Mantra
By SMYGO4EVA
Haruka was relaxed and boneless, face-down on the bed, nose pressed into a pillow that smelled sweetly of lavender and the ocean breeze. At times like this, she could almost forget; she was almost able to pretend that a world full of evil and harm wasn't lurking just outside their door.
Almost.
Michiru's fingertips traced delicate patterns over Haruka's bare back, feather-light touches that floated along her spine like clouds. She concentrated, feeling the shapes form on her skin: a heart, a delicate mirror. She smiled. The lines Michiru had drawn tingled and quivered, warm with pleasure, with power.
"Hey," Haruka spoke up, turning her head. "No powers."
"No powers," Michiru replied. "Simple chemistry." She laughed. "It's just us."
Haruka pressed her face to the mattress, closing her eyes. "I just want the world to go away," she uttered, exhausted. Michiru didn't reply, but she understood, Haruka knew.
Michiru always understood.