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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Bishoujo_Senshi_Sailor_Moon_|_Pretty_Guardian_Sailor_Moon
  Relationship:
      Chibiusa/Tomoe_Hotaru, Chibiusa/Helios/Tomoe_Hotaru_(implied), Haruka
      Tenoh/Michirui_Kaioh
  Character:
      Meiou_Setsuna_|_Sailor_Pluto, Tenoh_Haruka_|_Sailor_Uranus, Kaiou_Michiru
      |_Sailor_Neptune, Tomoe_Hotaru_|_Sailor_Saturn, Chibiusa_|_Sailor_Chibi
      Moon
  Additional Tags:
      walk-ins, First_Time, Family_Feels
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-18 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1911
****** We All Have Walk-Ins ******
by TheGreatShiniGami
Summary
     It's happened time and time again; somewhere, somehow, someone is
     walking in on two people trying to be intimate. These snippets are
     glances at those times, and the humor and love that comes from them.
Notes
     A/N: This is the first foray I’ve had into this kind of lewd
     territory. So, I beg you to bear with me and hopefully you’ll be
     entertained. Be warned that my pairings vary from crack to Holy
     Fanon, so if you don’t like the current pair, check back and see if
     one you did like is updated. I won’t be doing too many chapters for
     this one. –S
                “Ahh!” Chibi-usa gasped as quietly as she could; given the
circumstances. She tensed as another wave of bliss hit, causing her legs to
wrap constrictingly around her lover’s neck. The Senshi of Death grinned, and
returned her eyes and attentions to the tuft of pink hair between said moon
princess’ legs. The pinkette gasped and moaned out her approval once more as
Hotaru’s lapping intensified. She had only just now recovered her ardor from
Michiru walking in on them. Hotaru smirked at the memory. Here they were, a
perfect, entangled snogging knot of legs, arms and odango; and Michiru just had
to pick then to remind the girls that Usagi and Mamoru would be gone another
two days. Chibi-usa had turned the shade of her hair, and Hotaru had
uncharacteristically blown up at her—claiming proprietary knocking procedure
and other such teenage concepts that parents either didn’t get or refuse to
acknowledge.  This was proceeded by a lecture about sexuality and boundaries
that had them both pink. After promising that nothing would be pressured,
Michiru had left the young ones alone.
                Chibi-usa required at least an hour to regain the mood, and
only now had the Saturian peeled the princess out of her clothes; that all
mattered so little now, her face in Chibi-usa’s sex, tongue lashing out to make
the Lunarian royal squirm.
                “Taru-chan!” She cried out again as Hotaru employed her right
hand in her efforts to drive her girlfriend mad with pleasure. Two slender
digits parted the girl’s wet fold, allowing Hotaru better access with her
tongue. She wasn’t quite sure what the flavor could be described as, all she
knew was that she needed to taste more of it.
                Downstairs, activity was much more tepid. Setsuna sat in the
den office in an evening teleconference with her design lead. Michiru had
settled for a novel and the living room loveseat while she waited for Haruka to
arrive from the airport. The perfect spot to entrance and misdirect her prey.
While she would never forbid her daughter to explore sexuality, she’d been a
bit concerned about Usagi and Mamoru’s reaction, or at least, their future
selves. Crystal Tokyo would need an heir, and unless science allowed it… The
Senshi of Seas sighed wistfully and turned the page. There were a few muted
thumps from the second floor. Michiru smiled winsomely. Hotaru seemed to take
after her adoptive ‘Papa’ in this department as well. The closing greeting and
beeps from Setsuna’s laptop signaled that the Time Guardian had finished her
meeting. The emerald haired mage looked to her room-mate with an eyebrow
raised.
                “The girls are fine.” Michiru said, pre-emptively.
                Setsuna smiled and stood for a moment in the entrance to the
kitchen. "Have you talked to Serenity?” was all she asked before resuming her
path to coffee. Michiru pursed her lips as she thought.
                “Not yet. I’m still trying to think of how to put it to
Haruka.” She replied.
                “Haruka will find out in her own time. Haruka always has.” Came
from the kitchen along with the quiet percolation of the coffee maker. Michiru
parked her place and stretched out languorously to receive the beige, three
sugar-two cream cup that Pluto had expertly prepared for her. Usagi may rule
them all; but Michiru held her court in what had been dubbed “Outer House” in
her own way.
                “True. Usagi will have to wait until Haruka-Papa wraps her head
around it. She chased off Yusuke-kun.” Michiru sounded off, taking another sip
of the steaming mug.
                “He was male.” Setsuna noted, taking long drink herself from
her TARDIS mug. “But I think her concern is more from fear of Hime-chan getting
hurt than anything else.” She finished. The low hum of the signature Nissan
pulled into the garage. The question at hand would be resolved soon; whatever
the speculation of the other Outers.
                “Konbanwa, Minna-chan!” Haruka said from the now open side
door. Michiru rose; coffee set to the end table and planted a swift kiss on her
wife’s lips. The Senshi of Wind savored the caramel flavored embrace, pulling
Michiru towards her by the waist. The Neptunian’s foot came up from the carpet
as she leaned into her lover and intensified her liplock. The emotional bleed-
over from her daughter’s soiree with the princess had inflamed her more than
usual for an after-rally reunion. A quiet cough from their room-mate broke
their bemused kiss.
                “Welcome home, love.” Michiru said, taking Haruka by the hand.
The blonde pulled away slightly and produced a small, gift wrapped box from
behind her back. It was obviously a gift for Hotaru; the teen had been gushing
over one of the new SLR cameras earlier this month. Michiru glanced at the
stairwell as Haruka responded.
                “Glad to be back. The Acropolis Rally is way too dusty. I got
this for Hime-chan.” The Senshi of Wind said.
                “Ahh, very nice. I’m sure she’ll love it. Did you eat on the
plane?” Michi asked. She’d been keeping up with Haruka’s meal times for a while
now—mainly to remind the racer to eat regularly.
                “Yeah. It was kind of bland, but I wasn’t about to get shived
at the airport food-court. Is Chibi-usa still here?” Haruka replied, tossing
her coat over Her Chair and beginning to make her way to the stairwell.
Michiru’s eyes widened at the visual snippet that her wife was destined to
burst into. The Time Guardian remained implacable. The Senshi of Seas pulled
her companion’s hand again and wrapped her arms lovingly around her.
                “Yes. Hime-chan and Chibi-usa are upstairs. Completely
distracted…” She whispered in Haruka’s ear seductively. This served to hide
another round of soft thuds coming from the second-floor. A muffled squeal was
hidden by Haruka’s laugh.
                “Missed me, Koi? Let me run this to ‘Taru, and we can ‘reunite’
in a bit.” Haruka said spiraling out of her wife’s arms. The newly liberated
Senshi of wind started up the stairs.
                “Haru… Just a minute.” Michiru called. She sounded almost
frantic, her eyes darting between Haruka’s confused expression and the landing
upstairs. The Senshi of Wind simply tapped her other half on the nose with her
forefinger, winked and paced up the stairs. From her place at the foot of the
stairwell, Michiru could only wince at the sound of Haruka knocking on Hotaru’s
door and opening it in a fluid motion. The combination of the squeals of
pleasure, a remonstrance of “HARUKA-PAPA! WAIT FOR ME TO ANSWER BEFORE YOU OPEN
MY DOOR!” and Haruka’s rapid apology only confirmed Michiru’s visions. Haruka
descended the stairs; walking mutedly past her and as red as Ami was at Usagi’s
Bachelorette Party.
                The racer went into the kitchen, and Michiru heard the distinct
sound of the liquor cabinet latch opening and the trickle of a shot being
poured. The small clack from the shot glass setting back down on the table
confirmed her suspicions. Granted, had she walked in to what Haruka had, she’d
probably need a drink too… The other two Outer Senshi went into the kitchen to
console their compatriot at the loss of her daughter’s innocence.
                “I tried to warn you.” Michiru said, placing her hands on
Haruka’s shoulders where she was seated at the kitchen counter. Haruka rolled
her neck, several popping sounds coming from the bones.
                “I don’t know whether to pull them out of the bed and embarrass
them both, or take another shot and say ‘Go Team’.” Haruka responded. Setsuna
tittered from behind her TARDIS mug, small bubbles in her coffee betraying her
amusement at the Haruka-ism.
                “Go team?” Michiru said, working her palms into the still-
tensed muscles of the racer’s neck. “Haruka; lesbianism isn’t a competition or
a recruitment effort. Hotaru was either going to come out eventually, or she’d
have been straight.” She added.
                “Having another drink probably wouldn’t hurt you, as this was
inevitable. The two of them have been dancing around each other since Small
Lady came back to this time.” Setsuna piqued. The other two looked at her,
concern and thought brewing on their faces. Haruka reached for the whiskey and
poured another shot.
                “Is there any danger of this affecting the future?” Haruka
asked, taking the small glass in her hand.
                “No. As I said, this was inevitable. They’ve been fated, and
the arrangement that the two of them have with Chibi-usa’s betrothed works in
its own way.” The Time Guardian replied. That statement only confused the other
two.
                “And you know this how?” Haruka asked.
                “Royal State Secret.” Setsuna replied, smiling cryptically from
behind her mug of coffee that she’d just refilled. Michiru couldn’t understand
how she drank it black.
                Just as they began to ponder the statement, a hastily dressed
and mussed hair Hotaru padded into view at the entrance to the kitchen. There
were several dark red marks on her neck and shoulders, barely hidden; and the
quad-boob effect that Michiru noticed told her that the Senshi of Death had
accidentally grabbed the princess’ bra.
                “Haruka-papa, I’m sorry for blowing up at you…” Hotaru began as
the father figure in question noticed the younger Senshi in the entranceway.
                “Go Team!” Haruka interrupted jovially as she took the shot of
whiskey waiting in her hand. The clackof the glass being set down resonated
with the smack of Michiru’s forehead colliding with her palm.
                “Haruka…” She said exasperatedly. Setsuna tittered again, once
more using the coffee as a shield for her smug grin.
                “What? I don’t get it…” Hotaru said, titling her head slightly
in confusion.
                “Don’t worry about it dear, it’s just a joke your Haruka-papa
made that didn’t land so well.” Michiru responded, face still palmed.
                “What did you want to see me about?” Hotaru went on, trying to
keep her embarrassment at bay.
                “Oh. I just got you that camera you wanted. I saw it at a
really good price while I was abroad and figured you’d like it.” Haruka said,
taking the package from the counter and handing it to her adopted daughter.
Hotaru beamed, examining the wrapping and carefully opening it gushed again at
the Nikon that she’d been eying for quite a while. This made up for the Walk
In, almost.
                “Thank you Haruka-papa! Now I can take photos when we go to the
Park with Ami-chan and Mako-chan!” Hotaru said, hugging her adoptive parents.
Haruka chuckled a bit, and Hotaru slipped back out of the group embrace and
headed towards the stairwell once more.
                “So, I’m not in trouble or anything?” Hotaru asked, the last
vestiges of her trepidation beginning to fall away.
                “Not in the slightest, hon.” Haruka said. “I’m not going to be
that hypocritical. I was into much worse at your age, relationship wise and
other things. I did want to ask where you learned how tribadism worked
though...” She added with a smirk. Typical of the Senshi of Winds to tease like
that.
                “Haruka-papa…” came from Hotaru, hand on her hips; mirroring
Michiru’s exasperated sigh of “Haruka…”
                “Okay… Okay… I’ll save the interrogation for later, you can run
on back to your girlfriend.” Haruka replied, pouring another shot for the salvo
to come. Hotaru nodded and turned towards the stairwell.
                “Just don’t take any pictures of you and her with that camera;
you’re both still underage technically, and I don’t want to have to explain
that to the Royals when they get back.” The racer belted out with a smirk. The
other Outers collectively sweatdropped.
                “HARUKA-PAPA!”
                Fin.
               
               
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