Heartbeat
by Firechild
Rating: T
Summary: Haruka and Michiru talk music.

Michiru sat up on the bed where she and her lover and spent the night in each others arms, pleasuring and teasing each other late into the night. The first rays of dawn were settling over the city, and she smiled sleepily at the sight of her mate sitting in a white shirt and little else at the baby grand that sat adjacent to their bedroom. Pulling on a light silk ivory coloured robe, the violinist made her way to the blonde's side, listening as Tenoh Haruka's fingers caressed the ivory keys with a skilled hand that knew no boundaries. Michiru gasped softly as the cresendo in the music quickened then went back to soft pace it had been before.

"What are you playing?" said Michiru softly, slipping her hands across Haruka's shoulders.

"My heartbeat," said Haruka, not looking up. Her hands were poised over the keys, ready to play the next notes.

"It does that whenever I see you."

Michiru chuckled lightly. She grasped at Haruka's shoulders, pulling light at the white shirt the senshi of Uranus was wearing.

"So what does it do whenever you see me naked?"

Haruka's hands banged on the keyboard, making a nosy racket not normally heard in music or heatbeats, or anywhere else for that matter.

Michiru laughed and pulled Haruka backwards away from the piano.

"Now about we make some music together?" said Michiru as she nibbled down Haruka's neck.

Haruka moaned and pratically melted in Michiru's arms.

"We do make a lovely duet," said Haruka, the racer's eyes twinkling mischieviously.