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A/N: This story is coauthored by Vanessa Riverton. We of the Smexx Quintet would like to offer you the story of the 5th Outer Senshi. Please keep all loose articles secure and remain seated.

Chapter 1

"It's too early, Ruka."

"It's never too early, Michi..." The short haired blonde, who was currently tracing circles on her girlfriend's arm, smirked gently before placing a gentle kiss on her lover's lips. The aqua haired woman giggled as they broke apart.

"Ruka, c'mon, Sets and Hota are still in! Can't you at least wait one hour?" Michiru looked at her beloved blonde before sitting up in the bed.

Haruka sighed heavily. "Hai... I guess I could wait one hour."

"Exactly, patience is a virtue, Haruka." Michiru swung her legs over the edge of the bed and yawned before stretching languidly. The blonde cocked an eyebrow and found herself completely mesmerized by the other woman's every movement.

"I'm not exactly virtuous, now, am I Michi?" Before the aqua-haired woman could voice her surely witty response, she found her blonde lover pouncing over to her side of the bed and kissing her passionately.

Lips tingled, breath became short, and soon both lovers found they had to pull apart once more. Michiru blushed as her lover smirked. Without another word, the blonde kissed her partner, this time more gently, and coaxed her into lying back onto the bed, her legs still hanging over the side. As her back made contact with the bed sheets once more, she tried to sit up but found her lover had pressed her weight into her; their hips grinding against each other.

"Ruk-AH GOD!" Michiru's eyes fluttered open and closed as the tomboy blonde began biting and sucking at her pulse-point, every single action gaining a moan from the aqua-haired woman's throat.

The blonde moved up and claimed the other woman's lips as her own once more.

"Mi...chi..." The words were barely spoken as a whisper and the mere vibration of her lover saying the name on her neck caused Michiru to shudder. She grabbed her blonde-haired lover by the shoulders and kissed with as much force as her body could muster.

"You will be the end of me Haruka Tenoh."

"You love it." The blonde slowly made her way down her girlfriend's body, placing kisses on every piece of her delicious skin as she slowly made her way to her destination.

"I got the mail!" Hotaru announced as she entered the kitchen. She looked around and noticed two people were missing. "Where is Ruka-papa and Michiru-mama?"

Setsuna opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a ruckus from above. "Remember when we used to think it was a daemon attacking their bedroom?"

Hotaru shuddered at the memory before nodding slowly.

Setsuna lifted up the pitcher of orange juice and got a tumbler. "Juice, Hota-chan?"

The now mature teenage girl looked at the juice and shook her head. "Nah, can I try the coffee, please Setsa-mama?"

The green haired woman frowned at her younger companion. "Are you sure, Taru?"

"OH GOD YES!"

There was a moment of silence after the second outburst from upstairs; Setsuna sighed and picked up the coffee and began pouring it into a mug near her. "Well, if Michiru-mama seems to think so..." Setsuna deadpanned as Hotaru snickered. Setsuna finally handed the mug of coffee to Hotaru. They silently sipped their coffee as they heard banging and creaking from directly above them.

"So... Hota... got the mail huh?" The dark haired girl nodded and took the envelopes and paper from the table and handed them to the green-haired woman. Setsuna placed her mug on the kitchen side and began flipping through her mail.

"Junk, junk, bill, junk... it's all a waste of time to read. Throw them in the trash for me, Hime-chan." Hotaru took the envelopes of Setsuna's and threw them in the kitchen trashcan. Setsuna allowed her eyes to run over the paper she now held in her hands. She casually opened up the paper to the third page and took a sip of coffee as she began to read.

Almost instantly the coffee was spat out to the side and Setsuna stared wide-eyed at her paper.

"What the –"

"FUCK!" Michiru's interruption was loud and clear but seemed to not faze either of the two women in the kitchen. Setsuna's eyes became clouded as she held the newspaper intently in front of her.

"Setsuna-mama, is everything okay?"

Setsuna tore her gaze from the paper, but she didn't look at the dark haired girl beside her. Instead she stumbled back to the kitchen counter top and held onto the surface to steady herself. Hotaru rushed to her and took the paper from her, placing it on the side.

"Sets? Are you okay?" Hotaru placed her hand to Setsuna's forehead. The woman turned around, avoiding any contact with Hotaru. She took a shaky breath in before speaking to the young senshi.

"I... I'm a dwarf, Hotaru."

Hotaru laughed on first instinct but immediately stopped herself as she saw Setsuna turn around, her eyes full with blazing emotions. Hotaru composed herself and looked confused.

"Sets, I don't understand. You're not a dwarf at all. You're really tall!"

Setsuna shook her head and put the paper in front of Hotaru, then covered her mouth with her hand, seemingly calming herself. Hotaru looked over the paper in front of her; it was at the Science section.

Her violet eyes widened as she read the paper. She instantly looked to Setsuna. "Sets, it doesn't make you any less of a senshi."

Setsuna turned on the spot, eyes burning with intensity. "Oh no?! It doesn't, eh? What about this-this Eris then, huh?! This Eris is apparently more of a planet than I'll ever be."

Michiru's back arched as she felt her blonde lover's tongue working its magic on her delicate centre. "Oh God, Haruka, you – Oh God!" The blonde continued her oral assault on her lover. Michiru's fists clenched as she grabbed the sheets, and after a moment she released them, instead opting for handfuls of her blonde lover's hair. Haruka grunted at the force but it only served as an incentive for Haruka to bring her lover to her climax. Her tongue applied more pressure against Michiru's wet core, causing the aqua-haired goddess to groan in pleasure and to run a hand through her own hair. She licked her lips as her breaths became more shallow.

"Oh God, Ruka, I'm gonna come any second now!"

Haruka kept her mouth firmly where it was, intent on bringing her lover to the ultimate destination.

"Oh God Haruka-"

"HARUKA-PAPA!" The wailing of Hotaru made its way into the room as the dark-haired girl opened the door, eyes closed, tears streaming down the side. Michiru shoved her more modestly dressed lover back as she instantly smoothed out her slip and darted under the covers in an attempt to be more decent.

"Jesus Christ, Hota, what is it?" Haruka didn't mean to sound angry but in her defence, the sacred art of love making had been interrupted!

"It's Pluto!" The two senshi immediately became more alert. Pluto was their comrade. Haruka approached her daughter, wearing nothing but her wife-beater and boxers still.

"What is it, Hota?"

Hotaru wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. The newspaper was still in her hand. "She was fine at first, really calm... it took a few moments for it to hit her... but she's lost it Haruka-papa! Please help her!" Before Haruka could voice a question, Setsuna practically flew into the room, henshin stick in hand.

"WHY WON'T IT WORK?! GODDAMMIT!" Setsuna threw her hands up into the air, henshin stick at the highest point it could reach.

"PLUTO PLANET POWER MAKE-UP!" The stick glowed brightly before fizzling out, complete with a 'pfft' sound. Setsuna brought the stick back down, her bottom lip began to tremble. Instantly Haruka rushed to her – she was worried about the uncharacteristic outburst.

"Sets, what's wrong?"

"I-I-I..." Setsuna began to tremble as tears filled her eyes. Michiru looked at the paper in Hotaru's hand. She gently took it from her and began reading the page to which it was opened. Haruka took Setsuna in her arms and began to calm her.

"Shh, Sets, it's okay, take your time." Haruka turned to her lover and scowled. "Michi, now is not the time to be reading the paper!" Michiru ignored her lover and held up the paper, showing the contents of the front page of the Science section.

'PLUTO NO LONGER A PLANET – DEMOTION TO DWARF'

Haruka's jaw slackened and she let go of Setsuna. Shock. That was what she felt. The tomboy was drawn to the paper. She took it and read it. She looked over to Michiru and mouthed 'Eris?' to her. The aqua-haired maiden shrugged but turned her attention to Setsuna, who was now cradling her henshin stick and muttering.

"Stupid earth people... demote me? I'll freaking stop time!... Once my henshin works... If my henshin works!" The green haired woman began sniffling as her words took their toll. Michiru jumped up from the bed and enveloped the time senshi into a hug.

"It's okay, Sets... look, if this is true... and Pluto is no longer a planet then wouldn't Usagi have known? Or the inners? Look, come on, calm down. Sit down. Ruka, call up her work, tell them she's ill."

The blonde nodded but Sets stood up.

"NO! I need to go in today. It's my showcase." She paused and shook her head. "Oh, Jesus Christ, what is going on with me today? Does this mean my henshin will never work? My powers? Am I no longer a senshi?!" Michiru grabbed Setsuna by the shoulders and spoke in the most firm voice she could muster.

"Setsuna Meioh, you listen to me, you are still a senshi. You have always been. Nothing can change that. But, we do need to talk to Usagi and see if we can figure this out." Michiru ended her sentence with a more positive smile.

Setsuna took a deep breath and exhaled; she nodded slowly. "Do you think you guys could talk to the others while I do this at work then? Maybe the distraction would do me good. I kinda went crazy back there." Setsuna smiled sheepishly.

Michiru smiled reassuringly and spoke, "Consider it done. Be careful at work okay? This could provide a great distraction for any enemies that know of us, Sets."

The green haired woman smiled. "Hai, I will. I had better go and re-do my face. All that crazyness kind of threw me off track. Ja ne." Setsuna left the room, smiling to her family. Haruka smiled but then looked confused.

"Ironic isn't it? She guards the Gates of Time and knows the future yet she didn't see this one coming." A pillow, courtesy of Hotaru, flew to the back of the tomboy's head.

"Thank you, Hime."

"No problem, Michiru-mama."

"Excuse me, Meioh-san?"

I should send those imbeciles at NASA back through time.

"Ahem, Meioh-san?"

The medieval era sounds good. Or maybe even the stone age. Call my planet a dwarf, will they.

"Meioh-san!"

"What? Can't you see I'm working?" Setsuna growled at the young intern, then began barking orders at the other staff members who were scurrying to and fro. "Takeru! Can we get some make-up on these girls, please?" she demanded. "Where's Ryu? We need to start in 15 minutes and that damn photographer isn't even here yet!" she shouted while she sewed the final touches on the outfit a model was wearing.

"Meioh-san," the intern cautiously persisted.

"Dammit, what is it?" the fashion designer said agitated.

"You fired Sato-san after the last showcase, remember?"

Setsuna whirled around. "What? So we have no photographer to replace Ryu? Call the agency! We need a photographer asap!"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Meioh-san. The new photographer is here."

Setsuna sent the model away and said to the intern, "Why didn't you say so in the first place? Speak up! Hurry and get everything set up then so we can get this thing started!"

"Hai!" the intern said hurriedly and rushed towards the set.

Setsuna strolled over to the water cooler and poured herself a cup. She looked into the cup, wishing it was something more along the lines of sake, and tipped the cup back, taking huge gulps to quench her thirst. When she brought the cup back down, she was startled to find a pair of gray eyes staring back at her beneath dark green bangs. "May I help you?" she asked.

"Kiyoshi Natsume. I'm the new photographer," the stranger introduced himself in a rich voice that sent tingles through Setsuna's body. "I just need you to sign the paperwork before I can do anything. Agency policy."

The time senshi looked at the new arrival curiously. He was sharply dressed in black and wore a tie of blue and silver. His dark green hair was styled much like her dear friend, Haruka, and his gray eyes were dark and stormy. Lastly, his expressionless, almost cold, face was tanned. She couldn't remember the last time she was ever attracted to a man, but this one was definitely in her top five. Setsuna cleared the thoughts from her head and got herself back into focus. "Well let's have them. Why are you late?"

Kiyoshi handed Setsuna a few forms and said, "There was a disturbance on the way here."

Setsuna looked at Kiyoshi with uncertainty, but continued signing the forms. "Disturbance, huh? What kind of disturbance? You make it sound like there was a monster attacking the city. Is Godzilla back?"

The photographer ignored Setsuna and took the forms back from her, placing them inside his portfolio. He walked away towards the set without saying another word and began instructing the staff where to place the lighting. Setsuna watched him pensively and wondered exactly how long had it been since she felt so attracted to a man. Suddenly Kiyoshi turned and caught her stare. He sent her a look of shifty eyebrows and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She quickly looked away and turned her attention back to the models and a thought occurred to her. Perhaps she should model some of her designs as well and give young Kiyoshi something to really photograph besides these skinny little prima donnas.

The lights dimmed and soon the models began their train down the catwalk as house music pulsed through the studio. Setsuna came out wearing one of her street fashion designs and spotted Kiyoshi adamantly taking photographs. Kiyoshi looked up from his camera and an amused smirk appeared on his lips. He winked at her and took shot after shot of her till she disappeared backstage to change into other outfits. This was truly turning out to be a pleasant distraction from the earlier morning's breaking news.

At the end of the showcase, the studio was cleared and Setsuna found Kiyoshi leaning over his laptop, reviewing the shots he had taken. Oh my, his ass is fine! she thought lustfully. She approached him and peered over his shoulder to view the shots as well.

"Don't do that," he spoke calmly.

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't hover over my shoulder. It annoys me to no end. Just stand to the side, will you?"

Setsuna was taken aback by Kiyoshi's frankness, but she complied and stood beside him. She watched as he quietly went through the process of selecting the best shots to be used in the magazine.

"Ah, that's a good shot!" Setsuna commented, pointing out one of the models.

"Her pose is awful," the photographer simply stated.

The green-haired woman stared at Kiyoshi incredulously, but he ignored her and continued clicking away at the screen.

"You don't say much, do you, Natsume-san?" she said after a long silence.

Kiyoshi stood up straight and Setsuna realized they were of the same height. His gray eyes stared into her garnet ones, then slowly moved down, taking in her figure from top to bottom, then back up. A delightful chill ran through Setsuna.

"Kiyoshi will do just fine, Meioh-san. Now if you could just show me where the dark room is, I'd like to make some enlargements."

"Of course, Natsu-, I mean, Kiyoshi. Please follow me."

Kiyoshi grabbed a couple rolls of film that were sitting beside his laptop and followed the designer out of the studio. They passed through several hallways before arriving at the photo lab. Setsuna scanned her card to unlock the door and they went inside.

"Have you received your access card yet?" Setsuna asked as she turned on the lights.

"Hai," Kiyoshi replied.

"Good. So you should find everything you need on that shelf over there and the chemicals are under the sink. The phone is here by the door, so if you need anything just give me a call, or you can dial 0 for the receptionist."

Kiyoshi gave Setsuna one last look, then went to the shelf and began selecting the items he needed.

"Oh, one more thing."

Kiyoshi turned to Setsuna attentively.

"When you go inside the dark room, don't forget to turn on the signal light that lets people on the outside know you're working in there."

"Arigatou, Meioh-san," Kiyoshi said and resumed collecting his supplies.

Setsuna returned to her office and moved the mouse to send the screensaver away on her computer. Cloth samples were scattered all over her desk, but she paid them no attention. She moved the pointer over to the internet icon and clicked. On the homepage was a news headline about Pluto no longer being categorized as a planet, but a dwarf planet. It made Setsuna groan in annoyance and she pulled out her henshin stick. "Damn you, NASA," she grumbled. "Screw the time continuum. I'll send you back to the Jurassic period and have you running from dinosaurs."

Suddenly her email icon began bouncing. Setsuna clicked on it and the email opened up. It was a message sent out to all the staff members alerting them to take caution when heading home due to an incident that occurred earlier. Apparently there had been quite a disturbance as police tried to apprehend an escaped criminal, known only as ISC. "Oh, you earth people are so incompetent," she said and closed the email.

An hour later, Setsuna returned to the photo lab to check on Kiyoshi. His sleeves were rolled up and he was examining a print he made of his film strips on the light table. She noticed certain frames were circled while others were crossed out.

"How'd they turn out, Kiyoshi?" she asked.

He turned to her and handed her the loupe. "See for yourself," he said.

Setsuna placed the loupe over the print and peered down. She was pleased to see shots of her, but as she moved the loupe around, she was appalled. "What the hell?" She moved the loupe over to the other frames and couldn't believe her eyes. "I look fat in these shots! Don't you know how to compose your shots well?"

Kiyoshi remained silent, but a smile was creeping up on his lips.

Setsuna's eyes grew wide when she saw the last few frames. "You took shots of me dressing!?"

The photographer snatched his mark-up and disappeared into the black revolving doors going into the dark room. Setsuna quickly went after him fuming. The smell of the chemicals filled her nose as she came out on the other side of the revolving doors. "Kiyoshi! Where are you?" she demanded. She held her hands out in front of her as her eyes adjusted to the dim light and stumbled her way around till she felt two hands grasping her waist. Soft lips suddenly met hers and soon she was lifted off the ground and placed on top of a counter.

The red light on the outside went on.

Setsuna leaned her head back as Kiyoshi's fervent kisses came down to her neck. She gasped as she felt him sucking on her delicate flesh and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Kiyoshi," she cried softly. Kiyoshi's hands slipped their way underneath Setsuna's blouse. His touch was surprisingly soft and gentle for a man, but she preferred it that way anyway. She felt her bra being unclasped and moaned when a hand cupped her breast. Kiyoshi's other hand came out and began moving up Setsuna's thigh and into her skirt. She opened her legs wider as he reached the damp lacy garment within and bit her lip when she felt his fingers skilfully working her hardening clit. Setsuna tugged on Kiyoshi's collar, hungry for more of his lips. He pressed his mouth against hers and their tongues met. The woman loosened Kiyoshi's tie and threw it aside before she began unbuttoning Kiyoshi's shirt. She only got down to the third button when Kiyoshi grabbed her hands and held them behind her. His grip was startlingly tight, but his dominance only turned Setsuna on even more. A light whimper escaped her lips and she began grinding her hips against Kiyoshi, yearning to feel him where she was the most heated. Kiyoshi smiled and drew Setsuna's body up to his.

"Wait, do you have a condom?" Setsuna asked and prayed to Kami he'd say yes.

For a few moments Kiyoshi didn't say anything, then he said, "Don't worry, I got it covered," he answered in a low silky voice.

"Oh, you come prepared."

Kiyoshi laughed lightly. "Yeah, sure." His hands went back up Setsuna's skirt and she felt her panties being removed. The troublesome piece of clothing was discarded, then Setsuna reached down for Kiyoshi's pants. She undid his belt and began unzipping his pants when he began lowering himself out of her reach.

"What are you doing?" the green-haired woman asked slightly puzzled.

"Going down on you," he stated matter-of-factly. "I love going down on a woman."

Setsuna was not one to complain about that, so she let him proceed down her body. With her legs over his shoulders, she pulled her skirt up for Kiyoshi, revealing her wet lower lips. She trembled as Kiyoshi's tongue slowly lapped up the juices from her sex. Her toes curled up with every flick of his tongue as his movements began to quicken. Soon she was becoming short of breath and her hands reached for the mass of dark green hair.

"Oh God, Kiyoshi! Yes! Like that!" Setsuna cried out. "Fuck, you feel so good! Oh fuck!"

"You okay, Kiyo?" the girl said.

Kiyoshi nodded vigorously. "Mmhm, I'm okay. You feel so good."

The girl kissed Kiyoshi's lips and continued pleasuring Kiyoshi with her fingers.

Suddenly Kiyoshi cried out, "Oh God, it hurts!"

"It's okay, Kiyo, it's normal," the girl said comfortingly.

"Oh fuck!" Kiyoshi began thrashing about. Her hands went straight to her head, where a strange glowing symbol began to appear on her forehead. It went unnoticed amidst the lovemaking that was currently going on. "Ahhhhhhh!"

"Feels really nice doesn't it, Kiyo? That's what happens when you come."

Kiyoshi's tongue dove deeper inside Setsuna, earning a shudder that he felt rippling through her body.

"No! Don't! I don't want to come yet," she pleaded.

Kiyoshi looked up at Setsuna and withdrew his tongue.

"Don't completely stop either," she whined.

"You're one bossy little bitch, aren't you?" Kiyoshi half growled. "Get the fuck out, bitch," he said and stood up.

"Excuse me?"

"I said get the fuck out, bitch."

"You fucking ass—"

Immediately her words were cut off by Kiyoshi's mouth on hers and her nails dug into his shoulders as his fingers slipped inside her.

"Oh, fuck me you dirty bastard!" she cried into his ear.

Kiyoshi didn't need to be told twice. He drove his fingers into Setsuna and brought the woman over the edge within minutes. The woman let out one final intense cry before her body went limp and she leaned back against the wall, trying to catch her breath.

Stepping back from her, Kiyoshi picked up his tie from the floor and began fixing his clothes. He then picked up Setsuna's underwear and said, "I'm keeping this. Now get the fuck out. You'll have the photos and everything on your desk tomorrow morning."