Title: Then There Was You
Author: Psyche
Genre: Sailor Moon
Rating: R (explicit sexual content)
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Dear Readers,
I'm back with another story. Or at least, I'm hoping I'm back
with another story. Life has been hectic for me. Classes.
Relationships failing. Etc. However, it's about to be Christmas
break for me coming up this Thursday, so I should have more free
time, and, amazingly enough, I've had some inspiration. So here
is my first (posted) yuri fic. Haruka and Usagi. Read. Respond.
And hopefully I'll be inspired to work on my other fics. I just
don't have any more ideas for them, and that is NOT a good thing.
Well, take care!
Psyche
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Was there ever a moment I didn't love her? I'd give my life to
see her smile. There is something in her eyes that lights up the
world. It's difficult to understand how she makes me feel this
way. I kissed her... tasted her soft lips -- strawberries. Her
lips had tasted like strawberries. Her eyes had filled with
surprise. Perhaps I shouldn't have kissed her, but some things
couldn't be helped. I couldn't resist.
She has been in my dreams for so long. I wake up, gasping for
breath and covered in sweat. Even before I met her in this life,
she was there, calling me. I waited an eternity to see her again.
My Princess. The Guardian of the Moon and Earth. She defends it
all. So strong. So strong. She is so powerful and so innocent.
Sometimes she seems like a child, but there is more to her. I
see it. In my dreams, I see the woman she is. I see the woman
she was.
She was once my lover. Hidden from all. We had spent many nights
wrapped in each other's arms. My lips would trail down her neck.
I remember it as if it were just last night. I carressed her body,
pressing my naked body to hers. Her moans were arousing. Soft
skin. I remember fingers, my fingers, carressing her sides. I'd
kiss her breast. My mouth taking her nipple and suckling on it
lightly. She was always so sensative. She'd beg me for more. Beg
me to do more. And with a laugh, I'd move further down till I
found her open to me. My lips would kiss her clit. My tongue would
carress and then dive into her. I enjoyed her taste. Her hands
would be in my hair, holding me there. I knew what buttons to push.
I knew when to slow down and when to speed up. She was mine, then.
She was all mine. In secret, I possessed her. All of her. She would
scream, loud. Cry out in her orgasm, uncaring of who heard her.
Yes, then, she was mine. Even the Prince did not have her like I
did. Even as he came to visit and took her to his bed many nights,
her cries were not like those I produced. He could not make her
scream. He may have been her husband, but I was her lover. I was her
love.
Now, she isn't mine. Time has passed. Generations and generations.
There have been many wars. There has been much death. And we have
been reborn on the same planet. He has her now. The Prince. He has
her, though she does not know any better. She has no memory of our
love. But he does. The Prince remembers. The looks he gives me. He
knows. He knows what we have been, and he knows what I wish for us
to become.
The Princess was once MY lover. Someday, she'll be mine again. But
I will be patient. She will learn to love me again, perhaps.
After all, we both have our mates. We both have our ties. She has
Endymion. Mamoru. And I... I have Michiru. Who has been so good to
me all of these years.
I would never wish to hurt them, but it will one day become
unavoidable.
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forgottenevermoreyahoo.com
Author: Psyche
Genre: Sailor Moon
Rating: R (explicit sexual content)
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Dear Readers,
I'm back with another story. Or at least, I'm hoping I'm back
with another story. Life has been hectic for me. Classes.
Relationships failing. Etc. However, it's about to be Christmas
break for me coming up this Thursday, so I should have more free
time, and, amazingly enough, I've had some inspiration. So here
is my first (posted) yuri fic. Haruka and Usagi. Read. Respond.
And hopefully I'll be inspired to work on my other fics. I just
don't have any more ideas for them, and that is NOT a good thing.
Well, take care!
Psyche
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---
Was there ever a moment I didn't love her? I'd give my life to
see her smile. There is something in her eyes that lights up the
world. It's difficult to understand how she makes me feel this
way. I kissed her... tasted her soft lips -- strawberries. Her
lips had tasted like strawberries. Her eyes had filled with
surprise. Perhaps I shouldn't have kissed her, but some things
couldn't be helped. I couldn't resist.
She has been in my dreams for so long. I wake up, gasping for
breath and covered in sweat. Even before I met her in this life,
she was there, calling me. I waited an eternity to see her again.
My Princess. The Guardian of the Moon and Earth. She defends it
all. So strong. So strong. She is so powerful and so innocent.
Sometimes she seems like a child, but there is more to her. I
see it. In my dreams, I see the woman she is. I see the woman
she was.
She was once my lover. Hidden from all. We had spent many nights
wrapped in each other's arms. My lips would trail down her neck.
I remember it as if it were just last night. I carressed her body,
pressing my naked body to hers. Her moans were arousing. Soft
skin. I remember fingers, my fingers, carressing her sides. I'd
kiss her breast. My mouth taking her nipple and suckling on it
lightly. She was always so sensative. She'd beg me for more. Beg
me to do more. And with a laugh, I'd move further down till I
found her open to me. My lips would kiss her clit. My tongue would
carress and then dive into her. I enjoyed her taste. Her hands
would be in my hair, holding me there. I knew what buttons to push.
I knew when to slow down and when to speed up. She was mine, then.
She was all mine. In secret, I possessed her. All of her. She would
scream, loud. Cry out in her orgasm, uncaring of who heard her.
Yes, then, she was mine. Even the Prince did not have her like I
did. Even as he came to visit and took her to his bed many nights,
her cries were not like those I produced. He could not make her
scream. He may have been her husband, but I was her lover. I was her
love.
Now, she isn't mine. Time has passed. Generations and generations.
There have been many wars. There has been much death. And we have
been reborn on the same planet. He has her now. The Prince. He has
her, though she does not know any better. She has no memory of our
love. But he does. The Prince remembers. The looks he gives me. He
knows. He knows what we have been, and he knows what I wish for us
to become.
The Princess was once MY lover. Someday, she'll be mine again. But
I will be patient. She will learn to love me again, perhaps.
After all, we both have our mates. We both have our ties. She has
Endymion. Mamoru. And I... I have Michiru. Who has been so good to
me all of these years.
I would never wish to hurt them, but it will one day become
unavoidable.
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forgottenevermoreyahoo.com