"Wake up honey! It's our special day!" rang a soprano voice. Slowly... ever so slowly Haruka opened her eyes and gazed at the aqua haired beauty.

"Michiru..." Haruka said in a dazed voice, the grogginess from her slumber heard in her husky voice.

Michiru was becoming playful, trying to think of a way to get her lover out of bed to get ready. Today was their fifth anniversarry. This day 5 years ago the couple had been married in a magnificent ceremony in the islands of Hawaii. Everyone had attended, and Rei-chan even had performed the ceremony. Michiru smiled without noticing it, Haruka was just sitting up in bed and noticed it.

"What is it, Michiru?" the blond said as she wrapped her fingers around her short hair. Without a warning the violinist jumped on to the bed and landed with her legs on either side of Haruka's waist.

"Nothing dear." She said and smiled seductively. Michiru leaned forward and lightly kissed her lovers lips. Not suprisingly, Haruka wrapped her arms around her wife in a tight embrace and kissed her back. She felt Michiru's tongue slip into her mouth, it explored Haruka's mouth in a soothing way. Haruka jerked back in a rather unexpected motion that caught Haruka off balance.

"You need to get ready!" She scolded Haruka in a joking manner.

"Ooohhhh..." Haruka moaned, still in a sleepy state.

Before the blond could grab her back down, Michiru rolled off the side and jumped off the bead. She ran into the adjoining bathroom to get ready. This of course meant an hour's wait Haurka thought. It made her chuckle. Before Michiru would be ready, she would have put on another of her elegant blouses and skirts that showed a moderate amount of leg. Haruka always gauked at her lover's outfits, they were so beautiful. Michiru would NEVER be seen outside the house without atleast a base of make up on her face. Haruka never understood all these things. She walked over to the closet, scratching her head in habit as most males do when they awake.

Haruka swiftly opened left door, where Haruka kept her clothing. She pulled out a tan pair of dress pants and a button down white long sleeve shirt. In a matter of moments she had slid them on over her sports bra and panties. Soon after she fixed it to reduce the wrinkles the baggy dress shirt left while on her body. Haruka reached under the bed and pulled out her loafers, which she slid on to her feet with ease. On the coat hanger was the light tan overcoat that matched her outfit perfectly. Absentmindedly she went over and pulled her arms through the sleeves. Her momentary ditziness was caused by the semi-soprano voice of her lover coming from the shower, she was singing a love song they had written together.

Haruka went back over to the bed and sat on the edge, resting her head on her palms. All she could do was wait for Michiru. Haruka let out an over dramatiszed sigh and fell backwards on to the bed. The ceiling fan was quite interesting at the moment.... all she had to do was wait....
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(I'll put part two up as soon as I write it...)