by Firechild
Rated: T (Suggestive)
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is not mine, sadly.
Teal eyes searched hungrily across the room as Haruka looked for her mate. The dull tinkling of glasses and stale conversation wound in and out of the racer's ears, but she heard nothing but the gentle sound of Michiru's laugh. The blonde finally found her lover gently disengaging herself from the small circle of fellow musicians. Haruka smiled. Michiru was as charming as she was beautiful. The charity benefit concert had left everyone in thrall of the beautiful young woman with aqua tresses as she held everyone's attention with her solo performance, Haruka included. Marine Cathedral had simply laid in her arms and performed Michiru's every note with perfection. With the violin now put away, Haruka wanted to take those pristine arms and perform many, many other tasks inside them. She slowly made her way to the sea senshi and encircled her arms around her waist. Placing her lips to the violinst's earlobe, she soon made her intentions known. Michiru smiled. "But right here in front of everyone, koi? That would ruin our image." A smirk played at Haruka's lips. "The elevator might work better, or the balcony." Michiru pulled herself away from the embrace, and turned around to face Haruka. "No balcony. The press," she chided. Haruka's eyes danced. "So elevator it is then?" She kissed Michiru's hand. Michiru smiled coyly. "I was thinking the coat room myself." Haruka grinned evily at her mate's devious mind. "On top of all those rich old ladies furs? Michiru..." The senshi of Neptune smiled took Haruka by the hand. "Let's go home, Haruka." The blonde nodded and the pair headed for the stairs. "Besides," Michiru admitted, "I'm hungry." Haruka chuckled and jumped down the rest of the steps and held out her hand to guide down Michiru the rest of the way. Her eyes searched every fiber of her lover's being. "Me too."