There's a story behind this one.... but it doesn't have a happy ending.
But I still like the story itself. I spent too much time and energy on
it to let it go to waste, so I'm offering it up to the mush fans of the
fanfiction world. ^_~ While it could apply to about anyone, and it
had a different meaning a few months ago, I have decided it applies
to Haruka and Michiru for now. ^_^;
Reviews? Anyone? ^^ It's short, but it's cuuuute! ^_~
Massage
By: Violet-chan
"I'm going to be so sore tomorrow," you say, plopping down
in one of the chairs in the living room.
I come up behind you and give you a loose hug, kissing the
top of your head lightly. Crinkling my nose, I grin one-sidedly and
tell you jokingly, "And until you take a shower, you're going to be
slightly stinky, honey."
"Mmm," you say, noncommittedly. "Can't I just stay here
for a while?"
I walk around to the front of the chair and pull you to a
standing position. Grinning almost slyly, I ask if we can make a
deal of sorts. You take a nice, warm shower, and I'll definitely
make it worth your while.
You look at me quizically, and I can see both the questions
and the curiousity in your eyes. You know, however, that your
questions are futile. Once I get it in my head to surprise you,
nothing can make me divulge my secret until I'm ready. You know
this, and while it drives you crazy sometimes, it's often worth the wait.
You sigh, teasing me by looking exasperated, and amble
towards the shower. I smile at your retreating form, and don't leave
the living room to ready my surprise until I hear you step in the
running shower.
I hear you step from the shower - it won't be long now before
you find out my surprise. Good thing it didn't take long to get ready.
You walk into our bedroom wearing just your bath towel, and are
slightly surprised to see me just sitting on the bed. Nevertheless,
you know whatever I have planned will come in due time and you
head for your closet to get dressed.
"I've got a better idea. Why don't you come over here?" I
ask softly, causing you to turn your head quickly and look at me.
On the bedside table sits a bottle you hadn't noticed before, but
you recognize at once. Your puzzled look turns to a grin, and you
walk over next to me.
"So this is making it worth my while?" you ask softly and
grin.
"I thought it might."
In answer, the towel falls from where you had it tied
together above your breasts, and you kiss my forehead before
lying on your stomach on our bed. I pick up the bottle of massage
oil - one we use often. It's almost gone again, and I make a mental
note to get more next time we go to the mall. Pulling off the cap, the
scent of strawberries and cream fills the air, and you sigh
contentedly. Rubbing the oil between my hands to warm it, I begin
to work on your shoulders and I find out you weren't kidding when
you said you had really had a work out today. Even just your
shoulders and neck are a mess of knots. Gently, I manage to work
them out. The rest of your back isn't much better, but you keep
letting out these small sighs of happiness as I work out most of the
knots and the scent of strawberries grows stronger.
Finally satisfied that you'll feel a lot better than you would
have in the morning, I lean down next to your ear and whisper,
"Better, honey?" But I recieve no response. It's then that I realize
you've fallen asleep, very relaxed from the massage. I smile and lay
down next to you, one of my hands resting on the small of your
back. It doesn't matter that you've fallen asleep - you probably
need the rest. And afterall, we have our entire lives to be
together -why rush things?
But I still like the story itself. I spent too much time and energy on
it to let it go to waste, so I'm offering it up to the mush fans of the
fanfiction world. ^_~ While it could apply to about anyone, and it
had a different meaning a few months ago, I have decided it applies
to Haruka and Michiru for now. ^_^;
Reviews? Anyone? ^^ It's short, but it's cuuuute! ^_~
Massage
By: Violet-chan
"I'm going to be so sore tomorrow," you say, plopping down
in one of the chairs in the living room.
I come up behind you and give you a loose hug, kissing the
top of your head lightly. Crinkling my nose, I grin one-sidedly and
tell you jokingly, "And until you take a shower, you're going to be
slightly stinky, honey."
"Mmm," you say, noncommittedly. "Can't I just stay here
for a while?"
I walk around to the front of the chair and pull you to a
standing position. Grinning almost slyly, I ask if we can make a
deal of sorts. You take a nice, warm shower, and I'll definitely
make it worth your while.
You look at me quizically, and I can see both the questions
and the curiousity in your eyes. You know, however, that your
questions are futile. Once I get it in my head to surprise you,
nothing can make me divulge my secret until I'm ready. You know
this, and while it drives you crazy sometimes, it's often worth the wait.
You sigh, teasing me by looking exasperated, and amble
towards the shower. I smile at your retreating form, and don't leave
the living room to ready my surprise until I hear you step in the
running shower.
I hear you step from the shower - it won't be long now before
you find out my surprise. Good thing it didn't take long to get ready.
You walk into our bedroom wearing just your bath towel, and are
slightly surprised to see me just sitting on the bed. Nevertheless,
you know whatever I have planned will come in due time and you
head for your closet to get dressed.
"I've got a better idea. Why don't you come over here?" I
ask softly, causing you to turn your head quickly and look at me.
On the bedside table sits a bottle you hadn't noticed before, but
you recognize at once. Your puzzled look turns to a grin, and you
walk over next to me.
"So this is making it worth my while?" you ask softly and
grin.
"I thought it might."
In answer, the towel falls from where you had it tied
together above your breasts, and you kiss my forehead before
lying on your stomach on our bed. I pick up the bottle of massage
oil - one we use often. It's almost gone again, and I make a mental
note to get more next time we go to the mall. Pulling off the cap, the
scent of strawberries and cream fills the air, and you sigh
contentedly. Rubbing the oil between my hands to warm it, I begin
to work on your shoulders and I find out you weren't kidding when
you said you had really had a work out today. Even just your
shoulders and neck are a mess of knots. Gently, I manage to work
them out. The rest of your back isn't much better, but you keep
letting out these small sighs of happiness as I work out most of the
knots and the scent of strawberries grows stronger.
Finally satisfied that you'll feel a lot better than you would
have in the morning, I lean down next to your ear and whisper,
"Better, honey?" But I recieve no response. It's then that I realize
you've fallen asleep, very relaxed from the massage. I smile and lay
down next to you, one of my hands resting on the small of your
back. It doesn't matter that you've fallen asleep - you probably
need the rest. And afterall, we have our entire lives to be
together -why rush things?