Dinner was all but silent. Everyone speaking of the company and the society gossip. Well, everyone but a certain aqua haired woman
Michiru bit her lip, hard. Every sickening look her fiancé sent her, every bite of food tasted toxic. She wanted to run, so so badly. Away forever, from all of these people.
"Michiru and I were discussing children today. We hope to have one early on in our marriage." Keiki announced. A set of sapphire eyes locked on him in pure shock.
"Actually, I recall telling you that we would not have children until I was completely ready." She shot back. The table went silent, her father clenched his fists.
"Do not talk back to your fiancé Michiru. Have you learned nothing from me?" He asked with a growl. She gulped and closed her eyes.
"I apologize." She whispered. Haruka looked from one crazy man to the other in complete and utter shock.
The way they treated Michiru, like she was some rag doll they could do whatever with, absolutely appalled Haruka. Michiru pretended to grab her stomach in pain.
"If you'll excuse me. My stomach is in terrible pain." She said quietly standing and running from the room. Keiki snorted and took a long sip from his beer.
"Women." He commented. Her mother sent Michiru a worried glance, but washed it out of her system quickly. Once the aquamarine goddess was alone, she gazed out the window at the moon.
"Beautiful isn't it?" She turned around at the familiar husky voice. Haruka smiled at her, placing a hand on her waist. She inhaled sharply. For some reason, Haruka could only make her feel this way.
"Can you understand why I did it, Haruka?" She asked quietly, eyes fluttering closed. The blonde brushed her fingers against the fabric of the smaller girl's dress.
"Perhaps. But I think you are more afraid than hopeless." She replied, pulling Michiru against her. She wanted to kiss the soft lips of her friend. So much.
To her disappointment, she couldn't. Michiru was engaged and unable to fufill her wishes. But why then? Why had fate brought them together?
"Haruka… Did you know that you are a very beautiful woman?" She asked, turning around and meeting the emerald eyes. Those eyes were alarmed at the sudden comment, before softening.
"I did not know that, Michiru." She answered, leaning closer to the aqua haired girl when she said her name, with such undeniable passion.
"You are. Very, very, beautiful." She whispered now, lost in the beautiful eyes of the taller woman. Haruka brought her hand to the small girls cheek in a gentle caress.
Michiru gasped, closing her eyes again. Her lips parted as Haruka's became dangerously close to her own. She was ready for it, completely open and ready.
When Haruka pulled away.
"Lets go sit back down." She whispered huskily, leaving Michiru blushed and heated, dying for more. She followed wordlessly behind, wondering why Haruka didn't kiss her then.
"How does your stomach feel Michiru?" Viella asked worriedly. The aqua haired woman dismissed the question with a reassuring nod.
Viella understood the signal and winked back, letting Michiru know. Keiki stared his fiancé down with sickening thoughts running through his head.
Haruka noticed this and sent him a glare. If looks could kill…. The man sent her an asking expression, as if he was completely innocent.
Michiru -being fully aware of Haruka and Keiki's silent battle- ate her food quietly. That wave of sadness washed over her, drowning her.
Pushing the plate away, she stood up. Her chair screeched the floor, her hair bounced as she did so. But her eyes, were dark and piercing.
"Do not look at me that way Keiki. Better yet, stop treating me this way you disgusting man! Or I will never marry you." She seethed.
The clank of her mother's dropped fork against her plate was the only response she received.
Her eyes opened again. Every table member was in complete shock at her sudden outburst. Haruka's jaw had dropped to the floor, Viella covered her mouth and eyes with her hands, and her father slapped his napkin against the table.
The man stood up, and his hand connected harshly with his daughters face. The loud slap echoed through the room causing all servants to quickly exit the room and the awkward situation.
Michiru clenched her teeth, holding on to her burning cheek. Her head was now turned to the side from the force of his hand.
"Get out of this room! You vile woman! I will not tolerate this terrible behavior!" He yelled. Michiru shook with anger, the cold glare moved to him now.
"You….. are an evil man." She whispered before striding out and slamming the door. She had never shown such behavior in her life.
The realization that she had been trembling came soon after she slammed the dining room's doors. She hugged herself, shivering with the adrenaline rush.
Quickly escaping, she found the nearest stair case and rushed up. Once she had arrived safely into her room, she couldn't fight her smile. Yes she was seething with anger and frustration, but she could not help it.
Why was I smiling? I had just made 2 huge mistakes back there. One being I insulted my fiancé and threatened to call off the wedding, and two was dishonoring my father. But those were two things that I needed to do, in order to move on.
—-
"Wake up miss." Lila whispered to the peacefully sleeping woman. Michiru stirred and stretched under the covers, yawning loudly.
"So father and mother can scold me all morning? I'd rather continue sleeping." She answered groggily. Lila giggled and set a warm cup of coffee beside her mistress.
"Well I fetched this for you Miss. I thought you might enjoy it in bed this morning." She said sweetly. Michiru smiled brightly at her and took the cup into her hands.
"You seem guilty Lila… Is there something you wish to tell me?" Michiru asked with a sly smirk. The maid coughed into her sleeve, avoiding an answer.
But the door being opened and kicked closed with ones foot was her answer. Haruka scowled at Michiru's smug little smile. She stomped over to the bed and snatched the coffee cup, taking a long sip.
Lila trotted out the door quickly, giggling to herself. The aquanette raised an eyebrow at the frustrated blonde before her. "Well aren't you a joyful sight." She commented sarcastically.
Haruka didn't answer and crawled over Michiru, kicking her shoes off in the process. She snuggled herself under the thick blankets and spooned Michiru's body.
"You're warm." Was her quiet observation. The smaller girl giggled and flipped herself over so she was facing Haruka.
"And you are a surprisingly good snuggler." Michiru cooed back, hugging Haruka's slim waist. The blonde blushed and moved her fingers through the silky aqua perfection that was Michiru's hair.
"Snuggler is not a word." She informed, faking a glare. Michiru laughed again and traced her hand over Haruka's face and up to her forehead, pushing the blonde bangs back.
"Perhaps. But I feel that I can be informal with you Haruka. Do you disagree?" She asked, now tracing her thumb along Haruka's bare forehead. The alarmed expression Haruka now wore was nothing less than priceless.
"Well no. I think we have passed all formalities. Besides, I like a wild Michiru." She teased. The other girl giggled and snuggled closer into Haruka.
"How did you get in here?" Michiru finally asked. A loud laugh followed and Haruka rested her chin at the top of the aqua head. "Your father likes me, tells me I'm welcome anytime to set his ' outrageously spoiled delinquent of a daughter' straight." She quoted perfectly imitating him.
Michiru sighed and peered into the emerald eyes that she just couldn't get enough of. "Im sure that my punishment is going to be severe…" She began to say but Haruka put a finger to her lips.
"No, I'm taking you out today." She announced. Michiru's expression grew surprised. The blonde winked and sat up, taking the aqua princess up too.
"You need to get up." Haruka instructed, pulling the covers back and revealing Michiru's long, beautiful body. She yawned and placed her feet on the wooden floor.
"Where are we going? I need to know how to dress." Haruka opened the door to Michiru's massive closet and hummed for a second in thought.
"A garden dress I suppose." Was all she said. Michiru raised an eyebrow and entered her closet. She took out dress after dress, deciding finally on a yellow sundress.
She took it off the hangar and smiled widely. The beautiful fabric was set carefully on a chair when she pulled off her nightgown, turning her now bare back to Haruka.
The blonde smirked before exiting the closet. Michiru was dressed in a flash and then retired to her vanity for facial preparation.
She applied a light powder and blush to her clear skin. Next, she tied a big matching yellow bow in her hair.
Haruka observed the somewhat long process and checked the grandfather clock by the wall. "We need to get going." She warned. Michiru rolled her eyes and slipped into some white high heels.
"I'm ready now." She said after latching herself onto Haruka's right arm. The taller woman smiled and slid a hand around Michiru's shoulders, pulling her along.
—-
"Oh my! Its beautiful!" She spun around, taking in the lovely setting. Flowers surrounded them while a huge pool decorated the lovely garden.
"What a lovely place this is! And it belongs to you?" Michiru asked in awe. The wind blew through her hair, sweeping it across her delicate face. A perfect moment.
Haruka nodded proudly and smiled at the happiness Michiru was portraying. She wandered over to the white roses and ran a finger along the petals. "These are my favorite." She said softly.
"Here." Haruka easily picked the bud and placed it perfectly behind Michiru's ear. She gasped at the sudden warm feeling and touched her new accessory.
"You pricked yourself!" She said alarmingly taking Haruka's hand in her own. The tall woman didn't even notice. She glanced at the thorny stem and smiled awkwardly.
"Theres still a tiny piece of that thorn in there. I don't want it getting infected." She fussed. The aqua beauty bit her lip before taking Haruka's pointer finger into her mouth and sucking it out.
"M-Michiru!" Haruka was slowly losing her mind at the motion. The other girl took one last look at the now bleeding finger before taking her handkerchief and wrapping it around.
"There. Its out." She whispered. Unconsciously, she took a step closer, her chest pressing against the other woman's. Haruka placed her hand on the small of Michiru's back.
The smaller girl's eyes were half lidded and she waited for the other to finally make a move. Haruka let her lips linger only inches away from Michiru's.
Common sense won the internal battle and she pulled away. Michiru couldnt contain her grumble of protest as Haruka scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.
"Lets go get some lunch.. I think it would be good to get you out of the su-"
She couldn't even finish her sentence before Michiru's lips were smashed against her own. Sparkling emerald eyes shot open in panic but pleasure soon prevailed over it.
Never had a more amazing feeling overtaken them both, each wanting more. Needing more. Finally, they needed the ability to breathe again and pulled away.
Haruka most definitely was not expecting that. Michiru was overly shocked that she just kissed the tall woman full on, and she liked it. Maybe now was a good time to escape. Her feet made a break for it but a strong hand caught her wrist. "Haruka, I'm sorry I-"
Now it was Haruka's turn to do the interrupting. Her lips found their new favorite victim and kissed her roughly, earning what sounded like a squeak of surprise from her friend.
—
"Moon river, wider than a mile. I'm crossing you in style… someday." Michiru sang softly, her beautiful and captivating voice was her own little secret. And it always had been.
She had run off like a frightened child after the kiss. It took all that was holy to resist herself from letting out an excited squeal.
"Old dream maker, you heartbreaker. Wherever you're going i'm going your way." It was an old song, her grandmother gifted her with a music box at age ten. Every little girl just had to have one.
After learning it on her violin, she moved on to singing it. Only to herself, in the confines of her bedroom. But she was not in her bedroom at all. In fact, the aqua haired beauty was soaking in a giant tub, bubbles filled up to her neck.
This wondrous jacuzzi belonged to her blonde friend, and she needed to breathe for a minute. "Two drifters, off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see."
Haruka was absolutely astonished. Upon walking in her bedroom, she heard the most magnificent, soft melody in the world. Soft feet slowly stepped towards the bathroom door, pressing her ear against it. "We're after that same rainbows end. Waiting round the bend, my huckleberry friend. Moon river, and me"
Michiru closed her eyes softly as she finished the song, a strong wave of nostalgia hit her like a tsunami. She nearly yelped when she caught two emerald eyes watching her. Her own sapphires quickly flickered down to her exposed collar bones.
"That was beautiful." A husky voice said. The socialite blinked back the sudden tears that invaded her big, innocent eyes. Where were they coming from?
"Thank you." She whispered shyly back, making sure the bubbles were covering every inch of her body. Which in fact, they were. Haruka took a step closer, her heart leapt. She casually took a seat at the side of the tub.
"My mother sang that one to me. 'Fore she passed on." She said, a strange darkness flashed in her eyes, but only for an instant. Michiru had no idea…
"I'm so sorry…" She began, but Haruka waved it off. It was silent, before Haruka spoke again, her voice at least two pitches lower. "I hate pity… They say sorry, they don't care."
Her stone cold expression grew shocked as a dripping hand collided with her own. Michiru's face consisted of pure worry and honest sadness for the other woman. "Don't dare say that to me. I truly am sorry. I…I care about you. So please, don't bottle things up." That sentence was surprisingly hard to say, less her blushed expression get the best of her.
"Momma died when I was around 4. I don't remember much about her. Just real tall…. she had this curly blonde hair, eyes matched mine. But I do remember how she would sing that to me every damn night." Not a trace of grief could be detected in her sentence. Michiru nodded for her to go on, sinking further into the bubble bath.
"She died in a shooting. Those damned rioters took her life. On 'er way to get my dad a new shirt and tie. But when I was four, I didn't understand shit. She was dead and that was that." She spoke on, almost casually. Michiru listened intently.
"Do you miss her?"
"Every day." Haruka replied subconsciously. "She probably would've made me wear dresses and all that." She added, scrunching up her nose.
"Haruka…. About earlier," Michiru began but the tall blonde raised a hand, silencing her. "That was my mistake. I was coming to inform you that your driver will be here soon. I'll go now, before you decide to stand up and make me lose all self control." She spoke, eyeing how the bubbles were popping and swearing to herself she'd never look at Michiru's naked body.
She jumped up and strode across the room, leaving quickly. A surprised aquanette just stayed there. "I didn't regret it…" she whispered to herself before rising from the tub.