A/N:
This "story" is a series of unconnected sailor moon related drabbles that I've written, usually in response to a tumblr prompt. These drabbles are set in a canon timeline unless stated otherwise (i.e. if it's in the OWS-verse i'll let you know)
This first drabble was something I wrote for The Mysterious Blind Bandit on the train to AX. The prompt was Haruka/Michiru and I had to incorporate the line ""Give me a hand." Enjoy.
Haruka looked across the bay at the Marine Cathedral, her aqua-haired partner sat in the passenger seat of the parked convertible, lightly dozing as the first rays of sunlight graced her cheeks, as if they were meant for her.
After everything that had happened the day before, with the talismans and the grail, Haruka couldn't seem to stay still. So with Michiru in the passenger seat sleeping, Haruka just drove.
Aimlessly around Tokyo at first, and then around the bay to Yokohama and back. Haruka just needed to feel the wind in her bones.
Usagi is Sailor Moon.
Sailor Moon is the Legendary Messiah.
Haruka really hadn't seen that one coming. And yet, after rescuing her from that Daimon on the Tokyo Tower, she didn't see how it could be anybody else, nobody else deserved that title more than Usagi.
Haruka looked at her hands on the steering wheel. How many times had she said that she was willing to damn herself to stop The Silence? Every time she transformed, she had to accept that she might have to take somebody's life.
A person with dreams, a family waiting for them, a future ahead of them. Somebody like Usagi. Usagi was why she fought as hard as she did. Somebody that innocent should never have to experience the horror of The Silence.
Ever since that day Michiru came into her life, Haruka knew that there could be no turning back, and no second-guessing herself. If Haruka was going to be damned, she wouldn't be alone.
The green-haired passenger stirred under the morning sunlight, smelling the salty ocean breeze, and the cold wind off of the sea.
"Good morning love." Said Michiru softly and lovingly.
Haruka looked over at her and smiled. No words were needed, nothing to ruin this perfect hour.
"Did you sleep well?" Michiru asked.
"I didn't." Replied Haruka.
"That's a shame, I wanted you to warm me up." Whispered the aqua-haired warrior.
"Oh?" Asked Haruka. Michiru just smiled, Haruka leaned across the center console between them and gave her a kiss.
Michiru and her moved to the back seat of the convertible and continued to kiss and grab each other, both simply relieved to be alive after everything that had happened yesterday.
"Forgive me Haruka, but I don't think you'll be getting any sleep just yet." Said Michiru playfully.
"Oh? Why's that?" Haruka asked.
"I need you to give me a hand." The green-haired woman said. Haruka needed to further invitation, and slipped her hands underneath Michiru's skirt.