” Makoto asked. Michiru groaned. “Gods…yes, they’re in town, staying with us. Thank the gods, they think Haruka is a man.” “Not…all of them.” All eyes turned to Haruka. “Your sister knows.” Michiru paled. “Oh, no! Has she said anything?” Haruka shook her head no. “No, and she won’t either.” Rei spoke up, incredulous. “How do you know that?” “Because she’s a lesbian too.” “WHAT!!!” “She is. She told me herself.” Michiru, Usagi, Rei, Minako and Makoto all fainted. Haruka laughed as she held an unconscious Michiru. ~~~ Chibi-Usa smiled at Hotaru. “I love you.” Hotaru smiled happily up at Chibi-Usa. “I love you too.” They kissed, losing themselves in each other’s flavor. Their tongues advanced together waging a war of love. Hotaru ran her hands up and down Chibi-Usa’s back. “I love you Hotaru.” “I love you Usagi.” (They’re so cute it makes you sick.) They kissed again, crushed together in a hug that could not be broken… When they returned downstairs ten minutes later as ordered, their cheeks were flushed, their eyes twinkled and their clothes were mussed. Haruka chuckled when she saw them. Ah, young love…it was good to see those two so happy together. (Even if they don’t have exciting pillow talk.)
Chapter 4: Discovery and Confession
Haruka sighed deeply and ran a hand through her hair. After five days, everything was still going well. Chibi-Usa and Hotaru had managed to hide their love rather well, mainly by not being around each other in front of Michiru’s family. Michiru was looking haggard. Her mother never left her alone, constantly finding fault in all she did. Haruka helped in what little way she could, distracting her mother or claiming Michiru needed to do something. It wasn’t enough. Haruka was running out of ideas. They had to get rid of Michiru’s family soon, or Michiru would snap. Haruka didn’t particularly relish the idea of having to flee the country because Michiru had killed her mother. Haruka made up her mind. This was too much. “Michiru! Michiru! Where are you?” Haruka’s yell echoed through the house. “Coming!” Haruka could hear Michiru make excuses to her mother. She appeared in the doorway of their bedroom almost immediately afterward. Her eyes were hollow and grey with fatigue, and had heavy bags underneath them. Her cheeks had lost their color and were sunken in. Her skin no longer had its healthy tone; that had been replaced with an unhealthy pallor. Everytime she looked at her lover, Haruka felt pain and a growing hatred for her mother. She knew she didn’t look much better. Before she spoke or greeted Michiru, Haruka closed and locked the door. She turned to Michiru and drew her into a loving embrace. They collapsed against each other, relishing this small moment when they were alone once more. “Honey…” Michiru pulled back far enough to look at Haruka’s face. “I can’t stand idly by and watch you kill yourself denying who you are.” Michiru gazed up at Haruka, expressionless. “You think telling my parents is the only course of action.” Deeply concerned for her lover, Haruka nodded. Michiru broke from Haruka’s embrace, sighing and frowning, deep in thought. She walked slowly around the room. Haruka watched her, fidgeting, worried she had said the wrong thing. “If you don’t want to, you know, we don’t-“ Haruka stammered out quickly. The remainder of her statement was lost as Michiru forestalled the words by laying her fingers on Haruka’s lips. She smiled, sadness in her eyes. “No. You’re right. We can’t hide it anymore. Our love is not something to be ashamed of. We will tell them together, and we will do it tonight. Now.” Haruka caught Michiru’s wrist as she passed on her way to the door. “Are you absolutely sure? You do realize you could be disowned.” Michiru’s laugh was brittle. “Like that would be a great tragedy. I’ve made my own way since I was twelve, you know that.” Haruka nodded. “Yes…just remember what you’re giving up.” Michiru turned to Haruka and cupped her cheeks, looking into her eyes. “So long as I have you, my Haruka, I have the world.” Tears glimmered in Haruka’s eyes. “I love you…” Haruka leaned in, hugging her around the waist and kissing her gently. Michiru savored the feel of Haruka’s body against hers. She missed being able to hold her lover whenever she felt the urge. This forced cooling off of their ardor was pure torture… They kissed ardently, infusing the kiss with all their love and devotion. They finally broke apart and gazed into each other’s eyes. Michiru took one last fortifying breath and spoke. “Let’s go.” ~~~ “Mother, Father, we have something to tell you.” Michiru’s stomach fluttered. “You’re pregnant aren’t you? I knew it! You’ve been sleeping with him and he got you pregnant, that’s why he proposed, I should have seen it-“ “MOTHER!” Michiru shouted. Her mother looked shocked at her outburst. Michiru sighed. “I think you had better sit down.” Her mother and father sat on the couch. Her mother remained uncharacteristically quiet. Her father looked at her rather questioningly. Her sister stood by the mantelpiece. Hotaru and Chibi-Usa had taken Rena to see a movie. Michiru glanced over at Haruka and took a fortifying deep breath. Haruka took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “I’m not pregnant. I cannot get pregnant from Haruka.” Michiru sighed again. “You see, you’ve been mistaken…Haruka…is not a man. She’s a woman.” Silence. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARUKA’S A WOMAN! ARE YOU DEMENTED? ARE YOU A…A…A LESBIAN?!” Michiru’s mother shot up out of her seat as she shouted at her daughter. “Yes.” Michiru stated simply in reply to her mother’s outburst. She stood proudly hand in hand with Haruka. Clap…clap…clap…clap. “You’re more courageous than I ever was at your age,” Sakura said. “Mother, Father, my roommate isn’t just my roommate. She’s my wife.” Michiru’s mother turned red. Her mouth worked for a moment and then her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed back on the couch, out cold. Michiru’s father looked at his wife and then looked at his two daughters who stood before him. Then his iron-hard gaze locked on Haruka. “Tenou Haruka-san.” “Yes, sir.” “A few words, if you will.” Michiru stopped Haruka from going to her father. Her eyes were diamond hard and just as cold. “You will not threaten or buy off my fiancée.” Her father’s face remained impassive. “There is only one thing I have ever wanted for you and that is your happiness.” Michiru stared at her father hard for a moment. Haruka touched her lover’s arm. “It’s ok, honey.” Michiru looked at her lover, worry in the depths of her eyes. Haruka smiled gently. “Truly. It’s ok.” Haruka walked to Michiru’s father, who stood. “Shall we adjourn to my study?” He nodded in acquiescence. They walked out of the room. Sakura turned to her sister. “I think we should let Mother sleep for a while, don’t you?” Michiru giggled, relieved. “Yes, let’s wait a while before we wake the dragon.” As the sisters began to relax a bit, Haruka was tensing. She sat behind the large executive desk in her study. Michiru’s father sat in front of her, his hands steepled in front of him. The businessman knew exactly who held the power in the room, and it certainly wasn’t Haruka. Haruka cleared her throat. “Would you care for some sake or a cigar?” He nodded. “Thank you. Both.” Haruka rose and went to the wet bar. She poured two small glasses of sake and handed one to Michiru’s father. She opened the humidor on her desk and offered it to him. He selected one and lit it. They sat in silence for a few minutes, the tension building in Haruka. When Michiru’s father spoke, Haruka nearly jumped. “You show much devotion to my daughter.” “I love her, sir.” He took a puff of the cigar. “I see that.” His shrewd gaze watched Haruka. “I also see her devotion to you. She loves you with all her heart and soul.” “As I love her, sir.” He chuckled. “Indeed.” He sipped the sake. “I have one warning for you, wind chaser.” He chuckled again at her expression. “Yes, I know much about you. You think I didn’t have you fully investigated?” Haruka was shocked to say the least. “Regardless, I have one warning.” His eyes hardened. “You hurt her, I hurt you. Are we clear on this?” Haruka nodded curtly and rose as she vowed to him, “Should I ever hurt her, sir, I would hurt myself first. She hurts; I hurt. It seems we-“ Haruka paled visibly as she cut off her words. The cup of sake she held fell out of her hand as she ran out of the room, down the hall and back to the living room. Sakura was trying to pull her mother off of Michiru, who was being choked. Her face was red and her hands clawed and clutched at her mother’s fingers, which were wrapped securely around her throat. Haruka did not pause in her running. Her fist rose and clipped Michiru’s mother on the chin. She flew back and hit the wall, slumping to the floor, stunned. Completely ignoring the bitch, Haruka knelt beside her coughing lover. “Michiru! Michiru! Are you all right?” “…cough…gasp…yes…I think so…” Haruka clutched Michiru to her, closing her eyes. “…you vile…brainwashing…bitch! You stole my baby!” Michiru’s mother tried to get up, but her balance was still off from Haruka’s punch. Still holding Michiru close, Haruka spat out, “You have no right to assault her, ever!” “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!” Michiru’s mother finally stood as she shouted that. Haruka picked Michiru up off the floor effortlessly and carried her to the couch. She placed her there, gently caressing her cheek before turning to face her mother. Haruka’s eyes were as cold and hard as steel. She advanced on Michiru’s mother, her face a mask of hate. She grabbed Michiru’s mother by the throat and shoved her up against the wall, ignoring her futilely clutching hands. Haruka made sure her grip was strong, but not tight enough to cut off circulation or air flow. “This is your only warning,” Haruka hissed. “If you ever lay a hand on her, say anything unkind or even think about hurting her in any way, I swear by all that is holy, I will kill you. Do you understand me?” Michiru’s mother read the truth in Haruka’s eyes. “It is only out of respect to your husband that I do not kill you now.” With that, Haruka dropped her to the ground, as though she were something vile. Haruka walked back to where her lover reclined against the couch. Her face melted into concern, all the hate disappearing as though it had never existed. “How are you, honey?” Michiru hugged Haruka. “Better…but you didn’t need to do that.” “Yes, she did.” Michiru’s father spoke, looking at his wife with distaste. He walked to her and spoke one sentence that said it all. “You have shamed me.” He turned his back on her as she paled and fainted. “I apologize on her behalf. I can only hope that you do not cut us off from you.” “Haruka-papa? Michiru-mama? What’s going on?” Hotaru and Chibi-Usa stood in the doorway, having just walked in. Rena stood behind them, looking as confused as they were. Haruka and Michiru smiled happily. “Hotaru, Chibi-Usa, come here.” Haruka and Michiru embraced them and looked over at Michiru’s father. “Father, allow us to properly introduce these two. This is our daughter and her lover.” Michiru’s father looked at them and smiled chuckling. “Should I begin looking out for Rena’s girlfriends?” Sakura glanced at her littlest sister and spoke up. “Actually, you should look for both boyfriends and girlfriends…she’s bisexual.” Her father threw his head back and laughed uproariously. Haruka and Michiru looked at each other and smiled before joining him in his laughter.
“I love you…” Haruka kissed Michiru’s soft lips. “I love you…” Michiru sighed out. “I can’t believe you actually punched my mother out!” She chuckled and rubbed against Haruka’s nude body. Haruka growled low in her throat. “Tease…” Her breath hissed out between her teeth. “I had to hit her…she was hurting you…” Michiru savored the sensuous feel of skin on skin. “Honey…should we let my family come back?” Michiru caressed Haruka’s back. Her hands idly danced over Haruka’s sensitive nerves. “Ooooh…whatever you want, honey…” Haruka shuddered. Michiru lightly raked her nails down Haruka’s back. “Mmmmhmmm…but honey, what if Sakura and Rena want to bring their girlfriends?” Haruka shuddered again, her mind not at all on what Michiru was saying. “Mmmm…ooooh…let them…they can fuck all day and all night I don’t’ care, just kiss me…” Michiru laughed lightly, enjoying the teasing of her partner. She kissed Haruka’s shoulder. “Good…they’re bringing them next week.” Michiru arched her neck and bit the fleshy part of Haruka’s neck where it met her shoulder. Haruka moaned and hugged Michiru tightly. “Fine…good…let them stay as long as they want, I don’t care…kiss me…” Haruka panted out. This time, Michiru complied and pressed her lips to Haruka’s. Pulling back a little, she extended her tongue and licked Haruka’s lips. Haruka breathed heavily and then fused her mouth to Michiru’s following Michiru’s tongue back into her mouth. Their tongues danced and intertwined as their hands roamed free over each other’s body. Michiru ran her hands up Haruka’s back, dragging her nails up, causing Haruka to moan loudly into her mouth. Michiru dragged her hands away from Haruka’s back. She slid her hands over and above Haruka’s shoulders. “Oh, GODS!” Haruka yelled as Michiru’s hands reached her breasts and squeezed. Michiru smiled and scooted down on the bed so she was staring up at Haruka’s breasts. She reached up and licked each of Haruka’s already hard nipples. “Mmm…my favorite…horny lesbian racecar driver…” Michiru slid a hand down under Haruka’s firm stomach and dipped two slim fingers into Haruka’s wetness. “… and such an eager-“ Michiru ran her fingers over the lips of Haruka’s vagina and thrust them in roughly on her words, “-fuck you are…you love to feel my fingers inside you, don’t you?” It was one of the things that had surprised Haruka at first. Michiru, her innocent looking lover, had a weak spot for dirty talk during sex. Through Michiru’s influence, Haruka discovered that she did too. Michiru’s words had the desired effect. Haruka clutched at Michiru and the bed, her hips thrusting towards Michiru’s hand. “…Yes! Yes! Ooooohhhh, fuck me…” Haruka commanded in a pleading tone. Michiru stilled her hand. Haruka groaned. “You want me to keep fucking you?” She ran her thumb over Haruka’s shaven mound, teasing and enticing. “Yes…” “Beg me.” Michiru commanded. “Please…Michiru…please…” Haruka pleaded. Michiru wiggled her fingers inside Haruka, eliciting another moan. “Please what? Say it or I won’t do it.” “Please fuck me with those fingers…please make me come!” Haruka begged. “Mmm…I love it when you beg to get fucked.” Michiru resumed her thrusting with her fingers. Haruka ground her hips against Michiru’s hand. Michiru watched Haruka’s breasts sway and jiggle above her. She couldn’t resist the puckered nipples, and didn’t even want to try to resist them. She extended her tongue and let Haruka’s movements bring her nipple into contact with Michiru’s tongue. Haruka grunted, no longer in the realm of speech capability. She intensified her grinding, and lowered herself more so Michiru’s tongue could reach more of her breasts. Michiru responded to Haruka’s mute plea and took a nipple into her mouth. Sucking slightly so it wouldn’t slip out, Michiru ran her tongue over the tip of Haruka’s nipple. She played with it, flicking it, nipping it with her teeth, and then soothing it with broad sweeps of her tongue. Haruka could feel it rising in her with each thrust of Michiru’s fingers and each flick of her tongue. Haruka groaned her special groan, the indicator to Michiru that her lover was about to come, that exquisite sound that began a groan and became a soft moan. Michiru changed her tactic abruptly. She began to suckle Haruka’s breast in earnest, taking as much as she could into her mouth, inhaling her. Simultaneously, she moved her thumb directly over Haruka’s clit and she began to flick and caress it. It was too much for Haruka’s senses. “AAAAHHH!” Haruka yelled at the ceiling, her body locked in orgasm, spasming over Michiru. Haruka came so hard she blacked out and collapsed on top of Michiru, her limbs refusing to hold her anymore. Michiru smiled and savored the feeling of wholeness that permeated her body. With her free hand, the one that wasn’t stuck between them and deliciously inside Haruka, with that free hand, she lovingly caressed the back of Haruka’s neck. The short hairs tickled her hand. She smoothed Haruka’s hair, savoring the feeling of love she felt in that moment. Haruka was so good to her… “I love you Tenou Haruka. I was lost until I found you…” Michiru’s whispered words sounded loud in the stillness of the room. “I love you Kaiou Michiru. You brought me to life.” Haruka’s husky whisper sounded directly into Michiru’s ear. She raised her head to look down into Michiru’s eyes. Their loving gazes met and they smiled. Haruka leaned down and kissed Michiru gently. “How does my loving, perpetually horny fiancée feel?” Haruka whispered against Michiru’s lips. “Mmm…” Michiru took Haruka’s hand and placed it in the middle of her wet heat. “Take a wild, ah!, guess.” In the middle of Michiru’s sentence, Haruka had slid a finger over Michiru’s sensitive clit. “Oh, I’d say you feel like getting fucked.” Haruka stated confidently as her finger made lazy circles over Michiru’s clit. “Oh, gods…ungh…” Michiru’s hands clutched at Haruka’s back and neck, her nails digging into the skin. “Yes…fuck me…now!” Michiru pulled her hands down and squeezed Haruka’s hypersensitive breasts. “AAAAHHH! Yes!” Haruka panted heavily and pinched Michiru’s clit once. She leaned down and growled into her lover’s ear. “I want to fuck you like an animal.” Michiru giggled. “Who would have thought Trent Reznor could sound so good in bed?” Haruka broke away from Michiru and slid to the side of the bed, reaching under. She pulled out a leather harness. Michiru grinned happily when she saw what Haruka held in her hand. As Haruka fastened the harness to her hips, Michiru whispered into her ear. “Did I ever tell you that I love it when you have a dick?” Haruka finished fastening the harness and pinned Michiru to the bed. “So long as you love me without it, too.” Michiru’s eyes blazed with passion. “That’s what I love about it. It’s removable. I love you with or without a dick.” Haruka pinned Michiru’s hands with one of her own and reached down to slide the dildo into her lover. Michiru’s hands broke free to claw and clutch at Haruka’s back as she slid deeper into her lover. “Uunngghh! Ohhh!” Michiru panted as Haruka paused for a moment to allow them to adjust to the feelings of fullness and penetration the specially made double dildo harness allowed them. Haruka pulled her hips back, sliding the dildo slowly out of Michiru. “Oh, GODS! HARUKA!” Michiru grabbed Haruka’s buttocks to try and pull her back in. Sweat began to form on Haruka’s forehead as she held herself still over her squirming lover. Then just as slowly as she had slid out, she slid back in, until she was buried completely within Michiru. “Oh, you tease…you fucking tease…” Michiru panted out. “A tease?” Haruka growled. “I’ll show you a fucking tease!” With that, Haruka began a slow steady rhythm in and out of Michiru. “How’s (pump) this (pump) for (pump) a (pump) fucking (pump) tease?(pump)” Haruka punctuated her words by thrusting into Michiru. Michiru began to let out a long low moan. Haruka’s rhythmic thrusting was driving her mad with lust. “You like it when I fuck you…say it…tell me how much you like to be fucked by me…” Haruka growled into Michiru’s ear. “Ah! Yes! Oh! Ruka!” Michiru fastened her legs around Haruka’s waist, deepening the penetration. She began to rotate her hips and thrust back against Haruka as hard as she could. Haruka groaned and began to thrust in earnest, the games forgotten. They were no longer capable of intelligible speech, having descended into the realm of grunts and moans. Their hips and bodies crashed together again and again. Haruka gritted her teeth, the sweat dripping off her body. Michiru’s hands and mouth were everywhere. Color exploded in their minds as they orgasmed, each one driving the other one onto another and yet another orgasm until they finally stilled, exhausted. They slept holding onto each other as tightly as they did in the throes of passion, proof that their love can overcome any Cerberus thrown in their path.
END OF PART ONE: KAIOU
This was designed as a stand alone story that will tie in to another story. Since both stories will be designed to stand alone, the only thing that ties them together is that they are both about the families. *shrugs* Or something like that. I’m too tired to care right now.
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