Chicken Soup
"We're going to roll off the bed if you don't stop snuggling like
that, Ruka."
"I don't care. I'll go on, on the floor."
"You're impossible." Michiru giggled.
"Me?" Haruka flashed an 'I'm-Innocent' look and proceeded to
briefly kiss her lips. "What would I do if I hadn't had you, Michi?"
"Possibly die of hunger."
Haruka facefaulted. "Enough with your fascination on my lack of
culinary knowledge." She said, taking Michiru's waist in her hands.
"I know how to do chicken soup." She added, smiling, and placidly
placing butterfly kisses over Michiru's neck.
"Ruka, you've blown more microwaves than I can count. But you
know something?" She turned, face to face with Haruka. Haruka
smiled childlishly. Michiru kissed her. She suddenly could remember
all of their relationship; when they first met, when they first
kissed; when they first made love. The first time Haruka held
Hotaru as a baby. Afterwards, how both of them ended up covered
in baby food trying to feed Hime-chan.
These mementos made their relationship special. Something that
had survived long years, and was so strong it wouldn't die.
Michiru smiled into the kiss. Parting, she caressed her beloved's
cheek and gave her a quick peck on the lips to end up the kiss.
"I love your chicken soup." She dissolved in giggles.
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Uh-hum...
I had in mind using Kakeru (Michiru's and Haruka's son from Saun's
fics) but I haven't got permission from the author, so I won't.
This was short, I know. I was camping out all weekend, so I had
the idea and nowhere to write it. ::Whimpers:: But now it's
written, for your enjoyment! ::Grins::
Haruka aka Wing-kun.
"We're going to roll off the bed if you don't stop snuggling like
that, Ruka."
"I don't care. I'll go on, on the floor."
"You're impossible." Michiru giggled.
"Me?" Haruka flashed an 'I'm-Innocent' look and proceeded to
briefly kiss her lips. "What would I do if I hadn't had you, Michi?"
"Possibly die of hunger."
Haruka facefaulted. "Enough with your fascination on my lack of
culinary knowledge." She said, taking Michiru's waist in her hands.
"I know how to do chicken soup." She added, smiling, and placidly
placing butterfly kisses over Michiru's neck.
"Ruka, you've blown more microwaves than I can count. But you
know something?" She turned, face to face with Haruka. Haruka
smiled childlishly. Michiru kissed her. She suddenly could remember
all of their relationship; when they first met, when they first
kissed; when they first made love. The first time Haruka held
Hotaru as a baby. Afterwards, how both of them ended up covered
in baby food trying to feed Hime-chan.
These mementos made their relationship special. Something that
had survived long years, and was so strong it wouldn't die.
Michiru smiled into the kiss. Parting, she caressed her beloved's
cheek and gave her a quick peck on the lips to end up the kiss.
"I love your chicken soup." She dissolved in giggles.
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Uh-hum...
I had in mind using Kakeru (Michiru's and Haruka's son from Saun's
fics) but I haven't got permission from the author, so I won't.
This was short, I know. I was camping out all weekend, so I had
the idea and nowhere to write it. ::Whimpers:: But now it's
written, for your enjoyment! ::Grins::
Haruka aka Wing-kun.