Even people that knew her quite well would have trouble believing that Haruka Tenou was a woman. Her body language, the clothes she wears, the manner of her speech, they all give off cues that she was a man. Strong enough cues that she had several straight women who were very interested in pursuing a relationship - and then very jealous of Michiru when they found out about her. The fact that she was a street racer only increased her appeal in certain circles and led to many a woman trying to get on the good side of such a ‘bad boy’ like Haruka. Why, there had even been a few that did <i>not</i> mind that he was already taken and suggested that all three of them could have <i>fun</i> together.
That lot... really creeped Haruka out, if she was being honest. There were times when straight chicks were almost as bad as the straight men. Well, whatever. She was coming back home after another well earned win. It was close one though. Even her heart was pounding by the time she'd crossed the finish line.
The loser had been surprisingly good natured about his loss and shaken her hand pretty enthusiastically. Sadly more of a rarity than she would have liked. So she was in a good mood when she got back home. Tired, but in a good mood.
"Hi hi Haruka-papa!"
And now her mood was even better. Ah, Hotaru was rushing up to her with a great big smile and arms spread open wide for a hug. Haruka knelt down and did the extremely fatherly thing of pretending to be bowled over by the petite girl, ending with both of them lying on the ground and her affectionately patting her daughter’s head.
Yes, daughter. No, not biological. It was... complicated. Very, very complicated. And messy. You're better off not knowing the specifics if you don't already, it's a whole big thing.
"Hey there squirt," Haruka rubbed the top of the girl's head. "Didja have fun with your friends?"
"Uh huh!" Hotaru nodded. "We had a lot of fun, Haruka-papa!"
"Alright, alright," she said. And really, you could easily see why people would make the mistake. You'd honestly think this was father and daughter based on their interactions. "Come on, you can tell me and Michiru-mama inside."
Ah, this really was blissful living. Doing what she loved, with the support of the people she loved. Some people live their whole lives never knowing this level of contentment. Haruka went inside, Hotaru bubbling up with excitement and anticipation to tell them all about it.
Then a thought crossed Haruka's mind: Wasn't she about due another growth spurt? If so... it would take her right up to about the same age of herself and Michiru. In all honesty, it was kind of hard to say with all this magic instant-growth stuff. Hotaru had been the youngest of their group before all that stuff happened, but in a way she was one of the most mature in their team.
“Michiru-mama is still in the bath.” The purple haired girl said as she skipped after Haruka, a smile on her face. At that the Senshi of Uranus tilted her head and shrugged, well she wasn’t going to interrupt her lover when she was relaxing. That tended to lead to angry looks and getting no fun times for the next few days.
So instead she sat down on the couch and motioned for Hotaru to sit on her lap.
No sooner did she do so than the door to the bathroom opened up - and the rest of the universe almost seemed to disappear.
Michiru... Looked divine. There was no other way for it to be described. She walked out there with only a bath towel around her, but she gave off this aura, an allure that Haruka had never seen before. For the first time in years Haruka felt like a teenager who was looking at someone around ten stories out of her league. Someone who upon seeing that she was there, walked up to her and quickly gave her a welcome kiss.
She smelled as good as she looked. Haruka genuinely felt like she was walking on air merely being in her presence.
"Hiya sweety," Michiru giggled. Haruka blinked slowly. Huh. She didn't normally giggle. In fact, Haruka was having trouble thinking of a time where Michiru would do something so...unrefined. The guardian of Neptune always seemed to project the image of a perfect lady, even when they were in the middle of battle or waking up after a long night out. "Did you, like, have a fun morning?"
"Yeah we won..." Haruka answered automatically. Gulp! With the way she was leaning forward Haruka could plainly see down that gap in the towel. Cleavage. So much cleavage! Her breasts even seemed a bit bigger than usual like this.
"Of course you won, silly!" Michiru said, affectionately stroking her cheek. "Now, Hotaru sweetie. I can, like, see you're totally bursting to tell me something wicked cool. But can it wait until mommy gets dressed?"
"Okay Michiru-mama!"
It was a really good thing that Haruka was a woman. If she was a man, she'd have an erection going right through the ceiling. Gosh, this was so strange. Had Michiru been drinking? This early in the day? And what was this really nice smell? It was almost like some sort of perfume, one that went right to her brain and tickled all sorts of pleasure nodes in there.
This definitely merited further investigation.
"Hotaru, could you please go and find Setsuna?" Haruka carefully said, eyes firmly glued to Michiru's tight swaying ass beneath that towel. Oof... not bad. Not bad at all. The amethyst eyed girl nodded and left the room to see if Setsuna was around. Good, the keeper of the time gates was often out who knows where, but if anyone could find her in a reasonable amount of time then it was Hotaru.
"Tee hee, I know why you sent Hotaru away to find Setsuna," Michiru said.
Uh oh. "You do?" Haruka asked, rising to her feet and ready for trouble. Though in truth she wasn't nearly as ready as she thought she was...
Namely, for the towel to drop. Perfection stood in front of her. From head to toe, not a blemish on her skin nor an inch that was wasted. To go back to the metaphor from earlier, were Haruka a man her erection would have been mistaken for a wrecking ball after it knocked down the building next door.
Well, maybe not... but it's a metaphor. It's not meant to be literal. The point is that she was suddenly very, very, very in the mood to fool around. Oh sure. She knew intellectually that something was up with Michiru, but try telling that to her sex drive.
"You've had a rough morning," Michiru said, slipping right up next to Haruka and wrapping her arms around the taller woman's head. "How about we, like, celebrate... in the bath?"
Haruka pondered that question deeply and thoroughly, and after a short while she concluded that this was indeed just what she needed. And that had nothing to do with the way Michuru’s breasts were pushing against her back and how the beautiful woman had started to lightly bite down on her ear. No, this was an absolutely rational decision. After all she needed to find out more about whatever was going on with Michuru, and what would be better method to do that than to check her body deeply and thoroughly?
- It's an ordinary bath with ordinary sex. No bimbo Haruka quite yet.
- Bubble bath time!
- Haruka notices the bottle and finds it suspicious.
- Before the bath can happen, they are alerted to a youma attack.
- Hotaru actually finds Setsuna pretty quickly and they walk in on Haruka and Michiru.
- Something else
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