Consummation by Saun Haruka and Michiru Rated: H Haruka checked them into the five star hotel and accepted the key to the bridal suite. She was still a bit dazed from how quickly everything had happened. She and Michiru were married! They were on their honeymoon! They had been eagerly awaiting this opportunity to forget the world for two whole weeks and concentrate solely on one another. They had chosen to remain celibate for a time before their wedding night to enhance the once in a lifetime celebration of their love. Although they had stopped making love two weeks ago, they could not bear being apart, so had slept curled together, basking in each other’s nearness. Haruka had been surprised how spiritual and pleasurable it had been. Now, however, with her usually sated sex drive frustrated, she was very ready to resume their physical relationship. Her nipples hardened at the mere thought. The night before, she and Michiru had bathed together and ritualistically denuded each other’s body of hair. The erotic experience of sliding the razor over her lover’s body had stretched her self-control to the limit. From the hungry look in Michiru’s eyes, Haruka was certain she had felt the same. Their luggage had been sent ahead and was waiting for them. Michiru explored the suite while Haruka tipped the man who had shown them to their room. "Oh, sir, the wine you requested has been delivered and is chilling in the... sir?, " the young man stopped, realizing he had lost Haruka’s attention. "Well, um, enjoy your stay here at the Manele Bay Resort." "Don’t worry, we will," Haruka said softly, her eyes never leaving her new wife. "Uh, yes... " The young man cleared his throat and promptly vanished. Haruka shut the door and turned to her beautiful mate, but Michiru had disappeared. Haruka wandered through their suite, taking in the opulence. She finally located her love in the huge bedroom. Michiru was just shutting the drawer on the nightstand. She had apparently been into the suitcases. "Michiru," Haruka whispered, drinking in the delicate features of her partner. ‘My wife!’ She moved toward the beautiful violinist. Michiru ducked under her arm and moved toward the bathroom. "Uh-uh, not yet," she told Haruka. "I have something special for you." "Me too." Haruka grinned at her. Michiru winked at her. "I’ll be just a second." Twenty minutes later, Michiru stepped out of the bathroom, dressed only in the negligée Setsuna had made for her. Haruka lay on her side on the bed. Although she still wore her black dress pants, she had removed her bra and redone only one button on her white dress shirt, exposing the taut swell of her breasts to Michiru’s eager eyes. She held a glass of chilled wine, swirling it gently. The aqua haired beauty’s heart jumped at the smoldering look in her lover’s eyes. ‘My wife!’ From as early as dinner, Michiru had felt her body preparing for this moment, made even sweeter by their prolonged abstinence. Haruka slid up, her eyes devouring her mate’s luscious body. She took a drink, then set the glass on the nightstand. She reached out her hand and guided Michiru to the bed beside her. They kissed deeply. Michiru hummed as warmed wine spilled into her mouth from her lover. They lazily sucked each other’s tongues, enjoying the anticipation. Eventually, they both wanted, needed more. Haruka’s lips traveled to the scented hollow of Michiru’s throat. She paused to gently lick her lover. Then she hooked two slender fingers under the fragile straps of the nighty, sliding them down and caressing Michiru’s arms. The revealed breasts quivered slightly with Michiru’s panting breath. Even though Haruka had not touched them, the nipples stood erect. Haruka lay her wife back on the sumptuous silken sheets. Michiru groaned shakily as the blonde continued to slide her hands down Michiru’s sides, over hips and down smooth thighs, taking the negligée with her. With a final gentle tug, the delicate fabric was released to drift to the floor landing like a whisper. Michiru tensed, knowing what was coming. Soon cool wine dripped onto her erect nipple from Haruka’s fingers. "Haru-ka!" she cried as the cool drops caressed her heated flesh. White teeth nipped at the small peak, followed by a tongue soothingly sweeping across it. Haruka pulled the whole nipple into her mouth and sucked at it. She reveled in Michiru’s sighs and throaty moans thinking, ‘Kami-sama, I am married to the sexiest woman alive!’ Parting Michiru’s outer folds to expose her stiffened clitoris, Haruka poured a tiny amount of chilled wine onto her lover’s sex. Michiru arched in frenzied delight as the cold wine slid over her sensitized passage. Lost in powerful feelings, she could only hiss when Haruka’s hot mouth replaced the cold liquid. Haruka lapped and drew on the little bud, making sure to capture all the sweet wine. Her tongue snaked into the vaginal passage and massaged the soft wet walls. Michiru ran her hands through her lover’s hair. Haruka pressed Michiru’s legs further apart, splaying her for willing conquest. She began with several long licks. Then she moved up over Michiru’s exposed sex. Using her slender fingers to hold Michiru’s outer folds apart, she rolled the tip of her tongue around the wet opening to her wife’s body. Michiru cried out again and again. Haruka returned her attention to the throbbing nubbin. She flicked it several times in rapid succession. Michiru felt the first bolt of heat roll through her as her belly clenched. She tried to call her lover’s name, but the strength of her orgasm caused the sound to slide off into a heated moan. Haruka ceased licking and planted a kiss on the plump folds. Michiru opened her arms wide and Haruka fell into them, hugging her wife tightly. They rolled so that Haruka’s full weight wasn’t on the smaller woman and then simply lay there for a moment basking in the post coital intimacy. After they had rested a moment, Michiru engaged her wife in an intense kiss, sliding her tongue deep into Haruka’s mouth. She was greeted by the taste of herself mixed with wine. She sighed happily and kissed down Haruka’s slender throat. She stopped for a moment, biting at the chords of Haruka’s neck around the slender chain that held her engagement pendant. Haruka gave a happy gasp and arched under Michiru’s skilled mouth. Michiru continued kissing down until she encountered Haruka’s shirt. Michiru’s nimble fingers made short work of the button. The slightly cool air wafting down from the overhead fan caressed Haruka’s swollen nipples. Michiru licked at the hard nub of one breast, skillfully massaging the other with her palm. Michiru wet one nipple and then slid her palm over it, ever so gently, barely touching the aching flesh. Haruka gave a happy mewl and pushed her chest up, seeking more stimulation. To her disappointment, Michiru abandoned her breasts to slide the dress shirt over Haruka’s rounded shoulders and sculpted arms. Once Haruka’s upper body was unclothed, Michiru turned her attention to her lover’s dress pants. The green haired nymph pulled trousers and underwear down in one smooth stroke. Michiru saw no need to prolong undressing her mate when she had more delicious tortures in store for her. She reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the three objects she had deposited there earlier. Then Michiru slid her fingers in and out of Haruka’s vaginal passage until Haruka writhed on the bed in ecstasy. Michiru removed her fingers, liberally squeezed KY jelly on them, and placed them back inside her wife. Haruka was working her hips in time with Michiru’s fingers when suddenly the delicious stimulation stopped. She mewled in protest, but was silenced with a forceful kiss. A moment later something began to press against Haruka, seeking entrance to her body. Haruka jerked in surprise at the touch of the cool plastic. Her tight muscles refused at first to accept the intrusion. Then, as she slowly relaxed, the vibrator slid inside her. Haruka groaned low and deep, grabbing handfuls of the pillow behind her head. She clenched her muscles experimentally around the shaft and softly moaned at the result. Haruka couldn’t focus on anything with her wife’s hands running over her sides and belly and sliding down over her sensitive pubis. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations, only to have them fly open again: Michiru had turned up the speed on the tiny machine. "Beautiful, so beautiful," Michiru whispered. Well past the point of speaking, Haruka could only moan. Michiru slid onto Haruka’s trembling body, her hand still between Haruka’s legs. Haruka’s legs parted instinctively and wrapped around Michiru’s hips. Michiru rocked steadily between her lover’s thighs, taking special care to rub their breasts together, almost painfully stimulating the already aching peaks. Suddenly, Haruka rose off the bed, supporting both their weight on only her heels and shoulders. Michiru kept kissing and caressing her until she finally settled back to recover from her spectacular orgasm. Michiru then pulled the slippery toy out of her wife’s body, wrapped it in a washcloth, and set it on the floor to deal with later. Haruka had rolled on her side and Michiru couldn’t resist sliding a gentle finger up her love’s exposed spine. Haruka shivered at the sensation on her over-sensitized flesh. Michiru wrapped her arms around her mate and placed her mouth close to Haruka’s ear. "Aishiteru, Haruka." "I love you too, Michiru," Haruka whispered in the darkened room. Haruka took one of Michiru’s hands in her own and played with the delicate fingers. Michiru dotted kisses along Haruka’s hairline. Suddenly dissatisfied with their position, Haruka shifted until she faced her wife. Michiru smiled into her eyes. They rested in the dark whispering about the day and their love for one another. "Haruka, I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. I never dreamed I could be this happy." "Michiru, you make me stronger," Haruka whispered earnestly. "You filled parts of me I didn’t even know were empty." "Ahh," Michiru sighed and kissed the tip of Haruka’s nose. They lay together content to be close. Michiru giggled from sheer happiness. Haruka’s throat tightened at the sweet sound as she blinked back tears. All the times she had nearly lost Michiru went through her mind. She snuggled closer to drive away those terrifying memories with the reality of her soulmate’s presence by her side, where she belonged. Michiru leaned forward. "Haruka, are you tired?" "Not especially, I’m a little too wound up to sleep." "Hang on, I’ll be right back." Michiru rolled out of bed and scampered into the bathroom before Haruka could catch her. Haruka heard water running. A few minutes later her wife reappeared, eyes sparkling mysteriously. She took Haruka’s hand and pulled the blonde willingly from the warm little nest. Michiru led Haruka into the bathroom where the large tub was filling with warm water and fragrant suds. Haruka slid into the water and sighed as the heat surrounded her. Michiru disappeared again and returned with a gift basket from one of Haruka’s American sponsors which had been delivered to their room. It held caviar, champagne and a box of Godiva chocolate. Usually American confections were too rich for the Japanese palate. Not one to be ordinary, Haruka had developed a taste for the candy, for which Michiru teased her often. Michiru sat on the edge of the tub and poured them a glass of champagne. Haruka already had the gold box in her hands. Michiru grinned at the look of fierce concentration on her wife’s face as she worked the lid off the box. The little trays inside held chocolates shaped like open clamshells with a dollop of creamy truffle inside. Clams still joined were considered a good luck wedding food in Japan and such thoughtfulness raised their opinion of the corporate sponsor. Michiru’s eyes opened wide when Haruka popped one of the chocolates into her mouth - whole. Haruka then offered the box to Michiru. The violinist wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Too sweet." "Ah, but not as sweet as you." Haruka wrapped her soapy arms around Michiru and dragged the laughing woman into the water. Growling playfully, she planted sloppy kiss-bites up her wife’s neck. In the scuffle some champagne sloshed out of the flute in Michiru’s hand. Haruka took the glass and sipped. After taking a drink herself, Michiru leaned over her wife’s head to place the glass out of harm’s way. When she did, some suds fell from her arm onto Haruka’s face. The blonde blew at the offending bubbles. Then, realizing their full potential, she gathered up a handful and began sculpting a lopsided tiara on Michiru’s head. Pleased with this game, they played with the suds for a time. When they finally stopped, Haruka was sporting a full mustache and long beard while Michiru had so many suds on her hair and ears she vaguely resembled a green tinted poodle. They laughed at themselves before standing to rinse off under the shower. Michiru soaped a loofa sponge and trailed it over Haruka’s toned body. Haruka knelt before her to plant kisses on Michiru’s soft stomach, while the other woman soaped her short blonde locks. Once Haruka was clean, Michiru gave her the sponge to return the favor. Haruka was sloppy with her washing: Even when soaping Michiru’s hair, she found an excuse to run her hands over Michiru’s soft breasts and other sensitive spots. When the last of the soap had been rinsed from Michiru’s curls, they stepped from the tub and began drying one another. Haruka slid her hands over Michiru’s satiny skin, cupping her full breasts. "This is what I wanted to do last night," Haruka purred. "Do tell," Michiru said teasingly, only to catch her breath when Haruka’s hands darted between her legs. Michiru turned around bringing their lips together in a fiery kiss. Michiru tasted champagne, chocolate, and Haruka mixed together in a perfect blend. "Delicious," she whispered once Haruka broke contact to nuzzle Michiru’s tender neck. "What?" the blonde whispered back, dazed with arousal. "Bed," Michiru replied. Haruka picked her up, carried her from the bathroom, and laid her on the comforter. Their hands slid between each other’s legs massaging heated flesh. Nimble fingers slipped over aching buds while tongues met and danced together. They rolled on the bed until Michiru’s moans began to peak. "Ooh, yes... darling, faster." Haruka complied, picking up speed. She noted when Michiru’s eyes began to glaze and the rubbing between her own legs became more convulsive. Just before Michiru went over, Haruka stopped. This elicited a shaky groan from her partner, but no complaints as they kissed again. Michiru’s hand resumed its attack on Haruka’s slick flesh. When the end came, it caught them both unaware, hitting Haruka just seconds before Michiru. "Oh!" gasped Haruka as the familiar heat rolled over her body. Michiru simply hummed as the slow pulses coursed through her. Now both senshi were well sated. Haruka pulled the covers over them. She and Michiru curled together like two spoons content to drift into sleep surrounded by each other's love. The next morning Michiru awoke to find Haruka watching her with a tender expression. "Ohayo, Ashke." Michiru responded by placing a warm kiss on her mate’s lips. During the night their hair had dried such that Haruka’s hair now stuck out in several different directions, while Michiru’s usually perfectly coifed curls were an impossibly tangled mass. Neither noticed. All that mattered was being with the woman they loved. Since they intended to go out today, they eventually decided that it was time for a quick shower. They walked into the bathroom hand in hand. When Michiru stepped into the running water, Haruka stood behind her, admiring her wife’s body. "Hand me my shampoo will you, love?" Haruka reached down and picked up an oddly shaped aqua bottle. "Deep Shine," she read. "It’s a shampoo derived from sea kelp." Haruka grinned and handed Michiru the bottle. "It definitely suites you." While Michiru lathered her long aqua curls, Haruka looked through the little bag full of scented oils and bubble baths. "Where did you get all of this?" She opened one and sniffed. "Minako gave it to me at the bridal shower," the other woman casually replied. Haruka quickly changed the subject; she really did not want to talk about that particular event. Haruka ran a sponge under the water and started soaping herself, as Michiru conditioned. When Michiru finished, she took the showerhead down to rinse Haruka. With a mischievous little smile the sea senshi adjusted the ring to massage mode. She tested it against her hand and turned it on her blonde mate. Expecting to feel the water on her back, Haruka was very surprised when the powerful stream surged between her legs. As the warm water touched her clitoris, the blonde racer’s hips jerked forward involuntarily. "What the ...?" Haruka exclaimed, taking the showerhead from Michiru. "Surprise," Michiru said, chuckling. "You knew about this." "Darling, everyone knows." "So that’s why you always take those long baths." "Mmm, no, I have you to take care of me, but when you are out of town..." Haruka smiled down at Michiru. "So it, umm...really works?" "How does the phrase ‘multiple orgasms’ strike you." Haruka looked skeptical and handed the attachment back to her partner. "Come on, I’ll prove it to you." She dropped her voice to a sensuous whisper. "Lay back and enjoy yourself." With a patient, yet disbelieving expression, Haruka lay back in the water-warmed tub. Michiru knelt between her thighs. The blonde jerked at the first warm surge against her sensitive clit, but soon was moaning softly. With the stream continuously massaging her secret nubbin, Haruka quickly climaxed. Michiru slid one finger into Haruka’s spasming vagina and turned up the water pressure, causing Haruka to cry out as her body arched in another small orgasm. Haruka was amazed by the sensations. She had already come twice, but her body was still responding. She could feel something building, something stronger than she had experienced so far. Her breasts tingled and an intense heat gathered in her loins. Michiru was now pumping two fingers in and out of her slick passage. Haruka’s strong hands frantically gripped at the sides of the tub. "Ahhh, Mich-Ir-Ruu!" Her world went black for a moment, while her slender athletic body arched from the tub and jerked several times with the orgasmic convulsions tearing through her entire being. When the feelings subsided, the winded senshi lay limp in the tub. Her belly felt tight from the successive orgasms. She shuddered with satisfying little aftershocks pulsing from her over stimulated clit and vagina. She could barely see her wife; although directly in front of her, Michiru appeared to be on the far side of a dark tunnel. Michiru withdrew her gleaming fingers, leaned forward and gently kissed her wife. "Are you okay?" "Wow," came the husky reply. Michiru sat back and looked down at her beautiful mate. Haruka’s firm pink nipples were covered in a sheen of water. She had the most incredibly satiated look smoldering in her dark teal eyes. "Did you like it?" Michiru asked, averting her eyes in mock shyness. Haruka leaned forward and planted several impassioned kisses on her wife’s face and neck. "Oh good," Michiru breathed and allowed herself to be surrounded by the sexual whirlwind that was her devoted partner. After their eventful bath, both women relaxed in their silk robes. Haruka’s firm body was hidden by smashing black and Michiru’s delicate curves were encased in white. Haruka sat in a chair with Michiru in her lap facing the blonde. Michiru was feeding Haruka another bite of buttered croissant from their room service delivered breakfast. Haruka swallowed and watched Michiru take her own bite. "Today is your day, what do you want to do?" Michiru chewed thoughtfully. Her eyes lit up. "Let’s go snorkeling." Haruka grinned. "Okay, do you want to have dinner at the Lodge at Koele?" "That sounds great." "They have a five star restaurant," Haruka informed her around another offered bit of croissant. She then busied herself sucking the traces of creamy butter from Michiru’s fingers. "Have you thought about what you might want to do tomorrow?" "Hmm, maybe we could go hiking." "That would be fun," Michiru agreed. Then she continued, "Hmmm, this is Hawaii, I’ll bet there are a lot of pretty young girls out on those beaches" Alerted by the tone, Haruka took her wife’s hands in her own and laced their fingers together. "What’s wrong?" she asked guardedly. Michiru was still looking down, but there was a smile in her voice. "I know you like to look at other girls, Haruka, but if I catch you looking at anyone beside me these next few weeks I’m going to hurt you" ‘Ah, so that was what was wrong,’ Haruka thought, relieved. She released one of Michiru’s hands to tilt her wife’s chin up to meet her gaze. "Michiru, I know I like to tease you by flirting with other women, but the fact is they all fall short when compared to you. I plan to spend every moment of these next few weeks showing you how I really feel. Truthfully, darling, I can’t take my eyes off you." Michiru made a little choking noise. "Haruka," she sighed and wrapped her arms around her love. Haruka returned the hug. "There is no reason for you to be unsure of my feelings for you. Ever. But, I won’t promise never to do it again, because you are very beautiful when you’re jealous." Michiru giggled and slid from Haruka's lap. She tossed her long aqua locks and turned to her wife. "Who ever said I was jealous." With that parting comment, she sauntered from the breakfast room, leaving Haruka to contemplate the bewitching minx with whom she had just agreed to spend the rest of her life. When Michiru was half way to the bathroom, she slyly winked over her shoulder at Haruka. She smiled at the expected sight of her darling wife racing to catch up to her. Later that night when they returned to the honeymoon suite, Haruka opened the patio door to let the salty sea air drift in, while Michiru put their swimming gear in the bathroom. Michiru returned and circled the room slowly, shedding clothing as she went. She playfully tossed each piece to Haruka, who laughed and discarded her corresponding article of clothing. Michiru sighed happily at the sight of her naked wife and smiled. "What?" Haruka asked, reaching for her lover. "There is something liberating in being able to walk around naked without worrying about someone coming home unexpectedly, " Michiru replied as she danced away from her love’s arms. Haruka laughed, remembering Hotaru’s early arrival on Valentine’s Day. Again she reached for Michiru and again her partner avoided her embrace. Her smile faltered slightly. "Is something wrong?" "No, darling, I just want to take the time to enjoy seeing you like this. We’ll have plenty of time to play later." Haruka smirked, ‘You can count on that.’ They cuddled together sipping champagne and talked about the past and their future. As the night wore on, the room grew chilly so Haruka moved to start a small fire. Michiru joined her on the floor in front of the fireplace. They embraced and began kissing. After an extremely long time, Michiru broke for air. "I’m thirsty," she whispered and crawled to her champagne glass set precariously on the thick carpet. She had taken a drink and was replacing the glass, when she was distracted by a hand on her back, tracing the curve of her spine and the shape of her hips. Haruka slid over her back, mounting her and thrusting her hips gently against Michiru’s soft bottom. Michiru’s breasts swung freely beneath her, until her lover’s warm hands surrounded them. As arousing as the position was, Michiru couldn’t see how they could both be satisfied this way, so she shifted restlessly in her wife’s grip. Haruka held her firmly. "Uh-uh, no escape." "Haruka," Michiru breathed petulantly. Haruka’s slender, piano playing fingers teased Michiru’s nipples, plucking at them and making them throb as blood raced to the aroused flesh. Michiru squirmed. Haruka wrapped one arm across both of Michiru's breasts, concentrating on stimulating them by gently moving her arm back and forth underneath one and tugging at the other with her fingertips. Her other hand slid down between Michiru's spreading thighs, playing in the moisture found there. Michiru was blossoming for her like a dew-drenched lily. "You’re so wet, Michi," the husky voice whispered next to her ear. "Uhh" was all the gorgeous sea nymph could manage. Haruka was now employing feather light caresses on Michiru’s sensitive mound. She was delighted when the sea senshi’s hips rolled forward, following after the soft, pleasure filled touch. She ever so lightly slid her finger up and down, just inside the outer folds. Michiru’s vocabulary consisted of one long continuous moan. Her world narrowed to only Haruka’s skillful hands as both worked magic between her legs. She could smell her own musk mixed with her partner’s and it made the ache low in her belly more intense. Haruka was following her every move and every now and then Haruka’s sweaty bangs would brush against her back. Two of Haruka’s fingers plunged deep inside Michiru, thrusting in time with the movement of her hips. The soft skin of the wind senshi’s sex bounced wetly against Michiru’s upthrust bottom. Michiru was in a frenzied state of physical arousal. She tried to pull away from the stimulating hands and the mouth sucking at her neck. It was too good, too much. She had...to ...get ...away. She tried to crawl from her wife’s grasp, but instead fell forward onto her chest. Haruka’s hands never missed a stroke. Michiru’s distended nipples were now rubbed against the soft carpet with every push and it felt as though she were being licked by a rough tongue. "Ahhh," she squealed and her legs stiffened out behind her, embracing the body wedged between her thighs. She began bucking beneath Haruka, spasming in ecstasy. Haruka worked her fingers until her hands ached, but would not stop; Michiru’s weeping passage was still convulsing around her fingers and the sea senshi’s clitoris was still poking from her slick folds. Haruka continued to massage the little bud with one hand, holding her fingers deep inside her wife’s swollen sex. Michiru arched beneath her and froze that way for almost half a minute, while she rode out the clenching crest of orgasm. Haruka enjoyed a soft spasm of her own, while locked inside her mate. It wasn’t as powerful as an actual climax, but it relieved the tension in her own body. Michiru collapsed with Haruka still on top of her. The familiar weight was a comfort to her exhausted body. Haruka recovered enough to roll off, but she kept one hand on her trembling wife. Michiru was sobbing. "Darling, are you all right?" Michiru could only sniffle for a few moments. In that time Haruka studied her beautiful lover bathed in the firelight. She appeared every bit a woman thoroughly loved: her nipples were swollen; her sex gleamed in the soft firelight; and her skin was still rosy from the aftermath of her climax. Haruka leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. Michiru ran her hand through her love’s short hair, the stone on her wedding ring shimmering as it reflected the soft light of the flames. "That was incredible, but it wore me out." Michiru nuzzled against Haruka’s shoulder when her beautiful lover gathered her close. Michiru’s blue eyes fluttered as she fought to stay awake. "Get some sleep, sweetheart, " Haruka whispered to her wife. As their heartbeats began to return to normal, Haruka’s own eyes drifted shut. "Haruka?" "Hai," the blonde murmured drowsily. "I always knew I loved your hands." Finis Author's notes: hope you liked it, I was...inspired. This is the last piece in a seven fic set: Pledged by Saun Michiru's Surprise by Fire Child The Party by Sabi-san The Annoyance by Rhapsody Unity by Saun Togetherness by Saun Consummation (H) by Saun Well guys, it's 1:30 am on the day before this is published. I've only had 5 hours of sleep in the last 72. Please leave some goodies in my mailbox if you liked the story.