Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and only write this for my own pleasure. So enjoy.

No warnings I don't want to give anything away.

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Makoto sighed as she closed the door to her locker. It had been a long day and it wasn't even noon yet. The rumble of the students coming and going to their classrooms was overwhelming; however as a public school student she had learned how to ignore the outburst of the other students and turn it into white noise. If nothing else the school taught the students how to ignore the actions of others.

Suddenly Makoto felt a tap on her arm. She looked down to see a blushing girl who couldn't have been much than older 14 maybe 15. The young girl held out a small bento box for Makoto. The poor child was so nervous that the small box almost fell out of her hands. Makoto quickly took the box from the young girl before she dropped it. She thanked the young girl and opened the box to see a well prepared meal that looked as though it took some time. She thanked the blushing girl again, bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek. The young girl squealed with joy and ran off to tell her friends of the kiss her crush had given her.

Makoto sighed again and tucked the bento box under her arm as she walked to her next class. Of course before she could get too far from the scene of the crime a loud voice echoed through the hall that she could not ignore.

"Hey Kino!" Makoto cringed as she turned to face her blonde friend. "Flirtin' with the underclassmen again." Haruka said with a smirk as she leaned against Makoto's locker.

Haruka and Makoto had grown up together. Makoto's father had worked for Haruka's before the untimely death of both him and his wife. The Tenou family had taken Makoto in as one of their own daughters. Makoto was forever grateful to Haruka and her family.

Like her butch friend, Makoto had decided to wear the male uniform of the school. Not because she wanted to but only because the school didn't have a female uniform that fit. Makoto honestly hated looking so male and would rather wear a female uniform, but life doesn't always work out that way.

"The girl just got a crush. I don't feel the need to destroy whatever self-esteem she does have. It takes a lot of guts to tell some one you like them." Makoto said to Haruka. Haruka pushed herself up from the locker and put her hand on Makoto's shoulder.

"Figures you would turn it into some sort of charity case. You always seem to…"

However before Haruka could finish her statement she was thoroughly glomped by an excited Michiru.

Haruka was momentarily stunned but quickly regained her balance with Michiru comfortably perched on her back.

"Haruka you will never believe what happened." Michiru said as she started to bounce on Haruka. This was about the time that Makoto stopped listening. Though her two friends could be entertaining she just didn't feel like watching their antics. In fact sometimes being around the two lovebirds could be in a word, annoying. Of course, just when Makoto was starting to feel depressed and was considering just leaving, Michiru changed her attention from Haruka to her.

"So what do you think Makoto?" Makoto shook her head and looked at Michiru. She blushed and put her head down her hand scratching the back of her head in a nervous gesture.

"Um…honestly Michiru I wasn't really listening." Michiru jumped down from Haruka and stood in front of Makoto. Michiru was slightly shorter than Makoto, enough so that when they hugged Michiru's face fit in the place where Makoto's neck and shoulder met. Making the embraces they shared seems terribly intimate. They often used this to torture poor Haruka. This time though Michiru was using it to torture poor Makoto.

Michiru put her arms around Makoto and brought her into a hug. She lifted herself enough to whisper in her ear.

"I could always tell you this way, my Mako." Michiru's voice was breathy against Makoto's ear and caused a shiver to run through her. Though Makoto knew that Michiru meant nothing by her actions, Michiru was still a beautiful woman. Makoto dropped her bag and bento box, threw her arms around Michiru and twirled her around in a circle. Michiru giggled and clung to Makoto as the world twirled around her. Makoto set her back down and pulled her close as she looked at a frowning Haruka.

"I'm stealing your girlfriend. We're eloping." Makoto said with a smirk. This was a game they often played even as young children. Michiru buried her face in Makoto's ample chest to quiet her laughing.

Michiru would never tell anyone, but she secretly loved watching these two strong women fight over her attention and though she loved Haruka she knew that she could just as easily fall for Makoto.

Haruka said nothing as she approached the two friends. Often what would happen was Haruka would pull Michiru from Makoto's grasp and kiss her passionately while Makoto would claim defeat and kiss Michiru's hand and say that the better woman won. However that did not happen this time.

Haruka smirked as she put her arms around both Michiru and Makoto and pushed the full length of her body against Michiru's back.

A gasp escaped Michiru as she felt the power of both the women surrounding her. The quiet potential of Makoto, like a storm in the distance; and the rush of Haruka, like the wind she longed to be. The image of these two women making love to her at the same time was so intense that Makoto had to pull herself away from them before she did something she might regret, like fucking them in the middle of the busy hallway.

Michiru pulled herself from the two women and when she turned to look at them she was in awe of them. Both women were dressed in the boy's uniform, a simple white collar shirt and black slacks with a maroon jacket with the school symbol on it. However the two women were a stark contrast to the other. Makoto kept her shirt tucked in and all the buttons fastened as well as her jacket always stayed closed. Haruka liked to leave the top buttons undone or have her shirt un-tucked and she never wore the jacket.

Makoto's chestnut hair was long and Michiru knew that it was as soft as it looked; however as many times as Michiru tried to tell her to leave it down Makoto always kept it in a ponytail, stating that it was easier to maintain that way.

Haruka's hair was short a sandy blonde in a sharp layered boy's cut. Though the hair looked full, Michiru knew how fine it truly was.

Michiru stared into two sets of hungry eyes, one jade the other teal, and had to wrap her arms around herself to stop from reaching out to them.

Luckily before Michiru had to say anything the late bell rang and she darted away from the two of them as fast as she could.

Haruka and Makoto were left blinking in the hallway as Michiru ran off. The two women looked at each other for a moment, and then shrugged. Haruka helped Makoto gather her things and they walked to their class together.

"So what was Michiru babbling about anyways?" Makoto asked as they entered their class.

"Something about some art exhibit coming into town. I really wasn't listening either." Makoto and Haruka both laughed which got them an evil look from their teacher. Both girls bowed and apologized as they sat down to study Japanese Modern History.

Finally the day was over and Makoto was back at her locker putting away her school books. There had been several notes from secret admires as always, and as always Makoto read a few and threw the rest away. When Makoto shut the locker door Michiru was standing behind it. Makoto nearly jumped out of her skin. Clutching her chest she leaned her back against the lockers.

"Damn woman, what are you trying to do give me a heart attack?" Michiru smiled at her melodramatic friend and pulled her by the arm to stand up straight. She put her arm around Makoto's as though Makoto was her escort.

"Come on, you can take me home today. Haruka has track practice so she'll be here until six, and I don't feel like waiting for her." Makoto led Michiru out of the building and to her old junk of a car. Though the car was no where near as nice as Haruka's it did its job.

"Well then, that is her loss and my gain." Makoto said as she unlooked the car door and let Michiru slide in. Even in the short maroon skirt Michiru was able to slide into the old car with such grace. Makoto always thought Michiru was one of the most graceful women she had ever met. Makoto knew that if she had been wearing a skirt she would have most likely flashed most of the student body trying to get into her car. Suddenly Makoto was thankful for her slacks.

Makoto slid in and started her car. "So, straight home or do you have some errands you need to do."

"Home James." Michiru said in a high brow voice with her nose in the air. Makoto just glared at her. Michiru looked over at Makoto. Seeing that Makoto refused to play her game she slumped back in the seat and crossed her arms over her chest. She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. "Neither you or Haruka will ever play with me." Makoto just laughed and put the car in drive.

Over hills and through the city the two rode in silence. Michiru stared out the window as the world pasted her by. She looked over at Makoto studying her as she drove. Michiru knew that Haruka and Makoto had learned to drive at the same time by the same teacher; however the two had completely different styles.

Haruka often kept the top down in her convertible and always had her left hand out the window to feel the wind as she drove. Haruka loved the speed.

Makoto's car wasn't a convertible and she didn't want one. The windows were often up as well. Makoto kept her left hand on the wheel and her right hand on the stick that was connected at the floor board between the front seats. Though Makoto would never admit it she loved the power.

Michiru reached out and put her hand on top of Makoto's. Makoto took her eyes off the road to look down at their hands.

"What do you need Michiru?" Makoto said bringing her eyes back up to the road.

"Its such a nice day Makoto, let's go to the Cove near the house." Michiru said as she looked out the window again. Makoto just nodded and took the left turn that would take her and Michiru to the Cove.

The Cove had been where the three of them had met. Michiru was home schooled for most of her life because she came from a very wealthy family and as such she had to learn how to act like a "lady".

Makoto and Haruka had grown up in a middle income family. Haruka's father owned several bakeries, but there was still some years that were leaner than others.

The two tomboys had spent a sunny summer day riding their bikes up and down the country side. They were only 11 at the time.

They had stumbled across an oasis in the middle of their exploration. The Cove was a deep cut along the mountain side. The two tomboys had seen the sparkling waters and the cool shade and spent no time in jumping in to cool off after a hard day of riding.

They had started to rough house in the water when they heard a giggle coming from the edge of the water. They both stopped mid dunk and looked up at the shore. Standing there in an aqua marine sundress was a young girl about ten years old. The dress matched her wavy shoulder length hair. Haruka and Makoto were both speechless and in total awe of the young girl.

It was Haruka that recovered first, swimming out of the water and climbing up to sit next to the pretty girl. Makoto though wasn't far behind.

It had been the start of an event filled summer. Haruka and Makoto showed Michiru the joy of being a child and Michiru had shown them the beauty in her world. The three became inseparable.

At least until high school. Haruka and Makoto had both developed crushes on the young Michiru since the moment they had set eyes on her. However it was Haruka that won her heart.

Their sophomore year, Makoto had gone down to the Cove one night in search of her friends. It was at the Cove that Makoto had seen them kiss and knew that she would never be the one that Michiru loved.

That night when Haruka returned home Makoto hit her. It was the only time the two friends fought. They never told Michiru about it. Somehow in the midst of that fight they had grown closer.

Makoto stopped the car and helped Michiru get out. It was a little bit of a hike to actually get to the Cove from the road but the walk wasn't unpleasant. The three of them had made a clear path over the years and Makoto suspected that she could walk it in her sleep.

Finally they passed a break in the trees and were greeted by a beautiful image. The Cove opened up into the ocean and was surrounded by white sand. The sun was low in the sky; however they still had a few hours before dark. The sky was in ribbons of oranges, reds, pinks, purples and blues. The path slithered its way down to a platform they had made when they were only thirteen. Though they had tried to make a little hut, it had been blown down during one of the rainy seasons so now all that remained was the platform.

Michiru stood on the edge of the platform and stared out at where the sky and the sea met.

"Oh, I wish I brought my paints." Michiru sighed when Makoto came to stand next to her.

"Well, maybe next time." Makoto said as she started to clean up the platform a little. Makoto had turned away from Michiru when she felt Michiru's hand on her back. Makoto turned around and looked down at Michiru.

"What's wrong?" Makoto asked. Without answering Michiru simply hugged Makoto, her cheek laying against Makoto's shoulder, her faced turned into Makoto's body. Makoto put her arms around Michiru. "What's wrong?" Makoto asked again with a bit more urgency.

Michiru sighed and looked up at Makoto. "I should be asking you that. You've seemed so depressed lately. You don't talk as much, you haven't spent any time in your garden. I know your not sleeping I can see the bags under your eyes. What's going on Makoto? I've never seen you like this." Michiru said reaching a hand up to caress Makoto's face.

Makoto closed her eyes and leaned into Michiru's hand. She took in a deep breath and held it for a moment, enjoying the smell of Michiru, then she let it out slowly.

"You wouldn't understand." She said opening her eyes and looking into Michiru's concerned blue eyes.

"Try me." Michiru said as she stroked Makoto's cheek. Makoto couldn't fight it anymore, she leaned down and captured Michiru's lips in her own. Michiru was momentarily stunned. She had sort of expected this response; however it still surprised her. Luckily though it didn't take her long to recover. She returned Makoto's kiss as passionately as she would for any of Haruka's. Michiru was thrilled that Makoto tasted like she suspected. Makoto's lips tasted clean and pure like after a hard rain. Michiru would always associate storms with Makoto as she would always associate the wind with Haruka.

Makoto was the first to break away. Her breath was heavy and she waited for Michiru to pull away. However she didn't, Michiru pulled herself further into the circle of Makoto's body.

"I shouldn't have…" Makoto tried to say but she was silenced with Michiru's finger on her lips. Makoto looked into Michiru's eyes and saw desire. Makoto had seen that look before but it was never directed at her, it was always saved for Haruka.

"If this is what you need Makoto I will help you. I want to help you." This time it was Michiru who pulled Makoto down into a kiss. She could have sworn that Makoto swooned; however it seemed that her Mako had caught herself in the act.

Something clicked in Makoto, she picked Michiru up off the ground and instinctively Michiru wrapped her legs around Makoto's slim waist. They stood like that for several minutes, Michiru's arms and legs wrapped around Makoto and Makoto's hands kneading Michiru's ass as the kissed. Michiru nearly climaxed right there when Makoto broke the kiss and licked and kissed her way down the valley between her breasts.

Suddenly from behind them they heard someone clear their throat. The two would-be lovers stopped and looked at who had interrupted them.

Haruka stood there her face red and her hands in fists. Makoto gently put Michiru down and stood between Michiru and Haruka. Michiru didn't want the two of them to fight, thus she ran to Haruka throwing herself in her arms. She cried and apologized to her lover. Haruka looked down and Michiru and then up to Makoto and back down to Michiru. Haruka put her hands on Michiru's face and pulled her up into a passionate kiss.

Haruka broke the kiss and Michiru was left breathless, clinging to Haruka to keep from falling. Haruka looked over Michiru's head toward Makoto.

"You couldn't wait for me?" Haruka smirked.

"Its not my fault your girlfriend couldn't keep her hands off me." Makoto said as she walked up behind Michiru.

Michiru looked up into the smirking faces of the two women she loved. It suddenly hit her like a sack of bricks.

"You two set me up!" Michiru exclaimed, slightly pissed at them.

"Yeah, I'm sorry sweetie, but we had to." Haruka said. Makoto wrapped her arms around Michiru's waste and whispered in her ear.

"We have always wanted to share you, but we didn't know how you felt about me." Makoto kissed her ear. "I hope you can forgive us." Michiru turned in Makoto's arms and put her hands on Makoto's face.

"Do you know how many times I have fantasized about making love to both of you at the same time. I love you, my Mako." She kissed Makoto then turned toward Haruka. "I love you, my Ruka." And also kissed her.

A gasp escaped Michiru as Makoto cupped her breasts. Michiru leaned back into Makoto closing her eyes and enjoyed the attention Makoto was giving her. Of course that was intensified when Haruka leaned forward and started to suck, lick and kiss Michiru's neck. She felt Makoto's mouth on the other side of her neck and a shiver ran through her.

As if they had timed it ahead, Makoto and Haruka both sank their teeth into Michiru leaving perfect bite marks on both sides of her neck. Michiru's body ran rigid as the twin bite marks caused her to orgasm in their grasp. She was amazed at the power these two women had over her. She was still totally clothed and had only been doing what would be classified as "making out" and they had already brought her to orgasm.

Michiru opened her eyes and looked into the eyes of these women. She smirked at the look of pride they both shared.

"Maybe we can go somewhere more comfortable and finish this properly." Haruka and Makoto just looked at each other for a moment and they silently made a decision together.

Michiru didn't quite remember how but the next thing she knew she was home in her bed with Haruka on one side and Makoto on the other, both naked and asleep. She quietly ran her hands threw their hair as she listened to their breathing. The twin bite marks on her neck stung slightly but she ignored it.

Things would be different now. She knew that. There was no way that Makoto would willingly go back to being "just a friend" and Michiru didn't want her to. Michiru knew that Haruka would always be with her; however something told her that she wouldn't always have Makoto. She knew that she needed to cherish these few moments she had with her Mako, because there might come a day when she wouldn't have any more.

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