Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, or any of its characters.

Author's Note: Wow, back to writing! It's been a wild break, but hopefully this will herald more work…I do have quite a few ideas, including a longer, crossover fic with Wicked.

"Think they know where we've gone?" Haruka asked breathlessly. Perfectly red lips crushed against hers, forcing a moan.

"I don't care. Let them know; hell, let them hear," Michiru replied, causing the blond woman to arch an eyebrow. Sometimes Michiru's crassness surprised her. Not that anything said was particularly abhorrent. The sentiment, though, was decidedly un-ladylike. "It's my birthday, so shouldn't I get what I want?" The sea goddess' eyes met those of her lover. "What I want is you." She punctuated the end of her sentence by pushing Haruka against the wall in a darkened corner of their bedroom. Setsuna and Ami had planned a birthday party for Michiru, which was well appreciated and attended by their many friends and family.

However, Michiru's desires had been growing since the early morning, when Haruka had woken her up with a soul scorching orgasm, followed by a lavish breakfast in a bubble bath. She was frustrated with not having the opportunity to touch her wife back until possibly the late night, which was a rare trait to be seen in the aqua-haired woman. Normally she epitomized patience, grace, and self-control. But when Haruka had left after their morning together to attend to preparations for the party, and came back wearing a form-fitting white dress shirt with cufflinks, a pair of tight slacks a tie with intricate cherry blossoms embroidered onto it and a buttoned vest over it, Michiru could feel her mouth salivating at once.

Now, already in the mid-afternoon, Michiru had all but dragged the sandy blond into the bedroom under the pretense of needing help choosing a swim suit.

"You fucked me so thoroughly this morning, and now it's my turn to do the same," Michiru murmured into Haruka's ear. She bit her neck lightly, not wanting to leave any visible (attention-drawing) marks, then felt Haruka gently but firmly grasp her cheek in one hand while the other clasped her hip to pull her into another kiss. Their tongues met, and to Michiru's delight she could smell Haruka's cunt. "Mmm, you are getting wet for me; I know it." Haruka blushed.

Michiru only giggled before deftly unbuckling Haruka's belt and pants. She slowly lowered to her knees, dragging the racer's slacks and boxers with her. Haruka leaned back against the wall for support as the sight of her sophisticated, respected, reserved wife leaning in to pleasure her. Haruka's senses were becoming overloaded. Michiru gently snaked her tongue out to taste the wetness glistening visibly between her wife's legs. She hummed in approval at the familiar flavor, and smirked as Haruka's hands moved to hold her aqua curls, silently encouraging the experienced tongue to delve deeper.

Her goddess obliged, but not before nipping at the blonde's thighs, leaving a mark that only she would see. Mine, Michiru thought happily to herself. Since their partnership as senshi, and eventual partnership as lovers (then wives), they had been each other's primary lovers. Of course there were the few times they had experienced sex with another couple (Setsuna and Ami, to be exact), and while they had both found that enjoyable they both knew that ultimately they belonged to each other.

Aware that she was unintentionally torturing her love, Michiru used her fingers to open Haruka's lips and thrust her tongue deeply into Haruka's sex. Haruka arched her back from the wall, and immediately came from the sensation of sudden and warm fullness. "Michi-Michiru," Haruka gasped before letting out a strangled sob. Michiru quickly stood up and held the gasping woman, her head cradled in the crook of Michiru's neck, arms limply wrapped around the slender waist as the aqua-haired woman whispered non-words into Haruka's ear and stroked her hair.

"That was wonderful, Michiru," Haruka whispered. Michiru could feel the smile on her wife's face and felt a contented smile grace her own. "Shouldn't we find you a swim suit now? It's been over twenty minutes." Michiru grinned at Haruka before pulling her dress over her head. Haruka laughed deeply at the sight of her wife's guilty look in her sea blue bikini. "I love you, my wife." Michiru threw her arms around Haruka.

"I love you too, my goddess. Thank you for the best birthday yet," Michiru said softly as their cheeks touched. Haruka grinned.

"It's not over yet, love. I told you, tonight you won't be getting much sleep. You will be getting what, twenty-three birthday spankings?" Michiru blushed deeply, but felt her sex become instantly wet. She nodded. "Hmm, twenty-three spankings...perhaps also a ball-gag?" Haruka laughed as Michiru moaned in lust and frustration.

They still had three hours of party to get through.