There's something I want to tell you (Hay algo que te quiero decir) - Alejandro Lerner
There's something I want to tell you, and I don't have the courage.
I know it might be fear of you saying no.
But there's something in the way you look at me
that tells me everything without uttering a word.
There's something I want to tell you, and I don't have the courage
I can't find a way to get started with you.
I search for you on a path I've never been before.
And it's just that, in the way you look at me,
you're asking me for something without uttering words.
There's something I want to tell you, and I don't have the courage.
I love you, even if you keep me in silence.
I love you, even if you tell me it's not true.
I love you, even if we never speak about these feelings.
But there's something in the way you look at me
that tells me everything without uttering a word.
There's something I want to tell you, and I don't have the courage
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CHAPTER 8
She was standing right in the middle of a ballroom. Silvery white walls, a magnificent grand stair, and double doors that leaded to the outside. People were dancing and talking all around her, and all she could do was simply stand there, blinking.
Something felt different. Something was off, and she couldn't exactly put her finger on what it was, until she saw the small group of women walking through the double doors, entering the room. The people all around stepping aside to let the women pass, she couldn't help the surprised gasp that escaped her lips, as she contemplated her own past self.
She was right there.
Looking just a little bit older than she was right now, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. The navy blue, elegant, yet simple gown she was wearing seemed to be painted over her body, hugging her breasts, waist and hips, to then fly all the way down to the floor. Her high heels softly clicking on the white marble floor as she made her way, leading the small group with such confidence and elegance, her hips swimming in the right, seductive, yet natural way, that it surprised her.
It's not like she ever saw herself walking before... or wearing a gown, for that matter.
Did she really walk like that?
To her left, Pluto was walking right beside her. Next to Pluto was some other girl she couldn't really see, for some odd reason. And to her right...
She had to smiled at the pretty picture Michiru's past self made. And pretty was not even close...
Her long, curly hair floating behind her as she walked, dancing along with the soft swim of her hips. Her deep blue eyes shining with the candlelight illuminating the spacious room. She was, in Haruka's eyes, by far the most beautiful woman in that room. Her body, so perfectly hugged by her sea green gown; the generous cleavage enough to make the young blonde's eyes hang in there for a moment.
She blushed, catching herself, and turning her green eyes towards the strange girl. Why couldn't she see her? And why was she having this dream? Normally, her memories came to her exactly a she had lived them. But now, for some odd reason, she was being a silent witness to it all.
"The Sailor Senshi from the Outer Solar System," some guard announced, and the four of them knelt in front of the Queen of the Silver Millennium. "Sailor Uranus, Sailor Neptune..."
Everything started to fade away then, and she forced herself to stay, to hear that other girl's name.
"Sailor Pluto..." the voice faded away, and she found there was something... wet... on her hand. And kind of ticklish, too.
She opened her eyes, finding herself staring at the ceiling of her apartment. She looked at her own hand then, only to find one aquamarine head resting on it. Curly, wet strands falling all over.
She smiled. Well, that explained the wet, ticklish feeling...
She contemplated the sleeping beauty for a moment. Blue eyes closed, long eyelashes kissing her cheeks. Her curls all around her face, framing her beautiful features, as a soft smile was playing on her lips. And she truly looked beautiful, kneeling right next to the couch the blonde herself was laying on, her head gently resting over Haruka's hand.
Now, why was the aqua girl sleeping on the floor?
"Uranus..." came the sleepy whisper from Michiru's lips.
And Haruka blinked. Michiru was obviously dreaming. What were the odds? It was a shared memory, after all...
Whatever it was the aqua girl was dreaming about, she was obviously enjoying it, judging by the small smile playing on her lips. And although the sight of Michiru's sleeping face was endearing, and simply quite fascinating, the blonde didn't have the heart to let the girl sleep there...
"Michi," she called out to her softly, gently cupping the girl's cheek with the hand resting under her face.
"Mm..." was the sleepy reply she got from the aquamarine haired girl.
She chuckled, as Michiru nuzzled her cheek against the blonde's hand, but didn't open her eyes.
"Michi, wake up," she called again.
Sleepy blue eyes flickered opened, looking up at her and blinking. "Ruka?"
The blonde smiled. "Rise and shine, princess," she joked, tenderly. "Someone was having a nice dream."
Michiru blinked at her for a moment, before a pink shade came to her cheeks, cutely. And the blonde chuckled at the sight of an embarrassed aqua girl, as she combed her curly, wet hair with her hands in a somewhat nervous manner.
"Was it really that nice?" the blonde couldn't help but ask. And when Michiru's blush deepened, and the girl hit her arm, she laughed. "Hey! I was just asking!"
"There was a ball, and you were there," the girl mumbled, "with a blue... tight... dress..." and she blushed even more at her own words -and the memory still burning in her mind's eyes of the tall blonde girl wearing said dress.
Haruka looked at her, and deciding to put the teasing comment burning her tongue aside -along with that little embarrassed vibe going through her entire being, right about now-, she knelt down on the floor, right next to the still blushing girl.
"You saw that too?" she asked, urgently. "Did you saw that other girl?"
Michiru blinked once, before a frown came to her face. "The short one?" she asked, looking into green eyes. "I only saw... a purple gown and... black hair? I'm... not sure..."
"Yeah, that one," Haruka said, nodding her head. "I couldn't really see her either. Who was she?"
"I don't know... Maybe we should ask Pluto ..."
One blonde eyebrow went up at that. "You think she'd tell us anything?"
Michiru shook her shoulder. "We can try..."
"Yeah... no harm there, right?" the blonde ventured, rubbing the back of her neck. "So what were you doing, exactly, sleeping on the floor like that?"
Again, the smaller girl blushed. "I was just... I saw you sleeping here and I..." she mumbled. "I guess I fell asleep as well..."
Haruka blinked. "You were watching me sleep?" she asked, surprised. And kind of embarrassed, as well. "Am I really that fascinating?"
Blue eyes narrowed at her then, as Michiru hit the blonde's arm again. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Haruka laughed again. "I'm asking, aren't I?"
"I'm not busting up your ego," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Wouldn't want you to choke on it," she joked.
"Ok, ok, sorry..." the blonde apologized, chuckling. But then she simply looked at the aqua girl, a sided, tender smile playing on her lips. "Come on, I'll make some quick dinner so you can go to bed. You look tired, and you're still injured after yesterday," she said, worriedly.
Michiru smiled at that. "I'm ok."
"I insist," the blonde said, standing up now, and taking Michiru's hands in hers to help her up as well. "Now go get change," she said, in a faked motherly manner. "I'll get everything ready."
The aqua girl giggled at the tall girl's face expression and her words, before nodding her head and marching her way back to her own bedroom, to put on her night clothes. And so the blonde decided to get started on their quick early dinner, but before that, she wanted to get out of those jeans.
After sleeping on them, her comfy, wide, cotton sleeping pants seemed like heaven to her. With that in mind, she marched towards her own bedroom. She took her pants off, carelessly throwing them over a chair, and was about to put on her lovely cotton ones, when Michiru's voice coming from her doorway stopped her, making her turn around.
"I'm sorry, I just..." the aquamarine haired girl mumbled, blushing furiously, as she nervously played with the hem of her nightgown.
The blonde looked at the smaller girl, somewhere in between embarrassed herself, and amused. It wasn't the first time Michiru saw her with no pants. And it was definitely not the first time the girl had a good view of the blonde's bare legs.
Her Sailor fuku alone made sure of that, every time.
And of course, it wasn't the first time she saw the aqua girl in her -sexy- blue nightgown either. But after last night... somehow, that little, silky gown seemed sexier now...
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "What is it?" she asked. "Something wrong?"
"N-no!" was Michiru's fast reply, before she looked down again. "I was just wondering..."
Haruka smiled. Michiru stuttering and mumbling like that was completely out of character. And incredibly cute, with that light pink tinting her cheeks. The simple scene in front of her green eyes made her want to hold the smaller girl in her arms.
So she walked the distance that separated them, one arm going around Michiru's slender waist, the other right under her chin, making her look up at her again. Big blue eyes looking up at her now, full of uncertainty and doubt.
And Haruka found she didn't like that. At all. She never wanted to see doubt in those blue orbs. Not when it was just the two of them.
"What is it, Michi?" she asked again, softly. Her thumb mindlessly caressing the girl's warm cheek.
"Can I... Can I sleep with you tonight? I don't want to be alone.." she asked, shyly, her cheeks burning red. Her face tilting to the side, towards Haruka's hand. "I don't want to be without you," she added, in a soft, almost silent whisper, lowering her gaze again.
Haruka didn't answered. Instead, she lowered her face, capturing Michiru's lips in hers. Tongues slowly and sensually dancing together.
