Title: Lingering Touch
Characters: Mostly Utena and Anthy, but Nanami is mentioned briefly
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Even something insignificant can become a powerful symbol.
A/N: I'm probably the only person who wonders how Utena and Anthy will go about buying a couch.
When buying a couch for their living room, Utena and Anthy come to a silent agreement. It must be dark. Not white (never white), cream, beige, tan, or any other shade closer to white than black. The couch must be dark. They choose one that's a nice, coffee brown, even though it doesn't match the style of the room at all. Sometimes, a houseguest (who has never seen Ohtori) will ask. Utena shivers. Anthy gives her a knowing smile. Together, they craft a white lie.
(Nanami visited once. She, normally quick to point out such inconsistencies, gave her silent approval.)
They've had sex in numerous places. In their bed, in Anthy's garden (cleaning the dirt, grass, and flower petals out each other's hair had been half the fun), in Utena's car, and in some strange places. So when they forget themselves in passionate kisses and high-pitched giggles, the couch seems like a perfectly normal place to do it. They can't get their clothes off fast enough. But then, half undressed with their limbs entwined together, they remember. They can't get their clothes back on fast enough.
(But it's Utena who cries the hardest, the swords a whetstone to her memories.)