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Six weeks is longer than you might think .
It's the first thought that floats across her mind when Michiru drifts awake. There's no telltale glow of sunshine around the window, which means it's probably still the depths of night. Sure enough, when she flicks her gaze to the bedside table, the neon screen of the alarm clock reads 3:04 am.
It's no mystery what roused her, but she remains curled on her side with her eyes fixed on the clock. Before the time has even clicked over to 3:05, there's a rustling of sheets and a frustrated huff behind her. Michiru allows herself a small smirk before turning over to face her partner.
Haruka is lying flat on their back glowering up at the ceiling. Their arms are folded stiffly across their lower abdomen and even in the darkness, Michiru can see the annoyed twitch of their brow.
"Are you in pain?"
Haruka starts. "I didn't know you were awake."
"Hard not to be when you're heaving sighs like that."
Haruka's expression becomes contrite as they turn their head to look at her. "Am I disturbing you? Sorry, I just can't get comfortable."
Michiru shakes her head. "Do you need some pain medicine?"
"It's not really pain, just–ugh–just restlessness. And itching! I don't think I've ever been this itchy in my life ." As if to demonstrate, Haruka lifts the bottom edge of their binder with one hand and gingerly scratches at their sternum with the other.
"Haruka…"
They drop their arms to their sides with another huff. "I know, I know! But it's hard. At least during the day, I can distract myself. But just lying here in the dark–"
"Is that what you need, darling? A distraction?" Michiru props herself up on her elbow and leans forward, letting a suggestive smile spread across her face.
Haruka swallows audibly. "What did you have in mind?"
"Just a little assistance with your restlessness," Michiru replies. Haruka's wide eyes flicker up to meet hers and they slowly nod. Satisfied, Michiru reaches back and picks up her mirror from the bedside table, looking deep into the glass. After a few moments, her reflection fades away and is replaced by an image: innumerable stars twinkling in the night sky, a dark sea churning below. She turns the mirror to face Haruka.
"Look deep into the mirror. Focus all your attention on the scene it shows you."
Haruka obediently fixes their gaze on the mirror and sighs out a slow exhale.
"That's it," Michiru murmurs. "Just keep your eyes fixed on the mirror. The stars twinkling in all their brilliance…the sea rocking gently beneath…the longer you look–the deeper you look, the more relaxed you feel. You can almost feel the breeze on your skin…smell the salt in the air."
Haruka's expression softens gradually, their blinks becoming slower as they look intently up into the mirror. Michiru smiles.
" Very good," she coos. "Looking so deeply into the mirror, feeling so calm, almost as if you were floating in the sea, carried by the waves deeper and deeper into that relaxing, peaceful place."
With every word, Michiru can see the tension draining out of her partner's body as they continue to stare into the mirror. Haruka's eyelids flutter, arms going limp at their sides, breathing slow and deep.
"You feel so calm," Michiru continues, "that you might not even realize how heavy your eyelids have become, how hard it is to keep your eyes open and fixed on that mirror. But that's okay, because even if you can't, you'll still be there, floating under the starry sky until, finally…you drop into that dark sea."
At these words, Haruka's eyes slip shut and their face goes slack. Any remaining tension in their body fades away as they sink even further into the mattress. The glass fades back to normal as Michiru sets it aside and slides her fingers into Haruka's short blonde hair, scratching gently at her partner's scalp.
"You've done so well for me," she whispers, "finding that deep, relaxing place with ease. In fact, you've done so well that I think you deserve a reward."
Haruka's breath hitches, but they otherwise give no response, too deeply entranced to do anything else. Michiru continues her ministrations, playing gently with their hair.
"So, when you awaken, you'll find that your pain and discomfort have faded to the back of your mind, only to be replaced by a low, aching desire.
"You'll find that I'm the only one who can relieve that desire. You don't have to exert yourself–after all, you are recovering. All you have to do is experience the sensations of pleasure that I give to you. Because you know that doing as I say will bring you back towards this deep place; a place where there's no discomfort, just pleasure and eventually…deep, satisfying rest. Do you understand?"
Haruka's lips barely move, as they mumble an assent. "Very good. Now. Floating back up, up, up, just enough to focus on me. Three…two…one…wake."
Haruka slowly opens their eyes and quirks a drowsy smile at Michiru. "Hey there."
"Hey yourself," Michiru echoes. "How are you feeling?"
"I want you," Haruka blurts out, then flushes so deeply that it's visible, even in the dark. "I–I–"
"That can be arranged," Michiru says with a wicked grin before leaning down to seal their lips together.
Haruka's lips part on a sigh and they kiss back with enthusiasm, mouth insistent again Michiru's. They let her lick her way into their mouth and bite at their lip, hands coming up to frame her face. She slides her hand back into Haruka's hair, kissing them long and deep.
Michiru fists Haruka's hair in her hand, illicting a tiny, pleased gasp. She uses her grip to tug Haruka's head back so she can lick a line from their collarbone up to their throat. Haruka moans and Michiru feels the vibration under her tongue like a blow; a blazing firework going off in her core. She yanks Haruka's mouth back down to her own, kissing them with all the force of a stormy sea.
When she finally pulls back to catch her breath, Haruka is watching her with a lazy grin and glazed eyes. "Gods, 'chiru, you're so beautiful."
Michiru smiles and leans back down. She's careful as her fingers trace across the front of their binder. "Is this okay?"
Haruka lets out a strained laugh against her mouth. "I'm not an invalid. Just. Don't stop touching me!"
Michiru hums in agreement, skimming her hands lightly down Haruka's sides, coming to rest at their hips. They twitch under her palms and she chuckles. "Eager, aren't we?"
Haruka lets out a broken sound, only falling silent when Michiru leans down for another kiss. When they finally break apart for air, they're both panting.
"Tell me what you want," Michiru commands.
"Want your fingers inside of me," Haruka says, immediately, gazing up at her with hazy eyes. "Michiru, god…"
Michiru opens her mouth on Haruka's throat and whatever else they might have been about to say dissolves into garbled moans. Her right hand skates across their stomach and she feels them shiver as her fingertips brush the waistband of their boxers.
" Please ."
She so loves it when Haruka begs. Obligingly, she slips her hand into their boxers, letting her fingers graze over the soft skin where their thigh meets their body. Haruka twitches under her palm, legs falling open, a wordless plea.
Michiru slides her hand down further, sliding a single finger delicately over their slit. Haruka makes a punched-out noise and bucks their hips.
" Please, 'chiru , please, please, please ."
She dips two fingers between their lips and slides them down through the gathered wetness, pressing teasingly at their opening. Haruka shudders, their arm curling around Michiru and tugging her tight against their side. She slides her fingers back up and circles Haruka's clit. They whine, hips jerking restlessly against Michiru's hand, one arm a band around Michiru's shoulders and the other at their side, fisted in the sheets. They're gorgeous to behold.
"Michiru," Haruka pants, "I need you inside of me, please ."
Finally, Michiru relents, pressing two fingers deep inside with one swift stroke. Haruka's eyes go wide in surprise and their mouth falls open on a gasp. Michiru feels their body tighten around her as they automatically start rolling their hips against her hand. She twists her wrist so she has a better angle and then drags her fingers back excruciatingly slowly before shoving them in even deeper, curling to press against their inner walls.
Haruka groans and rocks down on Michiru's hand, eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open, tiny uh, uh, uh s falling from their lips with every thrust. There's a thin sheen of sweat glistening on their forehead and their hair keeps falling into their eyes, but Haruka doesn't even seem to notice, too intent on chasing down the pleasure.
"So close…" they moan, turning their face into Michiru's chest. "I–I'm gonna–"
Michiru thrusts her fingers in deep and smears her thumb across Haruka's clit, leaning down to whisper in their ear; "Do it."
Haruka's orgasm hits them like a crashing wave and they cry out, grinding against her hand as they fly apart. Michiru holds them tight to her breast as they shake though the aftershocks, then gently slips her fingers free. For a few moments, they hold each other in the darkness, listening to each other breathe.
Sooo...did that help at all?" Michiru asks with faux-innocence. Haruka starts to laugh, their arm sliding down and tightening affectionately around her waist even as they roll their eyes.
"Maybe just a little bit."