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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Bishoujo_Senshi_Sailor_Moon_|_Pretty_Guardian_Sailor_Moon
  Relationship:
      Hino_Rei/Tsukino_Usagi
  Character:
      Inner_Senshi, Kaiou_Michiru
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Fantasy, Masturbation
  Series:
      Part 1 of Happily_Never_After
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-09 Chapters: 1/? Words: 4691
****** What Happened to Happily Ever After? ******
by Just_a_writer
Summary
     With Usagi's wedding coming up, Rei is coming undone. She can't bring
     herself to tell anyone, and it's eating her up inside. The only thing
     she can do now is fantasize.
Notes
     Now. This is just a first part of something I had planned on working
     on in the past. HOWEVER, when I put it up on another site, and no one
     gave any kind of reply, I stopped writing it. Want more? Then give
     some kind of review or reply to the work. I'm not writing these for
     myself. Oh. And this I my first post here in the archive.
Even though the evening air outside would nip at one’s skin if given half a
chance, Hino Rei, a Miko of this particular Hikawa shrine, was drenched in hot,
still dripping sweat. The fire she knelt before roared and licked at the air,
now and then risking a fleeting touch of the dark haired girl who was so
tantalizingly close yet always just out of reach, her violet eyes locked in
their depths. Rei’s breathing started as calm and controlled, hoping a quick
meditation would help center herself before the upcoming meeting with the rest
of the senshi there at the shrine. However, it didn’t work out that way. The
more she fought for control of her emotions, the more they slipped away from
her, writhing from her grasp until she was heavily drawing for breath through
clenched teeth; the hissing sound made growing louder and louder in unison with
her fury, mentally screaming, “It’s not fair…. It’s not fair…. It’s not FAIR….
It’s NOT FAIR… IT’s NOT FAIR!!!”
While that particular set of words had become a mantra for her, she daren’t
speak them out loud, lest she end up bellowing at the height of her voice,
which would have resulted in the need for an explanation, at the very least,
and this was something she knew she would never be able to reveal. This
particular secret she would carry with her, just as she did the torch for whom
the secret would betray.
Rei had worked herself up into frenzy by this point, her fists clenched tight
enough to leave half-moon marks in the soft flesh of her palms. She desperately
yearned for something, anything, to turn and assail, not only to dissipate the
rage that boiled up at this thought that more and more frequently invaded her
consciousness, but just to make something feel as bad as she did.
A voice suddenly broke her stare from the flames, bringing her at least
partially back to reality, the stinging of the sweat that rolled into her eyes,
previously unnoticed, helped finish the task. “..em…” was all she had caught
from the verbalization, as it had been soft and considerate as whoever it was
knew when she was in that particular space, distractive voices are to be kept
to a minimum.
“What?” she called back, a little sharper than she had wanted to, but
thankfully the voice of her grandfather showed no notice of her question’s
barb.
“Your pretty friends are here… if you want, you can stay in there, and I can
entertain them for you?” The sound of Grandpa-Hino’s voice was hopeful, as if
maybe one of these days something may just happen, and Rei would tell him
‘Yes’. It was bad enough now, with the Senshi using this as their meeting spot;
the old lech hardly knew what to do with himself, being around so many
beautiful young ladies. Rei rolled her eyes and sighed to herself, the slight
humor helping to fight off the ill of her mood.
“No, Grandpa, I think I can handle it.” Rei responded as she wiped her face
with a simple cloth she’d brought with her, and then tossed into the flames as
sort of an offering of her own body, in exchange for their guidance. Getting to
her feet, she was surprised to find them a tad on the wobbly side; after all,
she hadn’t thought she’d been in there for more than a few minutes. She had
expected the need to squint to avoid the setting sun’s last rays from over-
enthusiastically greeting her eyes, but, as soon as she slid the door open to
the outside world, the icy chill of the night surged through her sweat-soaked
clothes, its frigid fingers violating her body. Both arms shot up out of reflex
to pull close to her, though that only made things worse by pressing her wet
Miko robes against her. As her teeth began to chatter, she turned to head
towards her room, planning on finding something warm to put on when a voice
sounded from beside her.
“I knew you were hot and all, but now you’re smokin’!” It was Minako, and her
pale finger was pointing to the space above Rei’s head. A glance up by the Mars
Senshi and she would see that the hot water from her sweat-covered form in the
cold night air caused the upper half of her body to let off vapor that likened
to be smoke, much like what happens when it’s cold enough to make one’s breath
appear.
“I’m not smoking, I’m freezing!” Rei answered as her teeth clattered together
“Well here, I thought you might need this,” Minako held up one of Rei’s coats,
which was undoubtedly hanging near the meeting place. “Here, help you get it
on.” The blonde held open the coat for Rei to slip into and pull tightly shut
around her.
“Oh, thank you. Last thing I need is to get a cold...think I better go get
changed.” The two started walking for the Rei’s room, Minako putting her arm
around the other girl and rubbing her far shoulder with that hand as the other
mirrored the motion on the closest arm, a way for Minako to help fight back the
chill of the night, even if just a bit.
Now dressed in more casual attire, Rei walked the short distance to the ‘war
room’, hurrying along to see just what had reared its ugly head and needed to
be stomped flat. Just the thought of getting back into battle had begun to make
Rei feel better, more like herself; ever since Usagi had managed to reach
Galaxia and bring them all back, this idle time had started to get to her. The
tedious, repetitive tasks of the shrine were not enough to keep her mind off
the topic it so longed to think about: the savior of her, and all the senshi’s
lives, Tsukino Usagi. Rei shoved her hands into her pockets of her coat, and
now instead of her Miko robes, she was dressed more for her age: a pair of
jeans under a plain-red t-shirt that was covered by her thick, puffy sleeved
white jacket. It had always made her feel a little self-conscience that even in
an attempt to dress down, it was clear the garments were all name brand and on
the expensive side. It’s something that the other Senshi had come to accept as
part of Rei: her father’s large bank account was often times the only part of
him Rei had interaction with when a care package or two would show up,
unannounced. What teenage girl was going to turn down free clothes? Besides,
she would always have shared them if they would ask… just no one ever asked,
well, besides Minako.
Now that she could focus her attention on battle strategy and who or what was
going to be torched to cinders, Rei would have a much easier time dealing with
the next few days. Sliding open the door to the meeting area, she got a glance
of the majority of the Senshi sitting around the table. As she entered, a
number of greetings were issued to her, with the loudest coming from Makoto who
sat up right from having been leaning against the table, “Good. Rei’s here, we
can FINALLY decide!”
“Decide what?” Rei asked as she took her place, her hands set atop the table,
noticing rather quickly that Usagi wasn’t there. Then again, she normally came
bursting in late, rambling off a quick apology. A bit of nostalgia suddenly
struck her as she sat down and touched the worn wooden surface of the table.
How many heated discussions had been had over that simple piece of furniture?
That table had literally heard the planning of the saving of the world on
numerous occasions, and been silent witness both the relentless, selfless valor
of the senshi as they conquered their foes as well as their lowest, morale
shattering silent vigils as they licked their wounds and mourned. It saw
heartwarming displays of camaraderie more than once but was also the convenient
surface for the hair pulling, face slapping catfights that sometimes would
result when no one would back down. She was glad it couldn’t talk, or they may
have to have had a bon fire.
“You’re the deciding vote, Rei-chan,” Minako spoke up next, sitting down
opposite Rei, and setting her chin on her folded hands, one of her practiced
‘idol poses’ she hoped would one day be used to wow the world. “_I_ say we
order pizza, THEY,” a finger was cast to the other side of the room, a natural
divide had emerged among those in favor of Mina’s choice and the others who
were holding out for something else, “THEY,” she repeated for effect, “Want
Chinese. What do YOU say, Rei- Chan?” she glanced over to the Miko again; brows
raised a bit in silent wonder of her vote.
“And I’m fine with whatever. You know I’ll eat anything.” Makoto spoke up with
a bit of a self-depreciating smile, partly because it was more or less true,
but mostly because she saw the look that suddenly crossed Rei’s face.
Rei stared almost coldly at the others… that was it? That’s what this big
meeting was about? What to have for dinner? Had they fallen so far since
Galaxia was restored that their only threat was to a take-out menu? The fire-
senshi glanced around at all of those who were here; Usagi still not having
shown up, but neither did Haruka, and Setsuna was her standard no-show, though
she had an excuse. Rei suddenly stood up, looking all of them over with a gaze
that began as simple confusion but ended in complete revulsion, before turning
her body and leaving without a word, sliding the door open and leaving it stay
that way behind her. She didn’t head back for the shrine, nor her room, just
off into the cold without a thought as to where or why; she just knew she
needed out of there. Mina quickly followed after, but the rest were left to sit
there in dumbstruck silence looking at one another and wondering if they’d done
something wrong.
That wasn’t life. Not as she knew it.
Maybe that’s the real trick to being a senshi: The war inevitably ends, but
what does the soldier do when she has no more battles to fight?
How does a warrior lay down their arms and return to the ‘real world’ that
they’ve been so busy protecting, it has passed them by?
But what bothered her most. How does one wash enough blood off her hands that
she’ll finally feel worthy enough to feel love instead of continuing to seek
battle?
 
It’d been a couple of days since Rei’s odd behavior had ended the Senshi’s
dinner meeting, which had NOT just been all about what to eat, but they had
intended to discuss Usagi’s upcoming nuptials. It may have been better for Rei
that she’d stormed out the way she did instead of sitting to listen in on that,
since it would have undoubtedly just put more stress and strain on the already
mentally-overburdened Fire-Senshi.
It was now Monday, and Rei lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling and listening
to the faint sound of the wind as it picked up and blew outside. A sudden chill
made her wish she were covered by sheets and blankets that’d been carelessly
thrown off in the night, leaving her clad in just an oversized T-shirt that
reached down almost to her knee. As she lay there, not having a single thing to
do that day, the shrine would have more Miko there since a lot of the local
girls like to do that over their school breaks for class credit, Rei began to
think about the other Senshi and what they would be doing. Most of them have
their own passions and diversions to keep themselves occupied, except, it
seemed, for her.
She knew that with the new science exhibit in town, Ami would be first in line
to get in, and with the holiday season being there a couple of weeks, no doubt
most of the inners would be out at the malls, shopping for the Christmas gifts
as well as presents for Usagi’s wedding.
Usagi… Rei let out a deep sigh. She knew the wedding was going to be coming up
much sooner than part of her wanted. It wouldn’t matter if it had been set for
200 years later, it would still be too soon for part of her. But another facet
of her was glad the wedding was going to happen soon so they could just stick
the knife in quick, twist it, and get it over with instead waiting; slowly
making shallow cut after shallow cut in her heart . As Rei pouted in her bed,
kicking her feet on her mattress in a quick mini-tantrum of frustration, her
phone began to ring. A quick check of the caller ID listed ‘Kaioh, M’ as the
person calling and Rei was genuinely surprised by this. Why would Michiru be
calling her of all people?
“Um, hello?” the half-awake Miko asked carefully into the receiver that had
been placed against her ear, hair flipped half-hazardly out of the way.
“Ah, Rei-chan, good morning… Forgive me if I phoned too early, I had no desire
to awaken you.” Michi’s smooth sophisticated tone flowed through the phone
line, soft and serene as the gentle ocean waves her rolling tresses took their
color from. Rei could picture her already, no need to get out of bed earlier
than anyone, but still able to get every single hair perfectly in place;
putting on just the right combination of cosmetics that it looks as if she
weren’t wearing any make up at all. However, the Miko’s mind, as it often loved
to do, began to compare her to Usagi. How one senshi could be so refined and
cultured she could have just stepped off the plane from Milan while their
leader sometimes looks as if she just dragged herself out of bed and made a
last minute dash to beat the clock to get to her destination… usually since
that’s exactly what happened. The thought of this caused Rei to smile to
herself, picturing Usagi freaking out at the time and leaping out of bed, only
to step on some ill-placed trinket and fall backwards onto the mattress, arms
and legs flailing.
Unfortunately, she’d been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she’d
forgotten completely about Michiru who, not hearing any feedback to her
statements, figured out that Rei had checked out. She waited patiently, not
calling for the younger girl, nor clearing her throat, but gave Rei the time
she needed to pull herself out of her reverie with the embarrassing statement,
“I’m sorry, I kinda zoned there a bit.”
“Completely understandable,” Michi answered with, though Rei could have told
her she had to run to catch an intruding kiwi-bird that kicked down the door to
her room in hot pursuit of the ghost of Andre the Giant, and Michi wouldn’t
have said any more about it, that was Rei’s business. “You must forgive me.
It’s in rather poor taste for me to call you out of the blue; made worse by the
fact I don’t phone you that often, just so I can ask you a very big favor. You
must feel completely free to say no, with no hard feelings, as I have no desire
to burden you with anything; but do you have any plans for the next couple of
weeks, Rei-chan?” Michi preferred to call the Senshi as such to show her
endearment to them, as she wanted to picture them to be a big family of
sisters, or perhaps… cousins?
“Um…” Rei thought quickly, not wanting to seem like she had no life, and sat
up, picking up the nearest book she could find and starting to thumb through
the pages a little loudly, saying, “I’m checking my schedule, one sec.” She
looked down at the pages of a pop culture magazine, and at the face of the idol
they were interviewing that week, “Nothing I couldn’t cancel if I had to, why
do you ask?”
“Wonderful! As you may have known, Haruka and I have been planning on using the
tour of my musical troupe as a vacation.” Rei caught immediately that Michiru
hadn’t used a suffix for Haruka’s name, showing either a great deal of
familiarity…. Or contempt; and she could guess which one it was.
“Unfortunately…” A loud sigh is heard from the sea-princess, “Hotaru-chan will
be unable to go with us… the pace is simply too grueling, and some of our stops
do not have a trauma center, only regular hospitals… if she were, gods forbid,
to needing something they wouldn’t have…” the sound of Michiru’s voice had
turned from the sighing, slow tones of deep sorrow to the tightness of fear,
she thinking of a million horrible accidents or problems that would lead them
to seek help that wasn’t there. A quick clearing of her throat restored her
normal, melodic speaking voice, “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to
our little girl…do you think, maybe, if it would not be so much trouble, that
you might be able to keep her company? I’m sure she’d be willing to help out
around the shrine if you’d like to put her to work. Or, if your duties permit,
you may come here and stay if you’d like.”
Rei thought about this for a moment, looking down at the magazine as she
pondered the pros and cons of having the child over to the shrine, her home, or
going over to the Outer’s apartment to “watch” Hotaru. The Miko knew that the
younger was a very obedient girl, so she would not be running amok, and though
they might not have much to talk about after a bit, she figured at least she
could keep her mind off Usagi. It wouldn’t be TOO bad. It was someone to keep
her company, but if she needed time alone it would be easy to park Hotaru down
with an interesting book and she’d entertain herself for a while.
“Ummm… I guess it’d be okay, Michiru-san.” The fire-senshi hadn’t spoken to the
outers over the phone before, so she didn’t know exactly how to address them
when using their names in such a one-on-one situation, so she went with what
would be safe as Michiru was her elder and she wanted to show her respect.
A soft, but not mocking, moment of laughter was heard on the other end of the
receiver, “Rei-chan, there’s no need to use that with me… or with Haruka. Or
even Setsuna-Chan. We’ve known each other for some time, fought battles
together… it’s okay to think of us as equals, even if we’re a bit older. But
thank you for accepting to take care of our little girl for us, we’ll get
together later to discuss the details, say over dinner tonight? Do you know
where the Italian restaurant is, down by the concert hall?” she allowed Rei to
answer that she did before continuing, “Splendid. I made us a reservation for
seven this evening, and we’ll get everything worked out. Don’t eat too heavy a
lunch, and we’ll see you tonight! Thanks again, Rei-chan.”
“Um… sure, yeah, no problem…” she wasn’t even completely sure what she’d gotten
herself into, but she had to do SOMETHING. This business with Usagi and the
wedding was driving her insane, unfortunately for her it was getting to be a
shorter and shorter drive every day.
Rei hung up the phone and let out a deep sigh, looking up at the ceiling and
debated just what she was going to do when it came time for the wedding. She
HAD to show up, there was no question about that, but dare she speak up when
she’s given the chance? Or would she, ‘forever hold her peace’? The key word
there being ‘forever’; it’s not like this is for a single lifetime. They would
remain ageless, beyond the flow of time itself, forever at their physical peak,
forever beautiful and tempting, not just to the civilian population, but to
each other.
A sudden pattering of rain on the roof and against her window caused the Miko
to turn and regard the sky outside and inwardly she smirked, as normally SHE
would be the one out there in the cold, tending to the needs of the shrine, but
with all the help added on for the winter break, she allowed herself a very
rare ‘vacation’ from doing such things herself. “There’s gotta be a way….” She
mumbled sleepily to herself, attempting to think up SOME arrangement that would
allow them to be together without risking potential disaster by jeopardizing
the future.
Her first thought, naturally, would be a three party marriage, though that idea
was quickly shot down since she had no real feelings for Mamoru, plus she
wasn’t exactly the sharing type. Then she thought, maybe she could be Usagi’s
mistress, seeing her on the side while she was married happily, that way
everyone’s happy…. Except Mamoru who would probably either demand it cease, or
worse try to work his way into the action.
“Well…. That might not be SO bad…” she thought aloud to herself, shutting her
eyes as she imagined just what it might be like to be with Usagi as well as
Mamoru, though the more she thought about it, the more she figured that if she
HAD to have this unfortunate group setting to have Usagi, her own body would be
definitely off limits to him.
Forgetting completely about him, Rei fantasized the way she wanted her first
physical encounter with the moon senshi to be like. She pictured a fancy hotel
room, perhaps a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice, as the two
slip in, of course setting out the ‘do not disturb’ sign; housekeeping comes at
the worst times. This was completely cliché, of course, and she quietly laughed
at herself for even including such stereotypically ‘romantic’ aspects, though
they were very soon forgotten.
The door barely had time to close in her fantasy before the two were locked in
a deep, passionate kiss; the senshi feeding freely from each other’s open
mouths, clinging and clawing at the other’s exhilarated body, desperately
wanting more, needing more, needing to bring themselves as close to becoming
one as humanly possible.
Letting go of all restraint and worry, Rei indulged herself completely in her
fantasy, body writhing as she pictured the two unable to stop themselves from
tearing off each other’s clothing, not caring enough to even picture what they
might be wearing. No, she wanted to get to the ‘good stuff’ as quickly as
possible. She envisioned them barely able to make it to the bed before her
soon-to-be-lover, Usagi, was unable to contain her love, and lust, for Rei any
longer, and with a look of desperate, primal desire she flung herself onto the
Mars Senshi as if she could not stand another second without having her. As
they fell back onto the bed, hands groping and yanking free any remaining
clothing, ripping right off if necessary, they never broke their frantic,
intense kiss. They had to steal rapid, quick breaths through their nose to
avoid suffocating themselves in their rapture.
By now, Rei was squirming about feverishly in her bed, her hands becoming
Usagi’s as they roamed over her still-dressed body. Though, that part was soon
remedied, she pulling off what little clothing she had, tossing it carelessly
and letting it land where it may, too focused on other, more urgent, matters at
the moment. In her mind, Rei was about to push Usagi back onto the bed and kiss
her way down her body, but before she was able, the Moon Senshi had turned the
tables and pinned Rei to the bed by holding her hands at the forearm and
sitting on her legs, the Miko getting all the more exhilarated by the slickness
of Usagi’s nether-regions against her toned thighs, delighted in the fact she
could turn-on the other girl so much, or so she wanted to believe.
Usagi’s hands began to wander down Rei’s body, her fingertips touching every
inch of Rei’s exposed, silky flesh as if to learn it’s topography by heart.
This was mirrored by the Mars Senshi’s own hands in reality, both of them
squeezing her pert breasts as the tips of her forefingers flicked back and
forth over her already hard nipples, then moving to give them a firm pinch and
a bit of a twist, gasping softly at the sudden rush of pleasure from her
movements. Her hands remained there for some time, as she imagined Usagi’s wet
pussy sliding down her leg as the blonde kissed and licked her way down her
body towards her own dripping slit.
Rei let out a loan groan of pleasure as, in her fantasy, Usagi’s soft lips
reach her belly button and then start to drift downwards, the Mars Senshi’s
hips arching in response. The odango-haired beauty’s velvety kisses pressed
down Rei’s smooth, hairless mound on her way to the very top of her pussy, her
bottom lip teasing the ‘hood’ that hid the other girl’s already throbbing,
engorged clit.
“Gods….” Rei hissed aloud, her fingertips easily sliding up and down her slick
labia as she pictured Usagi’s tongue doing the same, in her fantasy the blonde
smiled up at her and remarked about how aroused her partner was, her hand
moving as she slid a finger between her outer labia, feeling the soft, soaked
inside with her manicured fingertip. The dark haired girl mirrored this own
motion on to herself, shuddering under the new sensation while dream-Usagi drew
her tongue up slowly, stopping just before she reached Rei’s clit and then slid
back down while the tip of her finger slid very easily in due to the sheer
slickness from Rei’s arousal.
Lost in her desires and dreams, under the spell of the phantom-Usagi’s
ministrations, Rei’s hips arched up sharply, feeling herself getting to the
point of no return. In her fantasy, her blonde lover somehow knew this and
suddenly went on the offensive: pressing her mouth tightly to Rei’s pussy and
feverishly battering her clit with her tongue while the digits inside her
wriggled about while she slid them into and out of her. That didn’t just push
her over the edge, it picked her up and drop kicked her.
In her own room, Rei had to bite her lip hard in order to avoid letting out
lustful, hedonistic yell as she climaxed, her body arching off the bed enough
that her entire back was in the air, the sheer contortion of her muscles as her
orgasm raged through her put her at her body’s mercy. Finally, her entire hand
soaked with her own fluids, dropped to her side as she collapsed in a heap on
the bed, panting for breath she never knew she was missing. As she came back to
her senses, having surprised herself with the intensity of her little ‘work
out’ she suddenly gasped, remembering that not only was her grandpa home, but
the old lech would be the type to listen in at the door…. No one wants to think
of their grandparents listening to them getting’ the job done, so with a mental
swear she pulled on her robe and ran to the door, hiding her ‘used’ hand behind
her and peeking out… clear. Closing it with a sigh of relief she looked over at
her bed, it appearing to have been ravaged by some type of wild animal: sheets
ripped off and in little balls, pillows strewn on the floor, big wet spot on
the mattress… well, now at least she had something else to do until the meeting
with Michiru; shower and laundry.
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