A/N: Written for the Sailor Moon Flash Bingo, 052. Seiya/Michiru.


Silent Arguments

They both knew there was nothing in the movements: Michiru lifting her cerulean curls to reveal the tender neck, Seiya's fingers running softly along her skin before stopping at her zipper. Michiru eyeing him in the mirror before lifting her shoulders a tiny bit; Seiya responding by brushing against her again as he unzips her dress.

Anyone watching would think the pair of them were flirting with each other, except they weren't. They were teasing each other, yes, but teasing each other for something other than love or sexual desire. The words they spoke were soft-spoken, feathery, and yet at the same time filled with a hidden commitment.

Michiru for her princess. Seiya for his. And sometimes touch and what it could transmit was a far better communicator than empty words.

Michiru knew Seiya expected her to lose; she was the woman after all, the one with the disadvantage. But he misjudged her resolve; how could she lose, with her princess and her dear Haruka right outside the door?

Perhaps the ending was a state-mate instead. Because neither of them had budged from their silent little argument.