Damp my heart (Moja mi corazón) - Marta Sáncez

Today I woke up with the stars.
The kind that still shine even with the sun up.
I imagined I was one of them, illuminating all around.
I hear your voice inside of me, I want to scream...
I want to dream I'm yours until the end.

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Like eternal rain, I want to be wet.
Like fresh rain, that hasn't been touched.
Damp my heart. Damp my heart.
Let me be filled with the drops of your love.

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Paint me all over with the sand. Let the sky fall into the sea.
And with your kisses, forever be able to reach
the universe that it's created when you're around.
I hear your voice inside me, I want to scream...
I want to fly inside you until the end.

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I hear your voice inside me. I want to scream...
'till the end.
Like eternal rain... like fresh rain that hasn't been touch.
Damp my heart.
Like eternal rain, I want to be wet.
Like fresh rain, that hasn't been touched.
It's like rain that hasn't been touched.
Like fresh rain, I want to be wet.
Damp me heart.
Let me be filled with the drops of your love.

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CHAPTER 4

The sound of the birds singing to the breaking dawn woke her up, and she cuddled deeper into the sheets, not wanting to come out of dreamland yet. She had have the most amazing, beautiful dream ever...

She felt the soft breeze coming from the window caressing her skin, provoking goosebumps, and she frowned. Had her sleeping gown rolled all the way up? That was weird...

But then a particularly strong, yet incredibly sweet, and most definitively sense-intoxicating scent reached her, along with the feeling of a long, slender arm around her waist. Her naked waist. And an equally naked body, softly pressed against hers.

And now she really didn't want to open her eyes, afraid of doing so, and making it all go away with the breaking morning. Making it all a dream... It couldn't be a dream, could it? That scent, that beautiful scent she could recognize anywhere, was too strong and too near to be just a product of her wishful thinking.

Eyes still closed, she bit her lower lip. This is ridiculous, open your eyes!, she scolded herself. She growled inwardly, and then slowly, very slowly, forced her eyes open.

And the sight that welcomed her then truly was a dream. And as she contemplated the sleeping girl beside her, she couldn't help the smile that came to her lips. And she drank in her every detail, admiring the soft, short blonde locks gently kissing closed green eyes, and the peaceful expression in her sleeping features.

Haruka looked so incredibly beautiful right now. And so utterly cute!

The blonde was laying on her side, dark blue sheets covering her naked breasts, and then falling carelessly to the side, exposing the exquisite, pearly white skin of her side, round hips and back. One long, perfect leg over the sheets, tangled with Michiru's. One hand hidden somewhere under the pillow, the other around the aquamarine haired girl's waist.

There were small, black and violet marks on the blonde's arms and sides, and she frowned upon them. They looked somewhat clearer now, and she guessed their fast healing process, thanks to their Senshi powers, was finally kicking in. But she still didn't like those. She much rather have the blonde with nothing but her white skin, and the occasional, cinnamon little spots that decorated her skin so perfectly. So beautifully.

Sweet spots she had found the night before. And the ones she had found even before that, like the one under her left earlobe. And going down on the blonde's neck right now, mouth searching for that particular small spot was tempting. But watching Haruka as she slept was so fascinating...

She bit her lower lip again. And as flashes of the night before came to her mind, her cheeks burning red. They had shared so much last night... She could hardly describe it and put it into words.

Wonderful wasn't even close.

And if it truly was a dream, if it all had been a dream, then by God, she never wanted to wake up again. Just keep on dreaming, and never wake up, to live on this wonderful dream they had started last night. To be able to wake up like this again. Hell! To be able to always wake up just like this. With Haruka's peaceful face, sleeping beside her. Her arms around her, her scent numbing her mind...

She didn't want to go back to yesterday. She didn't want to spend lonely nights, laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling and dreaming of blonde hair, and green eyes, and husky words coming from pink lips, and soft, long fingers caressing her skin... She didn't want to long for accidental touches. She didn't want any more friendly embraces, teasing flirty words coming and going, with hidden secret meanings...

She wanted Haruka.

All of her. With her teasing words in the mornings, and her husky whispers in the dark -just like last night. With her short blonde hair dancing in the wind, and her green eyes shining down on her. With her free spirited nature, her tomboyish attitude, her stubbornness, her aloofness, and all her gracefulness. Her strength, but also her weak moments. Her laugh, her smiles. And her voice...

She wanted all of Her. For the rest of her life. And even that was not long enough.

On its own accord, her hand reached out to gently brush blonde bangs away from closed eyes. The small movement made the sleeping tall girl stir, face nuzzling against the pillow, the hold around Michiru's waist tightening just a little, before she relaxed again.

And Michiru simply looked at her, watching her every move. It was as if she simply couldn't get enough of her...

"Breakfast time already?" the husky, sleepy whispered got her by surprised, and she blinked at the blonde, as Haruka kept her eyes closed.

"No," she answered, softly. "It's early."

"Good," was the simple comment from Haruka, before she cuddled closer to the smaller girl, face now buried on Michiru's neck, letting out a content, relaxed sigh.

And the aqua girl smiled at the gesture, nesting the blonde in her chest, her hands now playing with short, soft locks. Yes, if it truly was a dream, let her sleep forever...

And so she continued to stare at the sleeping blonde, fascinated, until sleep took her prisoner again, and she let herself fall back asleep, with the tall blonde girl pressed against her.

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She woke up laying on her stomach and feeling cold. Of course the fact that she was completely naked, and the sheets were currently tangled around her legs and hips, might explain it. But that wasn't it...

She was alone.

She frowned at that, opening her eyes and lifting her head off the pillow she was resting on. Green eyes searching for one aquamarine haired girl. And when she spotted her, in the middle of the room, putting on her school uniform's shirt with slow movements in order to avoid any noise, she felt her heart sinking.

Why was Michiru leaving? She didn't regret last night... did she?

Feeling an extreme and uncharacteristic shyness all of a sudden, she covered her naked form with the sheets, sitting properly over the mattress. She blinked away her fears, along with the forming tears she could already feel, green eyes glued to the figured of the still unaware aquamarine haired girl as she kept on buttoning up her shirt.

"Michiru?" she called out to her, hating the sound of her own quivering voice.

The girl turned around, surprised at hearing the blonde. And then her blue eyes went wide opened upon noticing the worried expression on Haruka's face. Fear and uncertainty, deep within her green orbs.

"Why are you..." she stuttered, and swallowed her own nervousness, following the aqua girl with her eyes as she walked to the bed, kneeling on the mattress, to then look at her; a sweet smile on her lips.

"I thought I'd make you breakfast," Michiru said, her face inches apart from Haruka's, their noses tenderly rubbing against each other.

The blonde let out a sigh of relief, as she held the smaller girl closer, making Michiru pretty much straddle her as she buried her face in the aqua girl's neck.

But then she fully registered what Michiru had just said, and she frowned, looking up at her.

"I thought that was my responsibility," she pointed out.

Michiru tilted her head. "You looked so cute, I didn't have the heart to wake you..." she trailed off, blushing slightly. She wasn't really used to show all her affections to the blonde so openly... Although, she could easily get used to it.

And when Haruka looked up at her frowning, a questioning look upon her face, she simply giggled at her. Yes, the blonde did look incredibly cute when sleeping. Just like now.

"But I'm always the one making breakfast and dragging you out of bed," the blonde said. "It's just the way things are," she added, playfully. And when the aquamarine haired girl hit her on the shoulder, she laughed.

"Well, excuse me for wanting to make you breakfast," Michiru said, with a fake offended tone of voice.

"Excuse me for enjoying our little morning routine," she admitted, looking into deep blue eyes. "So let's not change that," she said, throwing the girl on her lap down into the bed.

Michiru laughed happily as she landed on the soft mattress, one tall girl soon landing on top of her as well. She let her fingers get tangled in short blonde hair, keeping her close, as Haruka got sightly distracted by Michiru's neck, leaving soft, tenderly small kisses.

"Should I go to my own bed for you to come and wake me up, then?" she asked, enjoying the blonde's ministrations. "You know, so we can keep the routine unchanged?"

Haruka looked down at her, frowning slightly. "Ok, we can add a few changes."

She giggled at the blonde's face. "Can we add some other changes as well?" she asked then. "Like this?" she pointed, barely brushing Haruka's lips with her own. Blue eyes never leaving green ones.

The blonde smiled down at her then. Green eyes shining, her thumbs softly caressing her cheeks. "Definitively this," she said, before her lips went down, meeting Michiru's on a deep kiss.

"I think I really like our new routine," Michiru said after the kiss, smiling tenderly up at the tall girl.

The blonde chuckled, blushing lightly. For some reason, she couldn't stop doing that...

"Anything special the lady wants for breakfast this morning?" she asked. "Since you're actually awake, I can ask you..."

Michiru narrowed her eyes at that comment, but chose to ignore it. "Do we still have that tea from that little shop?" she asked, and when the blonde nodded, she smiled. "With some french toasts? Uh, and that homemade marmalade, too! Or maybe just strawberry..." she trailed off when Haruka chuckled again, and she smiled sheepishly. "Am I pushing it too far?"

Haruka just shook her head, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Anything for you, Michi."