tampered | 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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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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