Umm....yes. ^_^ Shoujo-ai/lesbians here. HarukaxMichiru from Sailor Moon. Yes, I shall use Japanese names. ::shudders and mutters something about the word :: Anyway! ^__^ At Christmas time, sometime during S. Them being cute/contemplative. If you don't like it, don't bother flaming me unless you want to give me a good night of giggles. If you do flame, at least TRY to be logical. Then I can beat your arguments ^_____^ ::peace sign:: Sankies!

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The stone of the balcony was cold against Haruka's back as she lay, her legs hanging off the end of it through the bars, staring up at the sky. Snowflakes drifted lazily down onto her form, melting as they touched her skin and clothes. She smiled slightly at each cold prickle on her lips and cheeks.
'Ruka-chan? The voice was light behind her, and she arched her back to glance at the speaker.
Michiru smiled, kneeling down beside her.
She asked quietly.
Haruka relaxed, nodding and returning her gaze to the heavens. A thin arm around her shoulders told her that Michiru had sunk down beside her, her body warm against Haruka's cold one. The taller soldier turned onto her side, hanging one arm lightly over Michiru's waist. Michiru's turquoise eyes turned up to face hers, and she smiled once more.
What were you thinking about? She inquired softly, tracing a finger over her lover's shoulder.
Haruka hesitated, then replied with another question.
Will we see Christmas again like this, Michiru?
Michiru's smile faded, and she drew closer.
I don't know. She answered somberly, her fingers closing tightly around the front of Haruka's shirt, as if suddenly afraid of being separated, I love you, Ruka-chan.
I love you too. The blonde kissed her forehead gently, her grip tightening at her waist.
The turqoise-haired senshi sat up, pulling Haruka up along with her.
She commanded, Look out there.
Haruka obeyed, glancing out over the now-white roofs of the Delta.
It's...nice, I suppose.
Down there.
Shifting her gaze, Haruka saw a small girl running through the snow, followed closely by another, a snowball gripped tightly in her small, mittened hand. A smile played on Haruka's lips, watching the children's boots leave imprints in the pure white snow.
That's it. Michiru said quietly.
That's what? Haruka questioned, perplexed.
That's what we're protecting.
Haruka's eyes widened slightly, staring at her lover for a moment before pulling her fiercely against herself, burying her face in her sea-coloured hair.
I love you.... I love you....Oh God... She continued, repeating the words over and over again, her voice barely a whisper, her body quivering violently.
Michiru held onto her just as tightly, and then pulled back a bit, sliding a hand under Haruka's chin and tilting her face up until their eyes met. She waited for a moment, then...
Fight by me.
Haruka's voice was soft, but determined.