Hey y'all! This new drabble is a Haruka x Michiru one, because I love them they're goals tbh.
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As always, English isn't my first language, and this fanfic was unbeta'ed.
Enjoy.!
The room smelled like roses in their spring awakening, mixed with a soft, salty breeze, and if she closed her eyes, Haruka could imagine the faint sound of waves crashing against the rocks.
She rested her head on her palm, observing her sleeping partner. Her bare back, a lovely sight, captivated her attention, and lightly, ran her fingers over her skin, tracing her moles and freckles. To her, Michiru was a piece of art.
Haruka sighed heavily. There was a weight in her chest that tightened with each passing day. She knew their mission. She knew what they had to do, and the risks of failing. And yet, in the dead hours of the night, she couldn't help but ask if there was another way.
In her past life, Sailor Uranus was one of the fiercest warriors, always protecting the Silver Millennium and her Princess and Queen. Solitude shaped her into a tenacious and intuitive Senshi. But in this life, it had been Michiru who had filled the hole in her soul.
Her hand played with Michiru's silky hair. Her mere presence there was enough to calm her down. She smiled, sadly, and muttered to herself "How lucky I am to meet you again in this life," Haruka pressed a kiss on Michiru's shoulder, and the latter made a sleepy noise. "The Princess and The Queen might have been the light of hope that we needed, but you are the force that inspires me to keep going."
A sigh passed through her lips, and Haruka stood up from the bed, grabbing her pants and a shirt. Morning would come soon, another day, another fight, and she wondered if she was strong enough to fulfill her destiny.
She stopped in front of the door, with the doorknob in hand, but before leaving the room, she whispered, "my hands are tainted, dirty, and yet, you let me touch you every day. I hope we can continue this in this life and the next one."
Ooooo
Michiru stepped out the bathroom, with a towel wrapped at her body, and another in her hand to dry her hair. Her eyes immediately fixed on Haruka's figure, who was watching out the window, her eyes set on the Mugen Academy. Without a second thought, Michiru walked over to her, and embraced her from behind, resting her forehead on her shoulder.
Haruka, on her part, felt a warm blush creeping on her face, but she welcomed the gesture, leaning her body into Michiru's.
Michiru took one of Haruka's hand, her slim fingers played idly with her slightly larger ones. With a reassuring voice, and a kiss on her clothed shoulder, Michiru said, "You know, Haruka, I've always liked your hands."