"Sometimes reason escapes my desire to kiss you."

- Endymion to Serenity, Paradise Army: Halcyon by His Lordship Chaos

Maybe it was the way the sun kissed her skin, brightening, enlightening the creamy expanse barely covered by the towel wrapped around her still damp figure.

Maybe it was the way tiny droplets fell, ever so lightly, from aqua-locks darkened from her shower. Haruka's long fingers were suddenly, slowly, tracing those droplets, racing them down delicate shoulders and losing to the expansive softness concealing toned muscles. They contracted now, a shiver running through them, goosebumps raising under Haruka's fingertips.

Maybe it was that light intake of breath, such a soft sound, but enough to make Haruka's own heart race, prompting her to drag her lips more firmly back up the slender neck, answering its desire to be kissed.

Maybe it was her scent, the freshness of showering mixing with that hint that could only be classified as 'Michiru' in Haruka's mind. She breathed in, deeply, taking in that scent again, momentarily losing herself in it as she pressed ever closer to Michiru's towel-clad form. So close that she could feel Michiru's reaction, that slight arching of her neck and back, the sigh that both relaxed and tensed her body.

Maybe it was the taste of her, how no amount of lip gloss could disguise the natural sweetness of Michiru's lips. Even now, just lightly touching, Haruka could taste her, so warm, so warm. Long fingers dropped to the edge of the towel, echoing that touch along long legs, tracing the contrast between rough cotton and petal legs, feeling them tense as the indiscernible patterns ventured on the inside of Michiru's thighs.

Maybe it was the way Haruka never knew how she became undressed or how they had made their way onto the bed, their silk sheets dampened by Michiru's hair and their gasps.

Maybe it was how Michiru lost all reason, how her words became unintelligible save only for one name, and maybe that was it, maybe it was the way "Haruka" spilled off her lips, in that breathless moan no one else ever heard.

Maybe it was the way the sun kissed her skin, brightening, enlightening the creamy expanse barely covered by the tangle of sheets and limbs around her damp figure, rising and falling as they simply breathed.