By Amanda Sage
TV14
Disclaimer: Haruka and Michiru do not belong to me. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi and Toei Animation Co., Ltd. Don�t sue me, onegai.
This story is partially based on a Sailor Moon-based game that takes place in 30th Century Crystal Tokyo. Shayera Janota has helped with the characterization of all of the Mizuno children, including Neko. Without her, there would be no story; therefore for all intents and purposes, she is Kami-sama!
If you have a problem with same-sex relationships (or the GLBT community in general), don�t read the story. You really won�t be happy, I won�t be happy, and who needs all that.
This is just a cute little story that takes place about a couple months after �For Better Or For Worse� and the Post-Sex story (aka Our Hearts As One).
Just like the aforementioned stories, this one is rated TV14 for intense sexual situations and suggestive dialogue.
Tenoh Haruka juggled the load she was carrying as she attempted to get a handle on the doorknob to enter Tenshi�s apartment. She prayed that Tenshi was home and just hadn�t heard what Haruka had passed off as a knock moments ago by pushing her shoulder into the door for lack of a free hand to knock with. But the result wasn�t very knock-like, and Haruka was hoping that the door would be unlocked and her daughter home.
She tried to turn the handle. �Shimatta!� It was locked. She had a key, but didn�t really want to try to use it with her hands full as they were. No, she just needed to go back home and tell Michiru that Tenshi wasn�t at home so she couldn�t complete her mission.
Make sure you deliver this fabric tonight! Tenshi needs to make a decision on the material and design of her bridesmaids� dresses as soon as possible. I have a contact in Paris � you remember Jean Pierre-san � who will make them for us, but only if she decides now!
Haruka cringed. That was why she now stood outside of Tenshi�s apartment, her arms full of expensive fabric from France, Jean Pierre�s favorite fashions, plus his new designs, and even a couple of example dresses from weddings that went south after he had made them. Were she to return without delivering them, Michiru would have her head. �I�ll be sleeping on the couch for sure,� she groaned.
Sighing, she shifted the load to her left side as she tried to fish out her key from her pocket. *Dresses are such a fuss. Neko-chan and I got her tux in a matter of hours. These dresses apparently will take months!*
Finally, she managed to get the key in the door and entered.
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�Mmm, I love the taste of your sweet lips,� Tenshi sighed. She reached her arms around her fianc�e�s trim waist as she met those lips with her own.
Neko leaned her body into Tenshi�s from above. �That�s not all these lips can do, you know,� she whispered suggestively as she began to move her kisses down Tenshi�s body.
She had only gotten as far as Tenshi�s chest when Tenshi called a halt to it. �Oh, no, you don�t!� she cried, taking Neko in her arms and propelling the two of them in a roll until their positions had been reversed. �It�s your turn to relax while I do all the work,� she scolded her lover playfully.
They both knew that it didn�t matter which of them really did what. Both of them would experience every moment of pleasure thanks to the psychic link they shared, which was at its absolute strongest when they were making love. Still, Tenshi liked to share who was in control.
�You don�t always get to be on top,� she said in a softer tone before Neko could object. She immediately went to work, starting with her neck, tasting with delight Neko�s soft flesh there. Her hands were free to explore Neko�s body, still glistening with sweat from when they had made love not even half an hour ago. Tenshi felt intoxicated by Neko�s scent � her musk intermixed with the sweet plumeria scent of her favorite lotion. Tenshi was ready to drown in it, as she had drowned in Neko so many times before.
Neko mentally cried out for Tenshi�s lips to meet hers, and Tenshi answered that call, eagerly, hungrily. Her hands found their way to Neko�s breasts, easily sliding under the tank top to where they filled it out.
The tank top was actually Tenshi�s; an old track shirt from junior high. The grey top had been very loose-fitting on her then, and even now she was not as well-endowed as her partner in that area, something to which the similar top Tenshi sported and the way it hung on her would attest. The tank Neko wore clung to her otherwise bare chest before hanging freely to about her midriff, leaving her pink bikini cut underwear clearly in view. It was a gratifying outfit for Tenshi, no question about that. Tenshi made a mental note to suggest that Neko wear it the next time she slept over as well.
At least it would still be here, since she wouldn�t likely wear the tiny shirt beyond this room. Neko had a slight tendency to borrow Tenshi�s clothes and forget to bring them back. Tenshi could understand her not wanting to wear the same outfit she wore the day before, but still, something had to be done before Neko stole the rest of her clothes.
�I don�t steal them!� Neko suddenly exclaimed, her voice full of hurt and worry. �I plan to bring them back once I wash them. Besides,� her voice dropped into an indignant pout, �you�re not supposed to be thinking of anything but me right now.�
Tenshi�s eyes widened with surprise and guilt. What was she doing letting her mind wander like that?! Especially with Neko knowing every thought in her head while they were having sex. And before. And after. *Dammit, there you go again!* she reprimanded herself.
�Gomen. I mean, ano, I was thinking of you. I, uh, just was thinking�.� Her tongue tripped over the words clumsily. How could Neko so easily cause her to lose the eighteen years of eloquence that came before Tenshi had met her? �I was thinking maybe we could, uh, bring some of your clothes here and give you your own drawer.� She held her breath hoping the suggestion would be a welcome one.
�My own drawer?!� Neko�s pout turned into a joyful squeal. She threw her arms around Tenshi�s neck and began to kiss her anew.
�Oh, hey, you mean this was something I should have saved for some time when you were really mad at me?� Tenshi chuckled uncertainly.
�Like I ever stay mad at you,� Neko pointed out, giddily. Tenshi should have known that the drawer idea would make her happy. It gave Neko one less reason not to spend the night. She was there so often anyway, Tenshi didn�t know why they hadn�t previously broached this subject.
�Thoughts. Me,� Neko demanded, guiding Tenshi�s hands along the curve of her body to remind her of what was really important at the moment.
�Right. Unless you�d rather talk about getting you an extra toothbrush for here too.�
Neko put her finger up to Tenshi�s lips. �Later. Now you�re supposed to be paying me back for earlier.�
�Yes, ma�am,� Tenshi agreed and resumed her former course of action.
Suddenly, Neko pushed her away. �Did you hear that?� she asked with a hushed voice.
�Now whose thoughts are elsewhere?� But Neko shushed Tenshi before she could say anything else.
Finally, Tenshi heard it too. Someone was definitely stumbling around in her apartment. They both jumped when they heard a crash from the other side of the bedroom door.
�Tenshi, I think you�re being robbed?� Neko whispered fearfully.
Tenshi nodded. �I�m going to check it out. I want you to hide.�
�What, like under the bed?� Neko asked incredulously. �Tenshi, I don�t want you to face a burglar alone.� Neko had grabbed Tenshi�s arm, worried that the older girl might do something rash.
�I�ll be careful, but I don�t want to worry about you.� She pulled Neko over to the other side of her room and opened the sliding closet door, revealing the slight mess she had thrown in there before Neko came over. �Here, you can hide in here.�
Neko let go of her. �I�m not hiding in the closet!� she resolved, crossly.
