Sailor Moon (Haruka/Michiru)
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kinkfestTitle: Drops of Caramel
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Rating: NC-17, for sweet, tender girlsex.
Warnings: Sex, and little else.
Word count: 338
Summary: Haruka, Michiru, a bowl of caramel sauce. Who needs a plot? (For prompt: Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru: Food play - "It won't do to dream of caramel, to think of cinnamon and long for you")
"Isn't chocolate usually the condiment of choice for this?" Michiru stretched indolently, a touch of mischief in her eyes.
Haruka scoffed elegantly. "Chocolate's so overdone."
She wielded the spoon like a wand, slow passes over her lover's supine body with the easy, portentous grace of a ritual. Caramel dribbled in drops, then in streams over Michiru's pale skin, gilding it golden-brown; Michiru sighed and shifted, letting her fingertips trail through the liquid dripping down one breast. She held her hand up for Haruka to taste, a smile curving her pale mouth. Setting aside bowl and spoon, Haruka obliged.
Watching her, Michiru sighed again, a breath of promise as sweet and cool as sea breezes. Haruka, her lover's fingertips in her mouth, did not attempt to speak, but did answer with a sigh of her own. She let go Michiru's fingers and bent her mouth to a breast, cleaning her sweat-dewed skin with slow, deliberate licks as Michiru buried both hands in her hair.
In lovemaking at least, Haruka never hurried. Michiru breathed in deep as her lover made her way from one breast to the other, then down over the softness of her belly, striped with caramel. Haruka grinned up at her, pleased and softly triumphant. "Love you, my dear," Michiru murmured, stroking her hair from her eyes.
Haruka tilted her head up to kiss Michiru's fingertips. "Love you," she echoed, and bent to put her mouth to Michiru's vulva.
Michiru smelled of salt and storms, her power leaking out of her opening even when it was dormant. Haruka wondered if, when Michiru did this for her, she could smell void and space-winds in her folds. Michiru, for her part, was beyond thought, gasping openmouthed as Haruka pleasured her. She arched, breath trembling in her throat, and Haruka put one arm under the small of her back to support her as she slipped her tonguetip gently under the hood over her lover's clit. "Haruka-" Michiru whimpered.
"I've got you," Haruka hummed. Michiru let go with a soft cry.
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raisedbymooglesRating: NC-17, for sweet, tender girlsex.
Warnings: Sex, and little else.
Word count: 338
Summary: Haruka, Michiru, a bowl of caramel sauce. Who needs a plot? (For prompt: Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru: Food play - "It won't do to dream of caramel, to think of cinnamon and long for you")
"Isn't chocolate usually the condiment of choice for this?" Michiru stretched indolently, a touch of mischief in her eyes.
Haruka scoffed elegantly. "Chocolate's so overdone."
She wielded the spoon like a wand, slow passes over her lover's supine body with the easy, portentous grace of a ritual. Caramel dribbled in drops, then in streams over Michiru's pale skin, gilding it golden-brown; Michiru sighed and shifted, letting her fingertips trail through the liquid dripping down one breast. She held her hand up for Haruka to taste, a smile curving her pale mouth. Setting aside bowl and spoon, Haruka obliged.
Watching her, Michiru sighed again, a breath of promise as sweet and cool as sea breezes. Haruka, her lover's fingertips in her mouth, did not attempt to speak, but did answer with a sigh of her own. She let go Michiru's fingers and bent her mouth to a breast, cleaning her sweat-dewed skin with slow, deliberate licks as Michiru buried both hands in her hair.
In lovemaking at least, Haruka never hurried. Michiru breathed in deep as her lover made her way from one breast to the other, then down over the softness of her belly, striped with caramel. Haruka grinned up at her, pleased and softly triumphant. "Love you, my dear," Michiru murmured, stroking her hair from her eyes.
Haruka tilted her head up to kiss Michiru's fingertips. "Love you," she echoed, and bent to put her mouth to Michiru's vulva.
Michiru smelled of salt and storms, her power leaking out of her opening even when it was dormant. Haruka wondered if, when Michiru did this for her, she could smell void and space-winds in her folds. Michiru, for her part, was beyond thought, gasping openmouthed as Haruka pleasured her. She arched, breath trembling in her throat, and Haruka put one arm under the small of her back to support her as she slipped her tonguetip gently under the hood over her lover's clit. "Haruka-" Michiru whimpered.
"I've got you," Haruka hummed. Michiru let go with a soft cry.
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