tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When: August 4th, Bodice Ripper Day
Rating: R at least
Characters: Michiru, Utena, open to canon crew members
Plot: When Michiru invited Utena to her studio, she wasn't planning on being cursed...
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Michiru checked herself in one of the studio's mirrors once more as she awaited the charming noble she had arranged a meeting with on this day. Thus far, the only correspondence she'd had with the remarkable strangers was through simple messages. She had been polite, suave, genteel, and the green haired lady was looking forward to displaying her world famous talents to such an individual.

As she waited patiently, her thoughts turned to her family, and her expression grew troubled. Though the people she loved were around her, she couldn't ignore the current of tension drifting between them. There was a gap between herself and her partner. Between her partner and her daughter as well. Though it wasn't as bad as it had been, it was still there, and she hadn't yet had the chance to speak with Haruka again.

She gave a light sigh, wondering about the fate this strange city had in store for you.

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Utena approached the music studio with butterflies beating their wings frantically in her stomach. She had seldom felt so great an excitement since arriving in this gods-forsaken place. Her affairs had been so convoluted in her encounters with both the lady Himemiya and her brother Ohtori. It was enough to make even the most hearty of individuals discouraged. She had confessed her feelings, had she not? True feelings of deep emotion, and what had Himemiya done? Disappeared. Vanished. One could not court a lady which was not there.

So here she stood. The princely Tenjou Utena swallowed, doing her best to mitigate her shaking nerves by straightening every possible facet of her black and white uniform. Tongue swiped across her lips as blue eyes closed. She breathed in and out silently, begging the wild pounding of her heart to quell into something more manageable.

Then she lifted an arm and pushed open the door. Stepping inside, she glanced around.

"M-Miss.. Michiru?"

The lovely lady glanced up from her melancholy thoughts as a wonderfully rich voice reached her ears. She looked over her visitor, a rather handsome figure with a noble bearing and a kind expression. Michiru smiled as she recognized in the princely figure many of the same figure cloaking techniques her partner used to appear more androgynous to the eye.

She stepped forward and nodded her head regally in introduction as she gazed into wonderously blue eyes. A gentle, teasing smile lit on her face as she addressed this charming nobleman "Utena Tenjou, yes?" A light chuckle drifted past her lips "I thought we had agreed to dispense with formalities. It's a pleasure to meet you in person."

The young prince seemed to lose herself for a moment or two, simply gazing upon the green-haired woman's ethereal beauty. Surely there existed no lady so fair as this. Immediately her once-calmed heart began beating wildly against her chest, and Utena would swear that the room's temperature increased tenfold. It was all she could do to not reach up and adjust the collar of her jacket nervously.

"But cer-certainly addressing a lady s-so beautiful in such a casual manner is highly inappropriate, Miss M-Michiru," she managed to stammer out. Lord Almighty, this was not how she'd imagined this. Looking like a flustered schoolboy and sounding worse...

Unable to keep from smiling at the adorable behaviour of her newfound friend, Michiru did manage to stifle a chuckle or two. She turned the smile into a slightly flirtatious one, intending to tease as she loved to do.
"Such a gentleman, Utena," she began, purposefully using a male term for the obvious boygirl, "One might think you were here to charm me off my feet instead of watch me perform."

A little flirting never hurt, yes? Especially not with one as nice as this noble woman, who seemed to shine brightly even through her nervousness. "You seem a little tense. Would you care for some tea to soothe your nerves?"

Utena winced as she felt her face flame hotly. She could only imagine the wondrous shade of red coloring her cheeks. Head dipped down to avoid eye contact, as she knew the longer she looked at this woman, the more anxious she would feel. She swallowed.

"I-Is this part of your performance, Miss Michiru?" she asked, perhaps trying to retort back with some of the same wit as the beautiful woman with green hair.

Head lifted and she met Michiru's eyes again. Still blushing of course, but her jaw had been set in such a way it seemed she had perhaps gained a modicum more of confidence. It wouldn't do for a prince to act as such a lamb, now would it?

Michiru admired the clor on Utena's cheeks with an artists eye. How lovely, really. It almost seemed to suit the girl to blush. Surely no other person could blush in nervousness and still look so noble. Well.. aside from her partner Haruka of course.

It was almost refreshing in way, flirting with someone like this. Her Haruka would have been quick to take the bait, and would fall into a matching of wits with her, trying to see who could lay the best subtle suggestion. Utena was so clearly out of her depth, and yet the handsome girl didn't give up, and Michiru found herself admiring such a spirit.

"Perhaps, my dear, it's a special number I wrote just for you" She winked, her voice lowering in tone as she approached the girl closer. How far, she wondered, could she push Utena before the poor nobleman fainted onthe spot?

Utena's mouth opened, and nothing came out. Jaw worked up and down for a moment or two before snapping shut again. The color on her cheeks darkened, and she furiously wished it away. She found herself without a clue as to how to proceed. The lady Himemiya never behaved in such a manner. She was always so quiet and tranquil, so polite.

Frustrated with her own inability to present any sort of appropriate first impression, she clenched her fists at her sides.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Michiru. I.. I am unable to make suitable c-company. I find myself distracted," she answered. She was floundering like a fish out of water. "Y-You are v-very beautiful."

"Don't be silly," came the immediate reply, "You're more than suitable company, Utena. And quite the charming distraction yourself. It's a pleasure to meet someone with such a lovely manner about them. You remind me of my partner. Although..."

She trailed off, herthoughts drawing up the image of her lover, and the gap that had surface between them here in the city. Did so much happen between Pharoh 90 and Nehelenia? She hadn't thought so at first, but now... "She's become somewhat distant again." She spoke quietly, for once unable to hide her inner distress.

Unthinkingly, she reached for Utena's hand, seeking the comfort the touch always brought her with Haruka.

"I understand," Utena responded, surprisingly without stammering. "My.. dearest friend has pushed me far from her, despite my insistence to refrain from such foolhardy actions. I feel she no longer desires my presence."

Long fingers easily curled around Michiru's smaller hand, cradling the more delicate appendage with a sure and firm grip. Chin tilted downward, blue eyes looking toward Michiru with sympathy empathy sparkling there.

"I have been left feeling quite unlike myself."

She gazed into those lovely blue eyes and felt herself drawing closer, closing the gap between them as her other hand gently, delicately swept upward to brush a lock of hair back behind Utena's ear.
"I know the feeling..." was all that slipped past her lips before she felt them brush against the princely woman. Sparks flew as she felt the girls soft lips against hers, and a blush settled on her cheeks as if she'd caught it from her visitor.

After a moment, she broke the kiss, speaking words of restraint, and yet never moving back, her breath alighting over Utena's lips "I'm sorry. This is terribly improper..."

Utena's shoulders stiffened in surprise as she felt Michiru's mouth against her own. Her cheeks would never catch respite this day, and she merely prayed that she would not find herself losing consciousness as a result of all the blood rushing to her head. Her whole body felt vibrant and abuzz with tremors circulating from her toes to the tips of her fingers.

Somewhere distantly, over the loud booming of her heart in her ears, Utena heard Michiru's words. Still she did not want her to talk anymore. Not when they could be...

Surging forward, her free arm curled around the green-haired woman's small waist and pulled her against her own larger frame. And now she kissed her. Fervently.

Though she tensed a moment herself as the girl prince suddenly pulled her close, she met the kiss with equal fervor, passion flooding her body like a wave breaking on the shore. Her own free hand moved to cup the back of Utena's head, tangling in the pink hair and pulling the woman into the kiss. Her other hand broke free of Utena's and settled instead on the prince's hip, helping the sea soldier keep her balance as she pressed her body against the others.

The few remnants of restraint and morality she'd had before the kiss scattered like leaves in the wind. This felt too right in this moment, and her thoughts seemed to dissolve in the intoxicating scent of roses.

Had the young girl prince been in her right mind, she would have understood just how wrong it was to be indulging in such lewd affairs with anyone, let alone a woman she'd only just met. Then again, Utena was hardly in any frame of mind to rationalize and think clearly. She hadn't even the mental capacity to understand a curse was upon her. All she knew was the ghosting feeling of ocean spray in the air around her and the taste of Michiru's lips.

In a move far too bold for her usual demeanor, Utena's tongue sought entrance into the other girl's mouth. The hand which had previously been tangled with Michiru's aggressively clutched at her skirt, pushing beneath the folds of fabric and curling around a toned thigh.

Utena wasn't the only one whose head was muddled at the moment. An uncursed Michiru would never have been here, in this position unless it served some alternative purpose. She would never grip to a stranger this lustfully, never drink in thier scent...

But here she was, mind almost spinning as she allowed Utena the access to her mouth the girl prince desired, and the bold move drew a slow moan from the lovely siren. Her hips rolled into Utena's own as she felt that hand curled around her thigh, and she slid her leg along the prince's, seeking further such touches.
The hand she had placed on Utena's began to slip under the shirt, stroking over sensitive skin

"mmmhmm...." was all she could manage to articulate. Not being at her most eloquent at the moment, her words swept away by this noble prince.

The hand around Michiru's thigh pulled forward and yanked the long leg up, hooking her knee over Utena's hip. Their bodies were pushed closely together, producing flaming heat at an alarming rate. All she could think about, all she could feel was this girl. Had she only walked into the studio minutes previous? It felt like a lifetime.

Tongue searched the warmth of Michiru's mouth, teasing and tangling with its counterpart. Her hand moved from the girl's slim back to hair at the nape of her neck, long fingers slipping into luxuriant green waves.

She gasped at the rough motion, heat flaring over her body, concentrating between her legs as she pressed and slid ever so slightly against the handsome prince. Not a thought fluttered through her mind, only intense feelings and sensations. Some distant part of her whispered a concern about whether she'd locked the door or not, but it silenced itself readily as Utena's fingers touched along the nape of her neck, drawing another shiver from the sea soldier.

Standing wasn't sufficient enough anymore. She had to... she wanted... needed...
Fortunately all it took was a gentle guiding pressure against the pink haired noble to lead them both to a chaise lounge nearby. It was a bit of a fall back, but the landing was quite soft and luxuriant.... presuming, for a moment, she cared what surface they were on

Utena was quite sure she had never been in such a wondrous position before. Her mouth was wrenched from Michiru's in the fall, and a sound of slight surprise escaped her as her back hit the chaise. Chest heaved with the effort of labored breathing as she looked up at Michiru with wide blue eyes.

The prince's long body was sprawled across the length of the seat and trapped beneath the gentle weight of the other girl's body. Utena propped her torso up on one elbow. Tongue swiped across her lower lip. The music studio was completely silent save for the symphony of lust-filled breathing.

Michiru took a moment then, to draw back and admire the sight of the noble prince sprawled out before her, laying so artisticly disheveled, gazing up at her with those lovely eyes.

She smiled then, and ran her hands over the girl prince's shoulders, over her neck.

"Such beauty.... how could I hope to resist you?"

The green-haired lady leaned forward and kissed along Utena's jawline as her fingers worked quickly to undo the clasps and buttons of the prince's jacket.

The muscles in Utena's arm quaked as she fought against the urge to fall back flat against the chaise. Head tilted back, exposing her neck to Michiru's gentle attention. Top row of white teeth captured her lower lip in its grasp. Her hand replaced itself in the silky mass of green hair.

Michiru's words made the young prince blush furiously ( duh! ).

"I.. I-I'm hardly th-the beautiful one h-here, M-Michiru."

"Hush" comes the sharp, but playful retort as Michiru begins to kiss along the skin her hands are exposing. "As an artist, I think I know what I'm talking about..."

She drew the prince up into her arms and claimed those soft lips once more as she slid the bothersome jacket off. The sportsbra followed quickly with a temporary break in the kiss, the fabric barrier tossed off carelessly. Happy with the state of Utena's torso, Michiru pressed the noble woman back down on the couch, an almost predatory look in her eyes. "A masterpeice...."

Despite the pounding in her heart and between her legs, Utena's nerves were rearing their head. Her blush had now crept along the expanse of her breastbone, and she could feel her fingers shaking. Not that she wanted to be anywhere else, but she just couldn't lie here and enjoy this.. could she? What if.. What if..?

"O-Oi!" she began anxiously. "I.. T-This isn't fair. My b-being so.. ex-exposed..."

Michiru paused then, and chuckled softly. Such a gentleman indeed. But she did have a very good point.

"Ara? mmm, I suppose you're right... it isn't fair for you to be the only one."

With that, she moved a hand to cup over Utena's breast. At the same, she took the prince's hand in her own, and guided it to her own, shivering at the contact even though her own dress was still in the way.
"Come on then, my charming Utena..." Her tone was sultry, full of promise and challenge in one

Even though her blush only intensified, Utena swallowed and moved instinctively. Fingers gently kneaded the pliant flesh in her grasp, and she groaned aloud. Her other hand, still plagued by tremors, moved toward the buttons at the front of Michiru's dress.

Her back arched just so, pushing her chest into the other's hand. Blue eyes watched with a large measure of concentration as she popped buttons free one by one down the length of the garment. All the while the hand at Michiru's breast continued its ministrations.

Michiru's own hand was far from still. She kneaded and caressed the sensitive mound beneath her palm, flicking her thumb over Utena's nipple.

Her eyes closed and a blush slowly spread over the bridge of her nose as she leaned into Utena's touch. The hand she'd used to guide Utena's into place drifted back along the prince's arm, and reached out to stroke through soft pink hair. She moved her shoulders ever so slightly, just enough to shrug the fabric from them. In less than a moment, the clothing slipped down with barely a whisper to reveal Michiru's form to the noble prince.

Somewhat surprisingly, Utena didn't give into any sort of embarrassed blush or flustered nosebleed. Instead a slow, lazy smile worked its way across her features, flashing white teeth in the room's low light. The young prince sat up, her unbound torso now pressing against Michiru's bare stomach. While her hand still worked at one breast, her mouth moved to the other, lips closing around a nipple.

As Utena sat up to press against her, Michiru let her hands slide again through that soft hair, trailing her fingers down along the back of the prince's neck. As Utena's mouth closed around her nipple, the soldier of the seas let out a soft gasping cry, her head tilting back just so, and her chest pressing forward.

"ah!.....Utena..." she whispered out breathlessly as she held the noble woman to her.

Utena's free hand grasped the curve of Michiru's hip, fingers insistently pressing against soft skin. Tongue swirled around the nipple in her mouth, followed by teeth biting down. She moved her mouth then, freeing herself from Michiru's chest. Blue eyes slid up to look at the green-haired woman.

Michiru's heavy breathing and soft moans filled the air at Utena's continued attentions, whimpering hotly at the bite. As she caught the blue-eyed princes gaze, she smiled, and moved her hand to trace her fingers over Utena's lips before leaning downward for another kiss.

Her hands drifted down as well, sliding down Utena's front to cup the woman's breasts, squeezing them gently.

Her arms loosely wrapped around Michiru's body while her neck continued to crane back to meet the girl's enthusiastic kiss. Lips and tongue worked in concert, and Utena so enjoyed the musician's taste. When Michiru touched her, a strangled but pleased sound pushed its way up from her chest. It got lost somewhere between her throat and their joined mouths.

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Man, she's gonna regret this curse like woah

LOL.. but you know she'll be having fun while it's happening.

indeed xD romancenovel affair get!

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