"Conditions of Devotion" Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon & all characters therein and herein are the creations of Naoko Takeuchi. A Lemon Fanfic By: J. Random Fanboy /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ Lemon Haruka Tenou bounded over a fallen log, using her speed to help her clear the distance easily. Running at breakneck speeds through an old-growth forest, what a concept. Most people wouldn't have been able to run at the pace she was. Those people who could, lacked the reflexes to dodge the trees. She dodged around a large tree and began to make her turn back home. She poured on the power and began to move faster than any human had a right to. "Uranus Crystal Power," she muttered under her breath, nearing the threshold of her power in her normal human form. "MAKE UP!" she finished, her sweats suddenly unraveling into yellow ribbons and reweaving into her senshi uniform. Sailor Uranus blazed through the back-country that had once been a suburb of Tokyo as she headed for home. Michiru Kaiou peered at the sheet music she'd been tinkering with for the past several months and smiled. A note here, a note there, and all was complete. She let out a slow breath and flipped through the pages back to the front. All her life she'd been more concerned with refining her talent, making herself into the best musician she could be. With the work she'd completed, she could begin to preserve her vision for all time. She opened up a drawer on her writing desk and pulled out an old, crystal inkwell. Dipping a pen into the ink she inscribed 'Symphony One' on the cover page with the date, January 27, 2375. She smiled again and giggled like a love-struck schoolgirl. Then, she added another line, "Dedicated to my loving wife. Heaven and Ocean are separate forces in the Universe yet our souls are joined for all eternity." "She'll love this," she whispered. She nodded to herself when she heard the door chime ring, signaling Haruka's return. She tucked the manuscript away and went to meet her. "Hi.. Michi.." Haruka said breathlessly. She was slightly hunched over, her hands on her knees. Her face was flushed a bright red and her lungs were working like a bellows. "Ewww, you pushed yourself too hard again," Michiru mock- complained. She pinched her nose closed. "Go.. bathe.. now..." she said, waving her free hand as if to ward away the smell of stale sweat. Haruka developed a slightly embarrassed expression and nodded. "Sorry..." she muttered. She staggered slightly as she stood upright and headed for the bathroom. Michiru rolled her eyes and shook her head. After all the time they'd ben together, Haruka had *never* listened to her warnings about pushing herself too hard. She shrugged. Fate worked in strange ways... Haruka pulled off her sweat-suit and tossed it in the general direction of the clothes hamper. The suit was followed by her socks, T- shirt, sports bra and underwear. She looked back for a moment and checked her sweat-shirt out of curiosity. She jerked her head back quickly, eyes crossed. "H-how does she put up with me?" she wondered. She started the furo waited for the heating element under neath to finish warming the water. As part of the routine she'd never been able to break herself of, Haruka looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't attractive.. at least, not by her standards. She really didn't have curves where she'd always wanted them. Her frame was built for racing. Light, slim and fast. She had her strength and speed at the sacrifice of most of the things she liked in a woman's body, hips and breasts. She wandered over to the stool next to the heating tub and soaped herself down. A cold-water rinse later and she was ready for a hot soak. A chime signaled the water was ready. She set the elements to maintain the heat instead of heating it further and climbed in, pillowing her head on a rolled up towel at the edge. She lay there and let the warmth soak into her body for a while, almost dozing in the heat. Eventually she did have to get out and rejoin the world. She wrapped herself up in a well-worn terrycloth robe and wandered, a few degrees from sleep, to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed bonelessly, every muscle in her body screaming. All she could do is lay there in quiet pain. After a few moments Michiru walked in, a slight grin on her face. "Now what do we have here?" she mused, sitting down next to her prone wife. "Don't say it..." Haruka mumbled. "I told you so..." "I asked you not to say it," the blond woman groaned. "Just let me suffer in peace..." Michiru chuckled and helped Haruka sit up. "Overextended yourself running.. and then tried to see how far you could push your powers running...." she predicted. "And you never think of how much it hurts afterwards." She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Okay, so I'm an idiot..." Haruka grunted. "But you're my idiot, Silly," Michiru said softly, giving Haruka a hug. The taller woman groaned in pain. Michiru laid her down on the bed on her stomach and pulled the bathrobe off of her shoulders and down to her waist. She put a hand on either shoulder and arched an eyebrow. "What did you do to knot up your shoulders like this?" "Forward flips..." "Ask a stupid question.." Michiru started to work on getting to worst of the tension out of her wife's muscles. After a while Haruka began to relax completely, lost in the sensation of a very good backrub. Haruka yowled in pain when Michiru started to work on her legs. "This happens every time, Haruka, you really ought to remember this so you won't keep doing it..." Haruka grinned weakly as the pain faded under Michiru's ministrations. "But I have such positive reenforcement of all my bad habits," she purred. "Run until I'm one big knot, and stager home to the arms of my loving wife..." Michiru snorted. "One of these days your loving wife's going to leave you in one big knot," she remarked, "Then where will you be?" "In pain," Haruka replied, sitting up. She leaned forward and kissed Michiru slowly. "Thanks for the message, De-" She gasped when one of Michiru's hands snaked out and cupped her right breast. "I'm not finished with you yet, Haruka..." the aqua-haired woman whispered, a slow grin spreading over her face. She pressed herself against Haruka and rested her other hand on the taller woman's other breast. "Lay down.." she murmured. Haruka nodded and leaned back on the bed. Michiru stood up off to one side of the bed and untucked her blouse. She started with the top button and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, button by button. Haruka blinked and swallowed hard. Michiru turned her back and let her skirt drop to the floor, her blouse coming down to cover only half of her behind. The aqua-haired woman glanced over her shoulder and winked to her wife. One of Haruka's hands had started to creep up to a breast. "No... Keep your hands away from yourself..." she said in a soft yet commanding voice. Haruka dropped her hands to her sides. "Good girl..." Michiru eased her blouse off of one shoulder and then the other, clasping her hands behind her back. The blouse dropped down, and to the floor as she unclasped her hands. She stretched out, cat-like, and took a deep breath. She bent her arms around to her back to unclasp her bra's closure. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and dropped the lingerie to the floor. Haruka bit down her lower lip in an effort to keep her hands off herself. Michiru put her hands over her breasts and turned slightly. "You alright, Dear?" she asked mischievously. She smiled at Haruka's panicked expression. "You poor thing..." she whispered. She turned her back to Haruka and placed her hands at the waist of her panties. She slowly eased them down, bending over at the waist to plainly expose her sex to her wife. She stood back up and turned around, one hand at her side and another toying with a nipple. Her legs were close together, only revealing the dark green patch of hair at the junction of her legs. She eased herself back onto the bed and slowly finished taking off Haruka's bathrobe, leaving her exposed to her eyes. She took in the sight of her wife's athletic body, the well-defined muscles and slender lines. Michiru smiled and kissed Haruka lightly on the lips. "You're beautiful, Love..." she whispered. "So strong and fast..." she moved her hands along Haruka's upper arms, feeling the muscles beneath the skin. She ran her hands over the woman's shoulders and gave them a squeeze. Michiru licked absently at the base of Haruka's neck and blew on the damp skin. Haruka groaned and reached up to take hold of Michiru's own shoulders. She pulled Michiru down to her body, their breasts pressing together. Both women purred at the sensation of pressure on their nipples. Michiru smiled and backed away a bit. She kept following muscle groups around Haruka's body. Her shallow bust, her well toned abdominal muscles and on... Michiru put a hand on either side of her wife's right thigh and squeezed. The muscles of Haruka's thigh flexed reflexively as the woman groaned deeply. "Michiru..." she whispered. "Your strength is your beauty..." the senshi of Neptune whispered into her lover's ear. She crept up to lay along side Haruka and pulled her close, wrapping an arm around Haruka's shoulders. "Never forget that..." She reached down and cupped Haruka's mound with her other hand. Haruka gasped and brought her legs together, trapping Michiru's hand. She turned slightly and cupped one of Michiru's breasts in a hand. Michiru smiled. "Have you forgotten what today is?" she asked softly. Haruka shook her head and smiled. "Happy birthday, Dear-Heart..." Michiru whispered, slipping her index and middle fingers into her. She began to slowly move her hand back and forth over Haruka's sex. Haruka let go of Michiru's breast and let her head drop back onto the pillow. She growled in the back of her throat as her wife began to pick up the tempo a little. Michiru moved carefully, keeping up her rhythm inside of Haruka as she moved over her and eased down. Then she took her fingers out. Haruka was about to protest when she threw her head back and her mouth dropped wide open in a silent scream. Michiru expertly parted Haruka's lower lips and gave her a long lick. She then moved her attention to the top of her wife's cleft and the bud peeking out from it. Her tongue expertly circled the knob of flesh, driving her wife slowly mad. Haruka had started to bite down on the first knuckle of her right index finger. Her breath had started coming in ragged gasps as Michiru began to go into full swing. Michiru chuckled around her mouthful of Haruka and reinserted her fingers. She worked her fingers in and out a few times and then suddenly put pressure on the 'roof' of her wife's vagina. Haruka's eyes shot wide open and she let out a scream.. Before passing out... The aqua-haired senshi shook her head and moved back up to wrap her arms around her wife. "It works every time..." she mused, licking her fingers clean. She rested a hand on Haruka's sex and waited for her to recover from her trip to the Moon. Haruka opened her eyes slowly, her mind a little hazy. What had happened? She noticed pressure from something on her nether regions and then remembered her birthday present. "Ugh.." she muttered, prying Michiru's sticky hand from where her fluids had started to paste them together. "Hello, Haruka.. Enjoy your nap?" "I liked the trip to the nap far more," Haruka purred, wrapping the smaller woman up in a hug. She suddenly shifted, flipping Michiru down to the bed. "Now I think I need to thank you..." she said with a wicked gleam in her eye... Michiru ducked out of the way and rushed out of the room, completely nude. "Catch me first!" she called out playfully. Haruka snickered and braced for a shock of her power-assisted speed that never came. She'd forgotten how hard she'd pushed herself earlier... She sighed and took off at a normal human's pace. Michiru rounded the corner, her bust gainaxing as she came to a stop and ducked into a closet. Haruka failed to notice where she had gone and kept pounding down the halls of their expansive apartments in the palace. Michiru chuckled and walked off to take a shower. She'd managed to work up a sweat and was beginning to feel a little sticky. The Senshi of Neptune reached into the shower and turned the hot and cold water knobs to familiar positions. She stepped in a few moments later, having grown used to the palace's ability to get hot water anywhere it was needed. In a centuries-old pattern, she soaped up a washcloth and got to work cleaning her skin. She never had been able to understand what so many people saw in sonic showers, bathing in water was such a tactile experience. Why would anyone give it up? Had time become such a precious commodity? People lived twice as long as they had before Serenity had achieved her final form. People could afford to take their time for a change. But, in the tradition of human nature, it seemed they were in just as much of, if not more so, a hurry as before... Michiru was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the walk-in shower's door open. She did notice when an extra pair of hands started washing her hair. "Showers make noise, Michi..." Haruka muttered into her wife's ear. She took the shower head down from the wall and started rinsing the shorter woman's body off. Michiru 'hummed' softly and leaned back a little, enjoying the sensation of Haruka's breasts pressing into her back. "Maybe I wanted you to catch me," she purred. Haruka put the shower head back up on the wall and chuckled, wrapping her arms around Michiru's body from behind. "Gotcha," she said slyly. She navigated her way through soaked, aqua-marine hair to an earlobe and nibbled at it. She sucked it as her hands moved up the her's wife's breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. Michiru moaned softly and leaned back a bit more. The two women sank to the floor of the large, tiled shower as they wound up again. Haruka moved around to Michiru's front and kissed her deeply, their tongues doing a bit of interpretive dance around inside each others' mouths. "You know what I love, Love?" Michiru could only mumble, she was already only semi-coherent. "Payback..." Haruka took a nipple into her mouth and began to suck, pinching the other nipple in an effort to simulate the sensation in the one she was sucking. Michiru groaned deeply and lolled her head back, her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her breathing was ragged and wheezing slightly. Haruka traded positions between mouth and hands briefly, before continuing her journey south. She ran her tongue slowly down the hollow between the aqua-haired woman's breasts, across her navel and down to a familiar patch of green hair. She rubbed her cheek up against Michiru's mons like she was greeting an old friend and then diverted her attention to her wife's thighs. She ran her nails along the flesh, raising ever- so-faint trails of pink on the pale skin. She formed a trail of kisses up her wife's inner thighs, alternating legs with each kiss. She crept closer and closer to Michiru's center. Michiru was panting frantically, her head thrashing from side as she grabbed at her breasts and squeezed hard. She growled, she mewled, she begged. But Haruka kept on at the same slow, maddening pace. Finally, Haruka spread Michiru's outer and inner lips and blew gently in the flesh within. She smiled as her wife went completely silent. She knew her face was locked in a singularly distinctive silent scream. She took a deep breath and took Michiru's clit into her moth and wrapped her tongue around it, slowly kneading it back and forth. Michiru drew in a shuddering breath and let out an ear-splitting scream as her legs clamped around her wife's head like a pneumatic vice. The sound reverberated around the shower like in an echo chamber, which it essentially was, and chimed off every piece of glass and crystal in the bathroom. The scream dropped in pitch as she ran out of air and she finally had to stop for air. Her next exhale was accompanied by an only slightly less-high-pitched shriek. They kept that up for several minutes, leaving Haruka grateful for her lung capacity. Finally, Haruka decided Michiru had probably had enough fun and let her down slowly. She licked at her nether lips for another, much less violent orgasm and then moved slowly back up to her face. She looked at the glazed look in Michiru's eyes and smiled. The normally reserved woman looked so amazing with that sex-satiated look smouldering in her eyes. Haruka moved the two of them back under the water spray, still hot thanks to magic, to keep warm. It wasn't likely they'd stay very warm as soaked as they were with more than just water. She relaxed as she sat on the floor with her still-dazed wife in her arms. The water streamed down from the shower head and onto her own head, trailing through her boyishly short hair and onto Michiru's breasts. "Haaarruu?" Michiru said weakly. "Welcome back from Neptune," the Senshi of Uranus said softly, a slow grin spreading across her face. She picked up the washcloth from the floor and let it warm back up in the water. She reached up with a long arm and retrieved the soap from its holder. "I'll clean us both up and then we can take a nice, long rest..." Michiru nodded weakly and yawned. "Beautiful skin..." Haruka intoned as she lathered up her wife's limp body. "Hands... Arms.. Breasts.. Stomach...." She kept washing, keeping Michiru supported against her own body. When she lathered up a part of Michiru's body she washed that part on her own body too. She picked up the discarded shampoo bottle and lathered up both Michiru's and her own hair. She stood up slowly and rinsed Michiru's hair and then leaned to wash her own. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," she repeated over and over as she turned off the water and picked up the smaller woman. She supported Michiru's back in one arm and her legs with another like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. She concentrated and let out a sigh of relief as swirling air currents surrounded them both, drying the water from their bodies. Michiru murmured in half-sleep and snuggled closer to Haruka. The taller woman smiled and carried her back to bed. She nodded in silent gratitude to the palace enchanments that had straightened out the messy bed from their earlier exercises... She laid Michiru down on the bed and settled down next to her. "Good night, Love..." Haruka said softly as she lights dimmed. She snuggled up to her wife and drifted off to sleep. Both women naked... Both women satisfied... Both women devoted... Unconditionally devoted... \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ jrandom@ufl.edu I am he who travels in shadows...