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Author: lurk-stiltzkin
Rating: T
Word count: 357
Prompt: The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi, Haruhi/Mikuru: Posessiveness - "You'd better not forget that you're mine."
Characters: Haruhi, Mikuru, Yuki, Kyon
Warning: Nudity. So sorry for the delay.
Summary: Mikuru’s sole existence is for her, and only for her.
What’s more seducing than a sailor uniform?
Suzumiya Haruhi researched through the internet and went to
She had bought the bunny suits at sextoys-r-us.com—they cost more than she had expected, but with enough coercion, the Principal was more than cooperative. After all, she only needs a digital camera and Mikuru looking smothered enough to spell ‘sexual harassment’ outright. So who cares if it’s still the beginning of spring and they definitely could get pneumonia? Good things didn’t come easily and they deserved appreciation.
After Kyon went out of the room on his own accord, she proceeded to strip Mikuru, albeit the screams and yelps, and sometimes moans, and the bra was tossed somewhere in the corner—Haruhi felt her jaw almost dropping literally at the view before her.
Damndamndamn—if she’s making even me drool, what about testosterone filled boys?
Just then, Yuki stood up from her chair and walked to their direction, and Haruhi shifted her look to the younger girl.
Mikuru took this chance to quickly cover her breasts as Yuki went to take another book from the shelf, and quietly returned to her chair.
Haruhi turned back to Mikuru, and with lightning speed, worked her hand so Mikuru’s skirt went pooling down around her feet in a matter of seconds, leaving the older girl only in her pink panties.
Outside, Kyon heard a really high-pitched and harassed scream that almost forced him to knock down the club room’s door.
Two screams, seven moans and uncountable pleadings later, Haruhi watched with self-satisfaction that she couldn’t quite place as Mikuru fidgeted uncomfortably and tried to cover her bare skin that wasn’t covered by the bunny suit. The S.O.S. brigade president tucked the headband with bunny ears on her hair, and watched her handiwork from head to toe proudly. The boys would be all over this eye candy in a matter of seconds and indecent exposure would be just a headline away.
She caught Mikuru’s chin roughly, lowering her face until their nose almost touched and Mikuru whimpered. "You'd better not forget that you're mine."
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Date: 2008-02-11 01:59 am (UTC)this was my prompt, and i have to say i'm just so pleased beyond belief that you picked it up. thank you. :)
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Date: 2008-02-11 12:33 pm (UTC)