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Seiya walked down the street in the pouring rain. He had an umbrella at home he kept on forgetting and usually getting wet helped him cool his mind, but that night he was particularly upset and wanted to actually feel the rage.
It was going to consume him if he kept on pretending everything was going to work out just fine. He had been pretending for four years now.
Four years, exactly, since he had landed on this planet their inhabitants called Earth. Wow, had it really been that long? Sometimes it would feel like it was just yesterday they had to flee their home planet; sometimes it felt like he had been alone for decades. He remembered he used to think that finding their princess would be an easy task. He mocked himself now.
The storm began to gain which gave him no alternative but to run. He was just a few blocks away from his destination anyway. In a nearby alleyway he got enough shelter to activate his henshin.
Now turned into Sailor Star Fighter, it was easier to jump in between cornices and rooftops. It took her only a couple of seconds to finally slide into the only open window within the storm area.
The bedroom was completely dark.
"It was sweet of you to keep the window opened for me." She called into the nothingness.
"Well, I didn't think you would ring the bell."
Two hands startled her for a second as they appeared from behind her. They grabbed her breasts and gave them a little squeeze. Fighter bit her lower lip.
She was not in the mood for moaning hopelessly that night.
She quickly turned around, took her wrists in her hands and cornered her into the nearest wall. A small thump cut through the silence in between them.
"Ouch"
A small light coming down the street leaked into the room, lighting Fighter's hostess. Sailor Moon greeted him with a daring smirk in her beautiful face.
"I need it rough tonight babe"
"Oh, me too"
"Then what are you waiting for? Take off your clothes."
Sailor Moon slid her hands free from Fighter's grip. She grabbed the edge of her skirt and pulled it down to her ankles, stepping out of it right away. While she finished working on her bodysuit, Fighter was undressing herself too.
Completely naked now her patience grew short. She pulled the blonde girl towards her and placed her in her bed, face down.
"I can help," Fighter whispered into her ear, making her squirm.
She unzipped her bodysuit quickly, pulled away and gazed down at her. She decided Sailor Moon would keep her boots on for now.
Fighter kneeled down, took a deep breath and pulled Sailor Moon's legs apart to give herself space in between them. Her tongue touched her and felt her shake under it.
Ugh, she was delicious as always. Her honey was the sweetest Fighter had had the opportunity to taste ever.
She got into a nice rhythm rather fast, judging by the moans the blonde warrior was shouting into the pillow. Fighter was a fan of working that woman up so fast and then slowing down when she stepped too close over the edge.
Denying her her fulfillment was her power move whenever she felt hopeless, just like that night. She felt how her core began to get swollen, which was her signal to stop all together.
"God"
Fighter licked her juice from her lips before turning her around, face up. Sailor Moon let herself be moved around like a raggedy doll, just barely recovering from having Fighter eating her soul away.
She realized her mood was beginning to improve when she took a look at the Earthling senshi and felt like kissing her.
Going down now slowly and sweetly on her.
Making her moan her name.
Tearing her mask away.
But ever since they began to meet to have these sessions to blow off some steam, they had agreed on a fixed rule: no kissing.
"The cat got your tongue?"
"You miss it already?"
Sailor Moon opened her legs as an answer, inviting the black haired senshi to keep on where she had left on.
She gave her a smug smile while she positioned herself on top of her. Her lips might be forbidden territory but everything below her chin was fair playground. Fighter traced a path of small kisses from the corner of her neck and her earlobe and went south.
When she passed her lips next to her yugular, she took a bite. Sailor Moon gasped as she tightened her legs around Fighter's waist.
"Why are you upset tonight?" Sailor Moon asked her in between huffs.
Fighter stopped dead on her tracks, just as she was about to serve her breasts. It was another important rule: never to talk about their personal lives.
"It's a tough date." She guessed giving a weak answer couldn't be taken as breaking the rules.
She resumed her work, suctioning her nipple while her delicate long fingers pinched the other one. She had gotten to know the tricks of what made Sailor Moon's head spin and she knew a good nipple play always got her dripping in a matter of seconds.
She felt her humidity in her belly button and it made her smile.
She interchanged breasts because she was a fair lover. When she suctioned a little harder than usual, Sailor Moon squirmed and moaned loudly. Her hands caressed her whole body, from the back of her legs, passing through her butt and her whole back, to finally park within her black hair.
It was now Fighter's turn to pant. For some reason Sailor Moon's silky touch always gave her goosebumps.
"Keep doing that," the blonde warrior begged. Of course Fighter did not listen.
She traveled south, kissed her abdomen, caressed her belly with her tongue and her hands secured her hips in place.
Fighter's hands grabbed her thighs and opened her again, but now she settled on top of her, their legs intertwined. She slowly let herself go down so their cores could touch each other.
Electricity ran through her, making her moan shamelessly. She gazed down on Sailor Moon, who was panting, sweating and wrinkling the sheets under her fingers.
She moved, friction was deliciously ecstatic. She did it again, and again. She quickly accelerated her pushes onto their dampen vulvas.
Sailor Moon's brain had already shut down. She did not know time or space, past or future, nor things that were meant to be and never would come to be.
It was a tough date for her too, not that Fighter had asked her.
But damn was she good at her job. The way she moved, the way she grabbed her, the way she sometimes would look at her… She hated to admit nobody had actually made her orgasm the way she did, for a couple of months now.
The way she made her forget about her crumbling reality was worth the shame that usually washed over her when she was left alone.
Sailor Moon felt her whole body tighten. She knew Fighter was too close too to make herself stop again. She kept on riding her, moving faster. Sailor Moon found hypnotizing to watch the drops of sweat travel from Fighter's neck, in between her bouncing breasts and down her belly.
She saw her climax first, moaning towards the ceiling, her fingers carving themselves into Sailor Moon's hips.
It was a vision, the blonde thought. She was usually the first one to give in, so she would only hear Fighter's final cries as she floated down to Earth after having seen heaven.
But now she had seen the whole picture. The way she squirmed onto her made her heart want to beat out of her chest.
It was an… interesting feeling. One she had not felt in forever.
Her head sounded the alarms. She froze and therefore her orgasm started to fade away.
She snorted in frustration. She had been so close to an Earth-shattering closure.
When Fighter's neurons started firing again, she opened her eyes only to find her lover with a discontented look on her gorgeous face.
Well, that was a disappointment.
Fighter's fingers automatically traveled to Sailor Moon's face, stopping dead on their tracks just millimeters away from caressing her cheeks.
Rules, rules, rules.
"Are you ok?" She asked as she retrieved her hands.
"I got distracted and lost it."
"Oh"
Fighter's uncoupled herself from the Earthling senshi and laid down next to her. She grabbed her waist and made her face her. Without taking her eyes from hers, she licked her second and third fingers, and traveled down to her frustrated core.
Sailor Moon felt those digits invade her. She squirmed, stretching her neck back in pleasure.
Her fingers had never been inside her.
"Oh, good God"
"It's only me, babe"
Fighter caressed her from within, her fingers trying to meet with her thumb outside. She realized that whenever she touched a rugged patch on her wall, Sailor Moon would almost convulse. She focused her efforts onto that particular area.
The blonde next to her began to tighten again. Fighter knew she was close again and, in order to avoid any distraction, she locked her down with her free arm.
"Do not take your eyes off me" she commanded. "I wanna see you unravel for me."
Sailor Moon nodded like the good girl she was. Tears were beggining to pool in the corner of her blue eyes, pleasure being too much it was about to become painful.
"Easy, easy, focus on your breathing" Fighter kept on instructing, like a damn meditation guide. "Darling, you're so aroused, I've never felt you like this before."
She was not one to call anyone any kind of sweet pet names, nor give compliments away like they were candy.
But that night, even though she had her own demons out to get her, she realized Sailor Moon needed a little bit of that sweet talking.
It didn't feel corny or stupid. Somehow it felt… right.
She smiled proudly when she felt her orgasm around her fingers. The impulse of kissing her appeared again, her swollen lips were right there in front of her and she craved them.
She quickly brushed the thought away when Sailor Moon's cries began to die out and the spell began to lift.
Her work there was done. She let go of her waist and the blonde woman rolled over to her back. She did too. They were now trying to recover their normal breathing, inches away from each other.