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Title: Secret Garden
Author: Lexie
Feedback: If you feel so moved.
Characters: Haruka, Michiru
Theme: SM – Voyeur
Word Count: 512
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: The Princess – and Senshi – of Neptune stood under the waterfall. Her long aquamarine hair was plastered to her body, clinging to each curve.
Notes: If I ever write smut, this will definitely be a fic I’ll adult-ify.
Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi owns the characters and scenarios of Sailor Moon. I am a humble fan and thus make no profit from this venture.

The lagoon was sheltered, tucked away in the forest behind Kaiousei Castle. Trees created a wall around it, branches brushing the clear pool of water, ripples spreading out. Water poured down a waterfall between the rock face. The crystal clear wave of water was the only thing that could be heard.

Sailor Uranus leant against a tree, the Space Sword hanging from her waist. It hadn’t been particularly to find Sailor Neptune; the staff at the castle had been very helpful when they saw her torn and bloodied fuku, her illustrious sword at hand.

The Princess – and Senshi – of Neptune stood under the waterfall. Her long aquamarine hair was plastered to her body, clinging to each curve.

Uranus ran her eyes down Michiru’s body. Michiru had forgone the traditional transparent robe that was typically worn bathing like this. Every inch of her porcelain skin was bare, water running over her. Michiru’s eyes were closed as the water rushed past her, her hands clasped to her chest.

Uranus could watch her like this every day. There wasn’t any time when Michiru wasn’t the most exquisite creature in existence, but seeing her so peaceful and so relaxed, surrounded by her own element was the most satisfying and erotic thing that Uranus could think of.

She watched as Michiru reached for a hair comb that was resting on a rock nearby, sweeping her hair back; sodden aqua-colour waves tumbling down her back.

“Haruka, you’re staring.” Her voice was soft, husky, looking over her shoulder to where Uranus stood, hidden by the shadows of the trees.

Uranus smiled and stepped into view. “You look beautiful,” she said in a low voice.

Michiru smiled, her cheeks going slightly pink, before turning back to the waterfall. “Aren’t you going to join me?” Her voice was soft, sultry.

Uranus smiled, kicking off her boots and tossing her sword to the ground, before wading through the lagoon to her partner. As she pulled Michiru into her arms, tilting her head down to meet Michiru’s lips in a scorching kiss, letting her fuku dissolve into ribbons of energy before dissipating, leaving them both flesh to flesh, arms looped around each other, water pouring around them.

Hands traced skin, soft sights of pleasure and contentment barely heard underneath the roar of the waterfall, the trees hiding them from the sight of anyone passing by.

As Haruka pressed another kiss to Michiru’s neck, Michiru tilted her head back, her eyes falling shut. “I love you Haruka,” she half whispered, Haruka making no sign she’d heard it.

It was easy to ignore words when their duty held a sword of Damocles over their dreams and their futures. It was safer never to acknowledge the half-whispered confessions, the murmured promises when ugly what-ifs stalked them every day.

Haruka didn’t acknowledge Michiru’s words, but tightened her arms around Michiru and kissing her deeply, a cool breeze twisting through the air, sending ripples through the pool of water.

And they stayed wrapped around each other, the wind teasing the water, until the sun disappeared behind the trees.