Author's note: This is my first submitted story, so here goes! It's sort of a cross between a story and a poem--it's like a collection of thoughts and actions, so no complete sentences! This first one is told from Haruka's point of view. Hopefully it won't be too hard to guess the actions that are going on. Hope you enjoy it--I welcome reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Sailor Moon characters--I just love to write about them!

Get Up

A dream. Or not. A wind. A place. Dark, then Light. Form, waves, a beach, a water. A woman. All woman. Breasts. Soft. A sweet spot, wet. A dream. Or not...

Fucking alarm.

Get up. Roll over. Ten minutes more. One minute more. Get up. Now. NOW. A sigh, get up. Off with the shirt, down with the boxers. Rub them. Breasts still there.

Need a shower.

Run the water -- too hot. Get in --

--Ohhh, feels fucking good. Need my girl with me now.

Feel the water. Feel the heat. Taste the water, rinse the mouth.

Much better.

Rub the body. All the right places.

She's not here, ah, what the hell.

Feels good. The touch and the water. The wetness, the feeling. T he warmth. The inside, the out. Even better. More wetness, better still. Feels SO good. The wetness. The water. Tickling it, in a stream. Just right. Soapy. And slippery. Slippery all over. Come now...come HARD. Come NOW.

Oh god, it's good!

Squeeze the feeling out. Every bit. Savor it. Rub it. Got it?

Good.

Get out.

Dry the body. Tingling, feels nice. Spray. Rub. Brush. Brush. Comb. Look. Looks good.

Where's that damned -- oh.

Put it on. Put them on. Look. Look. Look more. Not here. Not there. Under here?

Where the fuck is my -- oh.

Put them in the ears. Turn it on. Turn it up.

Down the stairs. A bite?

No time for that.

Out the door. Run. Run. Run harder. Sweat and pant. Breathe. Pounding, in the ears. Louder. Harder. Run. Breathe. Run. Forget all, always do. Feel the wind. On the face. Feel the wind. Feel the ground. Feel the air. Feel the pain. FEEL IT .

FUCK!!!

Feel the ground beneath the body. The pain in the hip, and in the hand. A scuff. Another. And blood. Some blood. Wipe it off.

Get up.

Get UP.

Rise. Do it again. Go again. Run. Feels good. There's pain.

Forget the pain. Been worse pain .

Back here. Through the door. On the floor. Work the abs. Sweat more.

Fuck. Still hurts. Shit.

Get up.

Take care of it. A wash. Shirt off. Shorts off. Back in the water. No wetness this time.

No time for that. Later.

Out. Put it on. Put them on. Spray. Brush. Comb. Look. Looks good. Down the stairs. Into the kitchen. Open it up. Look in.

No. No. Yuck, hell no. No, well -- no. Maybe. Sure, why not. Sounds good.

Get it out. Get that too. And some of this, and those. Put it in one. Put them in the other. Watch. Turn. Watch. Turn. Done. Get one. A clean one. Put it all on. Good to sit.

Pretty damned good -- wish she was here .

Finish, get more. Back down. Again, good.

Get up.

Wash it off. Look up, and over. Plenty of time still.

The knock, familiar.

No time after all.

A greeting. A kiss. Another kiss, and a hug. A waft of perfume. Of sandalwood. Or something. It's sweet. Familiar. It's nice.

A chat. Short chat. Then caress. Kiss. Kiss and forget. Then a pain.

She doesn't know.

She knows now. Kisses it. Makes it better.

All better now .

Up the stairs, with her now. Go in.

Grab her. Kiss hard, caress low. Shirt off. Pants off. A skirt tossed. A bra tossed. Lacy. Panties. More lace. Feels good .

The body feels better.

Moans. Kisses. Slurps. Tastes. Licks. Fingers, and tongue. Spread them. Taste it. Feel it. Be there, Inside. Deep, in. So good. Tastes good. Devour it. Tastes better.

Up and up. More and more. Grab. Caress. Enter. Harder. HARDER. More . Use the tongue. Use like the fingers. Use with the fingers. Slippery. Slide over it. Slide into it. Make her. Make her more. Whisper.Say it. Tell her. Grab it. It's soft. Always is. Suck on it. Tastes good. Feels nice, warm. More. MORE. Rhythm. Rhythm. Squeeze it out. Every bit. Sweat. Slowly descend. Breathe. Breathe...

A kiss, an 'I love you'. And one returned.

Roll over. Not alone. With her, just right. Set it again, only for a moment. Just a few. A few more. Not long enough. No dreams, just rest. Then the sound.

Fucking alarm.

A sigh, a pause, a kiss.

Get up.