"The movie's about to start!" Cried, little Hotaru, pulling Setsuna towards the door. Michiru would have preferred to stay home with her girlfriend, but Haruka was the only one who genuinely enjoyed watching movies for children, so of course Michiru hadn't been able to convince her to stay behind. And what was Michiru supposed to do at home all alone? So here she was, already bored out of her mind and they had just entered the theater. "Can we sit in the front?" Hotaru asked excitedly. Setsuna smiled down at her.

"Of course." Michiru heard Haruka groan beside her. She was as excited about being surrounded by a bunch of excitable kids and their parents, as she was herself.

"We'll stay here in the back," Michiru said and Setsuna immediately narrowed her eyes at her. Michiru and Setsuna were the best of friends. Michiru was very mature, and they had similar tastes in many things. Whether it was movies, books, or technology, they never ran out of interesting things to chat about. But if there was one thing Setsuna didn't trust Michiru with, was keeping her hands off Haruka when it wasn't appropriate.

"Yeah," Haruka agreed, "we'll wait for you by the door when the movie is over." Setsuna shook her head. Unlike Michiru, Haruka was like an overgrown child, who loved constant attention, and knew exactly how to get on her nerves when she grew bored. Of course Haruka had her moments, and she could have a pleasant time with her too. But she could be so innocent sometimes… She never seemed to realize when Michiru had ulterior motives.

"Fine," she Muttered, and she and Hotaru headed for the seats in the very front, while Haruka and Michiru sat in a corner in the back. A few minutes into the movie, Haruka had her eyes glued to the screen while she happily ate her Red Vines. Michiru on the other hand, was busy watching and admiring her as much as the dim light allowed. 'She looks so pretty in her little denim dress,' She thought. She leaned toward Haruka's seat, casually placing a hand on her thigh and kept it there.

Haruka glanced at her girlfriend's hand, then at her girlfriend, but Michiru's was looking at the screen, almost seeming interested in the movie, so she ignored it. But then, just when she had nearly forgotten about it, she felt Michiru's hand slowly creep up and under her dress. Immediately she slapped her girlfriend's hand away, without taking her eyes off the screen. Michiru pouted and rubbed her hand, though it really had been nothing more than a tap. "Not now Michiru… There's kids here."

"Not near our seats…"

"Michiru…no."