Hi everyone! I'm back! Missed me? (please, lie to me, and say yes!)

Ok, so, I was writing another story, completely different from my previous two, but then I red a Haruka FF that triggered a whole scene in my mind. So with that in mind, and a conversation I had with a good friend of mine (ok, more like she gave me a lecture about my non existent love life and my tendency to swing both ways), it got me thinking... What if Haruka is not a lesbian? What if she's just like any other girl, having fun and fooling around? How would she react to Michiru's charms? (and a whole lot of 'what if's that I would not let you know quite yet)

And what about Michiru? What if she's not the perfect little princess, but a shy, somewhat insecure person? (kinda like me!) What if she knows she's bisexual, but is still waiting for her Prince Charming?

So I added some crazy friends around them (it's the only way to have a decent, funny story, with some embarrassing moments, right?), and I threw a little of myself on both of my fav characters, and here it is!

As usual, I'm poor, and my bank account is worthy of your sympathy. And I don't own anything except my computer, and my really cool, new green and violet bed cover (and my bed, of course! I actually got it a couple of months ago, and I love sleeping all over it!). Anyway! Sailor Moon characters don't belong to me (sad but true), but to Naoko Takeuchi. So please, please! Don't sue me!

I'm warning you, there WILL be lesbian 'interaction' between Michiru and Haruka (if you know what I mean... *wink*), so if you don't like it, don't read! And there's also going to be some weird conversations about guys sizes, sex, and the things alcohol makes us do... You'll get the point later on. So this story it's kinda dirty, kinda spicy, and kinda funny.

So, hope you like it!!!

Enjoy!

1 - Surprises, the mutant, and the questions

The tall, blonde young woman woke up laying on her stomach, tangled in her own sheets. The smell of fresh coffee reached her nose, but she was feeling way too lazy to get up yet.

Just a little while longer, she promised herself, closing her eyes, and knowing that the little while could easily turned into another hour.

But it was saturday, and she didn't really had anything to do. Not until the afternoon, anyway, so she indulged herself with the pleasure of just lazing around in bed. That was, until she felt a pressure in her lower abdomen.

She tried to ignore it, and cuddled deeper into the sheets. But the pressure wouldn't go away, and she finally gave up.

Too old to be wetting my own bed, she scolded herself, getting up and walking out of her room. She made her way to the bathroom, still pretty much asleep, and was about to opened the door, when it suddenly flung open and someone walked right out, bumping into her and making her fall flat on her behind.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed, looking up.

And her green eyes went wide open. And she had a really hard time looking at the person's eyes. Because standing right there, in front of her, was a man. A really handsome man, with black hair and violet eyes looking down at her in an apologetic way.

And he was looking down at her, standing tall, in all his naked glory.

"Oh escuse" he said, in an italian accent "I not see you"

"Uh.. no.. it's... um... ok" she said, now blushing, and covering her eyes.

"You not in pain, right?" he asked, still standing there, without even covering himself.

"Antonio! There you are!" came a female voice from down the hallway. "Oh, Haruka, hi!" her roommate exclaimed, and the blonde turned her head to see her pretty much naked roommate, trying to cover herself with her green robe "Didn't know you were awake already! This is Antonio" she introduced.

"Uh... hi!" Haruka greeted, trying really hard not to look at him "I... I need the um... the bathroom" she said, pointing at some point behind the italian man with one hand, and covering her eyes with the other.

Jesuschrist! Cover yourself, will ya? she exclaimed mentally.

"Of course, of course" he said, now stepping to the side "Escuse, escuse"

Haruka didn't say anything. She simply got up fast, and locked herself in the bathroom. And she rolled her eyes when she heard her roommate laughing at her. But then she just shook her head, and did what she had been meaning to do in the first place. And then she brushed her teeth, and tried to somewhat comb her messy short blonde hair with her hands, checking herself out in the mirror.

She looked at her white cotton shorts and the faded black t-shirt, with an equally faded Guns N' Roses logo on it.

The t-shirt had definitively seen better days. Her father had give it to her when she was twelve years old. It was old, and the black was now more like a grayish color than anything. And it was tight, and there were some spots of God knew what that just wouldn't go away, no matter how many times she washed the damn thing.

But she loved that t-shirt. So there was no way she was getting rid of it. And since it was simply too small to wear it in public, she used it as her bed clothes.

But she hated being in her pajamas when there was a stranger home. Well, he didn't really seem like a shy person, she joked to herself.

And then she blushed again, remembering what she had seen just now. Dear God, how did she managed to sleep with that?, she wondered, looking at her shorts again, Oh, well, it's my house!, she told herself, walking out of the bathroom and making her way down the stairs and to the kitchen.

She found her roommate there, still dress only on her green silky robe, drinking her coffee.

But no italian guy around.

"You got rid of him already?" she asked, tilting her head.

"He said he had a meeting or something, so..." came the answered, followed by a shake of her shoulders, her long brown curly hair brushing her shoulders. "He's so cute!" she exclaimed, smiling "Kinda stupid... but so cute!"

"You slept with him?" Haruka asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, duh!"

"How?" the blonde asked again "I mean... are you ok?" she looked really amused now "Can you sit? Aren't you sore?"

Her roommate smiled, blushing slightly "He is kinda big, isn't he?"

"Big?" she repeated "Mako, that's not big, that's a freaking mutant!" she exclaimed, laughing now "How on earth did you manage to get that thing inside you?"

Her brunette roommate laughed at that "Oh, come on! You've been with big guys before, haven't you?"

"Never with a mutant!" Haruka answered, her green eyes wide open "I'm not good with physical pain, you know?" she joked.

"But you sure are good at giving it" the brunette answered, remembering the blonde's short temper and her tendency to simply smack someone when she was getting annoyed.

She wasn't a violent person, but she was definitively strong.

"So what? Before you jump into bed with someone you asked for size measures?" Makoto joked. But when the blonde simply smirked at her, she laughed "Oh, right, you haven't been with a guy for quite a while... don't you miss it?"

"Hey, I'm busy, ok?" she defended herself "Besides, it's not really my fault if all the guys I met lately were plain, stupid and... boring"

"Yeah, but... don't you get... you know... bored?" Makoto asked, not really understanding her friend's recent abstinence "You haven't had any since Jad's opening party. And that was five months ago!"

"Why are you so worried about my sex life?" Haruka asked, frowning.

"What sex life? You don't have one anymore!" Makoto exclaimed "That night you just disappeared, and the next morning you wouldn't tell me anything. And then you just..."

Haruka looked down, and Makoto frowned.

Something had happened that night to the tall blonde, and the brunette was starting to get worried.

"What happened, Haruka? Did this guy hurt you or something?"

"What? Of course not!" the blonde exclaimed "Look, everything's fine, ok? I'm just busy, that's all"

The blonde turned around and left the kitchen before Makoto could make any more questions.

It's been like that for a while now. And Makoto was getting worried. Her tall blonde friend could be such a strange person sometimes....

They had met the first day of college, and became good friends fast. They enjoyed each others company, and talked about everything and anything. But there's always been something about Haruka... Something that the blonde kept deep inside. And when one night, while the both of them were laying around on Makoto's room, eating some pizza and drinking beer, Haruka had confessed to her tall new friend that her boyfriend wanted to have sex with her, but the blonde was scared. So Makoto had thought that that was her friend's deep secret.

The tall, strong, independent, and sometimes quite obnoxious, blonde woman was a virgin. Who would of thought! Of course that didn't lasted that much longer. Not with the blonde's boyfriend hanging around all the time. A boyfriend Haruka had soon got rid of, about four months after he had get rid of the blonde's virginity.

Makoto had been surprised at that, but her friend had simply laughed at her, saying that it just wasn't working, so she simply dumped him. And the guy was kind of boring in the brunette's opinion, so she didn't really mind not having him around anymore.

And then they had started going out, clubbing and dancing, doing pretty much what any other college student does. Party, get a little drunk, get some fun. And sex. Lots and lots of sex. It was truly amazing, how someone like her tall blonde friend could get every guy's attention with the blink of an eye.

Not that the blonde wasn't pretty, quite the opposite. But she was definitively not the hot-sexy-lady kind of girl.

Haruka could be described as a tomboy. Maybe not exactly a tomboy, although she had definitively been one when she was younger. Makoto knew that much because of the pictures she had seen of her blonde friend. Haruka had grown out of that, but not entirely. She still wore loose t-shirts sometimes, and loose pants that hang low on her hips. She refused to let her hair grow long, and she absolutely hated being girly with a deep, true passion. But she would wear some make up every now and then, and she would sometimes put on some nice tight jeans and high heeled boots when they would go out dancing.

But she still managed to look somewhat androgenic. Sexy, but still androgenic.

And there was something about her, that made men fall right at her feet. Specially when they were at some dance club, and the blonde would move to the music in such a way, that she seemed to be from outer space. Because, when Haruka danced, she looked simply too magnificent to be from this planet. And every male around would watch her dance, drooling all over her perfect curves, her twisting body, and her swinging hips. So, of course, the blonde had took advantage of that.

Or at least she used to. Because that one night, five months ago, her tall blonde friend had left the bar suddenly. Makoto hadn't thought much of that at the time, thinking the blonde was out having some good time on the sacks. But the next morning, there had been something different in her green eyes. And then she had stopped fooling around.

They still went out dancing, and men still drooled all over the blonde. But she ignored most of them. Occasionally, she would make out with a guy. But never went home with one.

Oh no, Haruka always went back home now.

Alone.

"I'm just tired of playing games, that's all" Haruka had told her once.

Makoto wasn't so sure about that. Because, if she really was tired of playing games and she wanted something real, then why had she stopped dating all together? It just didn't make any sense. There was something off about her tall blonde friend, and she was going to find out exactly what it was.