"What's the Magic Word?"

Michiru was bored, so very very bored. And the torrential downpour outside was doing nothing to help her mood. The fact that Haruka wasn't back from the store yet didn't help much either. The aqua-haired beauty sighed and walked around the dark empty apartment in a desperate attempt to occupy herself. Haruka's place was quiet small – a living area, kitchen and single bedroom and bathroom. Michiru somehow found herself in her lover's bedroom and sat heavily down on the soft king-sized bed. An overturned magazine on the floor caught her eye and she picked it up. It seemed like a regular fitness one (Haruka really likes these) until the violinist read, in big bold letters "Mind-blowing sex! One-hundred and one things to do to your lover." An insidious grin spread across the woman's face. Just what was Haruka up to? Turning on the bedside lamp, Michiru made herself comfortable and read through the entire article, giggling when she found something especially juicy.

The rain had slowed down a bit and Haruka made a mad dash for the door, arms full of groceries. She fumbled a bit to find her key before finally grasping it and opening the door. She stepped through and grumbled under her breath, kicked off her shoes and hung her raincoat up. She looked around when she realized the room was nearly pitch-black. The racer groped around in the darkness and found the light switch.

"Michiru? You still here?," she called out as she set the bags down on the kitchen counter. There was silence. Then…

"Yes. Back here, handsome," Michiru beconked through the dark. That made Haruka fully straighten up. The way Michiru said that caught her full attention. Haruka smirked and made her way quietly down the hall and into her room. There Michiru lay seductively on the bed, having changed into her favorite little black dress. Her skin shone lightly in the soft candlelight and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. The water maiden gestured for the taller woman to join her, patting the space beside her. Smiling, Haruka loosened her collar and crawled onto the bed and reached out to pull Michiru toward her.

"You should have said you were in the mood earlier. I would have done this before I left," Haruka whispered in her love's ear, her very voice sending chills down the woman's spine. Michiru pulled away from her and gently guided the sandy blonde onto her back. The violinist leaned down to plant several tender butterfly kisses on the racer's neck, while at the same time unzipping her pants.

"I'm always in the mood. I wasn't bored before when you were here," Michiru slid the pants off and tossed them over her shoulder, replacing her attention to Haruka's shirt. She pinned her hands down while unbuttoning it with her teeth. Haruka closed her eyes and sighed at the feeling of Michiru's breath against her bare skin. Tender hands glided down her body to remove her panties, which also got tossed aside. Haruka shivered a little as cool air touched her naked body, but she smiled and wrapped her arms around Michiru's neck.

Haruka procceded to unzip Michiru's dress and began slipping it down her body, smiling wider at seeing the woman was completely nude underneath. She stopped suddenly when Michiru grazed her fingers across Haruka's stomach. She squirmed and actually giggled, only egging Michiru on.

"You know, sometimes it bothers me at how macho you can be. It's nice to know that you do have weaknesses," the water maiden teased.

"Come on…Stop that!" Haruka tried to roll away from Michiru's tickling but she wouldn't let go.

"What's the magic word?," Michiru asked turning her attention to her lover's ears.

"…please…," the taller woman demanded, but half-heartedly now. She actually didn't mind the tickle behind her ears, it felt really good. One hand moved away and lightly scratched the nape of her neck, making her hair stand up and sending a rush of heat through her body. She felt the growing wettest between her legs and moaned softly when Michiru's tongue dragged up her throat. She responded by gently rubbing Michiru's inner thighs, teasingly brushing against her own wet mound with her thumbs. This elicited a deep moan from the violinist and she lowered her body against Haruka's hands.

Pleasure-filled moans and sighs began to fill the room as Michiru and Haruka rubbed their bodies against each other. Michiru stopped long enough to kiss down her lover's stomach, licking her sweat-moistened skin every so often. She felt hands in her hair and louder moaning the lower she got. She looked up to catch Haruka's gaze, grinning softly.

"…What's the magic word?"

"…please…," Haruka huffed as her chest heaved in anticipation. She closed her eyes and waited.

"It would be my pleasure," the violinist purred. She rubbed her hand over Haruka's soaked mound first, watching the sandy blonde tilt her head back and sigh Michiru's name in passion. Moving her hand away Michiru dragged her tongue up the length of the opening before slipping inside and deeply stroking the sensitive nub.

"Michi…," Haruka growled sexually as the violinist slowly applied pressure. She tugged at the woman's hair and arched her back as her body tensed up for release. But she wasn't ready to let go just yet, it felt much too good to let it end so soon. But when the beauty began sucking and lightly nibbling with her teeth, she just couldn't help herself. Haruka let go of Michiru's hair and grabbed the sheets as her body stiffened up and was overcome with a powerful orgasm, shouting her lover's name again and again as she rode it out. When she finally fell back Michiru licked her clean and crawled up to join her by her side.

"I'm…going to get you back for that. You know this right?," the racer warned as she fought sleep. Her lover grinned and rested her head on Haruka's shoulder, rubbing her stomach.

"Be gentle now, I'm fragile."

"Liar"