Hello there! ^^
I decided to translate some of my fanfictions into English recently - starting with the short ones.
So here's my first English translation. Sorry if some sentences sound strange, I'm no native speaker at all.. xD Anyway, please feel free to correct my mistakes! I'd be very thankful. =)
Love Virus
„I'm back.", Haruka announced when she finally entered their apartment. After this long and eventful day on the circuit, she couldn't think of anything else than finally holding her girlfriend and enjoy the rest of the day.
Indeed the apartment was very quiet this afternoon. Too quiet. Her partner's shoes where on their rightful place in the corridor, so she didn't go out.
„Michiru?"
Haruka frowned, as she didn't get an answer. She pulled of her shoes and entered the big living room. She wasn't here.
A peek into the kitchen also leaving the blonde disappointed.
Then a thought came to her mind, which put a wide grin on her face. Humming gleefully she put of her leather jacket, threw it on the sofa's arm rest as she passed by and opened her white button shirt. When she finally opened the bathroom's door, she saw... nothing.
Slightly disappointed she grimaced and stared into the darkness. Taking a bath with her beloved mermaid would have been perfect for this afternoon.
But where could she be? She shut the door slowly and glanced over to the closed door on the other side of the room. The bedroom was the only room left.
But why would she be in there? She couldn't recall that Michiru has ever slept in the afternoon since the year they were living together now.
Shrugging she passed the room and opened the door carefully. The blinds had been put down and the curtains were closed, so that not one single ray of sunlight could enter the room. The only scarce light was now coming from the room behind Haruka. She discovered a bulky hump on the king-size bed.
„Michiru?", she sneaked into the room and approached the bed. The hump didn't move at all. She couldn't even discover a single glimpse of Michiru, who had pulled the blanket completely over her head.
Haruka sat down on the edge of the bed and gently caressed the blanket, smiling lovingly. As an answer for the gentle touch Haruka earned a low grumpy mumbling.
„Hey.", Haruka chuckled. „What are you doing in bed, Michiru? It's not even 6pm."
A slight movement was the answer to her question. Then she earned another grumpy mumbling which sounded quite like „Leave me alone.".
Haruka raised an eyebrow and twitched at the blanket. „Are you alright?"
No answer.
The blonde slipped of the edge, kneed on the floor and propped herself on her elbows, before she gently lifted the blanket to take a peek at her girlfriend. However, in this faint light she could barely see more than thick curls and before she could react in any way, a hand darted out of the darkness right into her face and pushed her away. Just to close the blanket cave again in a second and make sure no more light, air and nosy peeks could get inside. „Turn off the lights.", a scratchy voice came from under the blanket.
Surprised from this unexpected „attack" Haruka raised both eyebrows and glared at the hump representing Michiru. „Are you alright"?, she asked again and laid a gentle hand on the hump, where she supposed Michiru's shoulder to be.
Again she didn't get an answer.
„Did I do anything wrong?"
Ruefully she struggled to remember, if today was an important day or something. She poked the hump with her index finger. „Come on. What's wrong, Michiru?"
„Nothing.", a low voice answered. „Please, just let me sle-", the sentence was interrupted by a hoarse rasping sound, followed by an unhealthy coughing.
Haruka grimaced. „Michiru, are you ill?", again she grabbed the blanket and slowly pulled it off her girlfriend's head to get a view on the girl's face. Glassy ocean blue eyes looked up to her. Some loose strands of damp hair sticking to her face and her reddened cheeks revealing everything the pretty girl tried to hide. Alarmed, Haruka put a hand on her girlfriend's forehead. „Your face is glowing!"
„Too cold...", Michiru powerlessly pulled away Haruka's hand. The blonde got up and gave the smaller girl a worried look. „I'll bring you some tea and some cold towels."
„No towels.", Michiru whispered and pulled the blanket over her nose.
But Haruka was already halfway in the kitchen to prepare some hot water.
A guilty smile spread on her face, while she soaked a small towel with cold water. Most likely Michiru infected herself, while she was taking care of Haruka, who unfortunately caught a cold in their well-deserved first vacation they could finally spend together. After Haruka's condition had improved after the Daimon's attack, they assumed that her cold arose from the enemies influence on the hotel – but obviously it wasn't that harmless after all.
When Haruka entered the bedroom again with a steaming cup of tea and the wet towel after only a few minutes, Michiru has completely been disappeared under her blanket again. Smiling, the blonde put the cup on the bedside table and sat down next to her girlfriend.
The girl stirred fretfully when she noticed the blonde's weight on the mattress. Then she slowly revealed a hand followed by her head and punished her with a look of reproach, when she caught a glimpse of the wet towel in Haruka's hand. The blonde chuckled a little and gently stroke a few aquamarine strands off Michiru's face.
Then she grasped the hand of the smaller girl and began to carefully swab her forehead. Michiru frowned as soon as the cold towel touched her hot skin and made an unsatisfied sound. Her girlfriend's hand now clinging to her own, Haruka noticed how cold her fingers were.
„Why didn't you call me?", she asked in a low voice and placed the towel onto her girlfriend's forehead.
„Just because of a stupid cold, I wouldn't dare to-", again she was interrupted by a dry cough.
Haruka gently squeezed her hand while she gave her a sorrowful look. „Come on. Drink some tea. This will make you feel better."
She helped Michiru to sit up and handed her the cup of tea. The smaller girl sipped on it a few times and sank back into the cushions, smiling thankfully and a little bit apologetic at the same time, after Haruka took the cup away from her and placed it back onto the bedside table. „I didn't want you to worry, instead of concentrating on your races."
„Now hold on just a minute.", Haruka smiled meaningful. „No trophy in this world is worth to abandon you to your faith all alone."
Michiru smiled weakly, placing a hand on Haruka's thigh.
„The cold is here. It doesn't care about you being here as well or not.", she answered, her voice now a little bit stronger than before. „The only thing I can do is to stay in bed and rest."
„May be.", Haruka answered, smiling coquettish and smoothly sliding her fingertips over Michiru's slender neck and down to her cleavage. „But suffering in company wouldn't be as bad as suffering alone. Right?"
„Don't you even think about this, Haruka Tenoh.", Michiru warningly glanced at her, then she had to cough again. „I'm really not in the mood for something like this at all."
Haruka giggled amused and pulled her hand back. „All right, all right! I was only joking.", she gently stroke Michiru's arm again, got up and threw the blanket right over the girl's face.
„Hey!", Michiru protested and pulled the blankets off her face to give Haruka a disgusted look. The blonde winked insolently. „What's the matter? Thought you'd like it dark and muggy."
„Oh, you...", Michiru grabbed a package of tissues and threw it after Haruka – at least she intended to, but she aimed far off target and the package landed on the floor with a slight rustling.
„Don't.", Haruka laughed, picked it up and well aimed threw it back onto the bed right next to Michiru. „I'm pretty sure you'll need this."
She couldn't refrain from laughing, when her girlfriend pouted and turned her back on the blonde.
„I'm in the living room. Let me know when you need something."
She left the bedroom, shutting the door carefully and flopped onto the sofa. She really had imagined this evening to be better than this. But now she couldn't help it. An involuntary smile appeared on her lips as she recognized how Michiru always managed to drive her crazy, even in this state. Indeed she was attractive. In each kind of situation.
Quite a while she flipped through TV channels, sometimes watching a program for a few minutes, just to switch to another channel again. Every now and then she heard a low cough from the closed bedroom door, followed by silence. She wondered if... Well, better not. But maybe...
She peeked to the closed door, smirking. Switching off the TV, she got up and sneaked into the bedroom. When she was sure, her girlfriend was asleep, she put off her shirt, opened her belt and dropped her clothes including her underwear to the floor. Light-footed she flited to the bed and slid under the blanket, where she remained motionless for a while, listening to Michiru's smooth breathing.
Carefully she put an arm around the smaller girl, which immediately snuggled against her body. Haruka smiled and caressed her arm tenderly, followed by her belly, when her hand slowly glided under the silky nightgown. Michiru's whole body was heated and soaked in sweat.
Haruka propped herself on her elbow and carefully began to undress Michiru. The girl's glassy eyes slowly blinked at her through the darkness. „What are you doing?"
„I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you up.", Haruka answered in a low voice and placed a tender kiss onto the girl's forehead. „But you really should take off those wet clothes."
„Mh...", Michiru answered and raised herself a little bit, so that Haruka could pull the nightgown over her head.
Despite of the darkness Haruka could identify every single part of this familiar well-formed body of the smaller girl. She moved closer and snuggled herself against her girlfriend.
„Haruka...", Michiru slightly turned around in her embrace and looked up to her with sleepy eyes.
„Yes?", Haruka whispered and stroke the silky hair.
Michiru nestled up to her and leaned her head to the blonde's shoulder. „Stay like this."
„Like this?", Haruka smiled and buried her face into the soft curls. „I was thinking about something else."
Carefully caressing her tender skin with her fingertips and drawing little invisible circles on Michiru's back, the smaller girl sighted and put her hand on Haruka's hip. „Doctor Haruka knows some homespun remedies to eliminate such a bad cold in no time.", her fingers now carefully caressing Michiru's hips. „Releasing sealed energies will be on top of the treatment list."
She remembered very well how much better she had felt, after she transformed and crushed this pesky puppet to dust only one week ago. Certainly it wouldn't do any harm to Michiru to overexert herself a little bit, as well. She smirked when Michiru winced a little, while her fingers found their way to her tights. „Haruka... Please."
„Hm?", Haruka knew exactly what her girlfriend wanted to tell her. But just as well she knew, that Michiru's body spoke another language than her mind did.
„This is not the time to... ah...", she fell silent, when Haruka's hand glided between her tights and touched a sensitive part.
„Well, I think it is...", Haruka grinned and snuggled up against Michiru's body, while she tenderly parted the girl's tights. „I know which treatment will help the patient to get better soon."
A shiver overcame Michiru's whole body, when Haruka's breath touched her ear, followed by a tender nibbling, while skillful hands took care of everything else.
Michiru, who now either was completely succumbed to Haruka or just to weak to object, she wearily submitted to the blonde's „treatment". And Haruka enjoyed one of those rare moments when she herself got the upper hand about everything – even if it originated from forces far beyond their own control, which unexpectedly had taken sides with her.
Michiru's husky sighing in the darkness and her warm body necessitative moving under her hands, thoroughly satisfied Haruka.
The next morning, Haruka found herself lying next to an empty bed sheet. She blinked a few times, sat up and looked around the silent room. The curtains had been opened and the blinds were raised a little, so that a few sun rays could finally find their way into the room. Recognizing their clothes from yesterday's evening still laying on the floor in a mess, she stretched with a wide yawn and got up.
When she entered the kitchen, she found Michiru sitting on the table, shrouded in her dressing gown and chewing on a slice of bread with marmalade, while she was reading the newspapers. When she noticed Haruka, she looked up and smiled restrained.
„Seems my treatment carried out it's duty.", Haruka smirked widely and leaned against the door frame, arms crossed.
„At any rate the fever seems to be gone.", Michiru answered and put her bread onto the plate in front of her. Then she got up, passed the table and approached Haruka. „Anyhow, if you don't put on some clothes soon, you might end up with my treatment again. And this time there will be no pretty maid to sweet-talk to in order to avoid taking your medicine."
The blonde grinned impishly and pulled Michiru into a tight embrace.
„There's only one medicine against all the suffering in this world.", she bent down to her girlfriend to place a tender kiss on her neck. Then she took her hands, kissed her deeply and slowly lead her back to the bedroom. Leaving Michiru's dressing gown on the floor in the middle of the living room, before they passed the threshold to their own private realm, Michiru closing the door behind both of them with a slight kick.