Summary: Haruka has been wondering about something. When she lets the question slip accidentally, how will Michiru react?
Disclaimer: Haruka and Michiru are are Takeuchi-sama's. She'll get them bank when I'm finished, I swear...
AN: This is my first time writing for Haruka/Michiru. The idea came while I was watching some AMVs of the pair and thinking about some of the events of the manga and anime (especially the anime). This should work in manga-verse and anime-verse as long as you know that they are NOT cousins. --'
Questioning
"Michiru, does it bother you that I am a woman?"
Haruka could hardly believe she spoke the words aloud. Thankfully she was able to prevent the telltale heat from rising to her face. Blushing was playful and she did not want to be playful; it was a serious question.
Michiru continued washing her hair without acknowledging her partner's words. Once she had finished lathering and rinsing thoroughly, she poured some more shampoo into her hand and set about massaging it into Haruka's scalp.
"A person loves who they love. The state of one's body should not affect that much. I love Haruka because she is Haruka, not because she is a woman. If you were a man I would love you the same."
Satisfied, Hauka let her eyelids droop as Michiru drew circles on her scalp. Leaning into Haruka's back, chin on the taller woman's shoulder, Michiru's hands slid down Haruka's neck and under her arms. Michiru's lips brushed a hot ear as she breathed. "You would make a fine man Ruka, but I would miss these".
And when she felt her lover's hands teasing her breasts Haruka could not stop the heat rushing to her cheeks. Not that she wanted to.
As I seem to be struck with inspiration, I may be starting a series of Haruka?Michiru drabbles. We shall see.