Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or the characters. I do own the plot of the story and the original characters that may appear in it.

A/N: The real fun begins now.

Rough Interlude

Three years were enough, Right? Three years were more than enough. Two CDs out, numbers of concert through out Japan and a stable "loving" relationship was enough. Right? She was cured of the heartache. She nodded. She was ready. She knew that. She had no regrets and she knew that this was for the best. After this, her life will be complete. Everything was perfect. Then, why did she felt like she was making the worst mistake of her life? Why did she felt she was betraying herself?

Her blue eyes looked to her side. She saw so many people smiling at her. She knew half of them and the rest were people she had never ever seen in her life. She did noticed her mother was smiling at her. She seemed to be happier than her. Michiru sighed and looked at her hand. She stared at the ring upon her finger. She did found someone that loved her with all his strength. She had a raising career and numerous of fans. She was known through out Europe, Asia and soon America. She shuddered. America. She hated that place. She looked up at a pair of dark blue eyes. Her lips quivered and she felt that tears were starting to run down her cheek.

"We need an answer, Kaiou-san"

Michiru felt like she was going to faint. Everything happened so quickly. The article of her lover's death, the denial and the continuous proof provided by her mother; her first kiss with Seiya, which tastes so bittersweet to her but she soon grew to accept the taste. It was so different from that honey flavored lips she missed so much.

Her CD sold over twelve million copies the first week and she was no longer able to walk around the streets of Tokyo without covering her eyes with sunglasses and her hair with a jacket or hoodie. Her life had change so dramatically. Every morning, she would wake up like she was on auto pilot and go rehearse for an upcoming show or she would talk with Seiya and Yaten for new CD ideas.

"Michiru?"

She gasped and looked at Seiya. "Yes?"

He smiled tenderly at her and jerked his head to the man that was standing beside them. "He needs an answer."

Michiru turned to who Seiya was signaling too. She nodded her head and felt how her heart was torn in two. "I do." She whispered. Those words tasted like the medicine her mother used to give her when she was a little girl.

"Well! With the power granted to me by the city of Tokyo, I now pronounce you: husband and wife."

Michiru let out a loud sigh. "Kami."

Seiya smiled proudly. He thought that she had said that out of happiness not out of regret.

"You may kiss the bride…"

She closed her eyes tightly and faked a smile. She was preparing herself to taste those bittersweet lips again.

"And Brad pressed his cold lips upon my throat and I forgot who I was. I said: "Yes! Brad. Turn me into a vampire" I felt how those sharp fangs bit my neck and suddenly I felt like I was liberated from my lame life. The End." Setsuna closed the thick book. "I hate teenage vampire stories!" She looked at Haruka. For the past three years her home has been a hospital room. Her only social interaction was with Haruka and Matthew. Of course, talking to a woman that has been asleep for three years was really getting on her nerves, especially when she didn't reply back.

Setsuna thought she was going mad with every passing day. She was grateful that Matthew had stayed with her during all this time. She was angry though. Clearly the man had a thing for her but he always stay quiet and never said anything. She snorted. She had had it. If Haruka wasn't going to wake up anytime soon she was going to so something crazy.

She grabbed the book and slammed on the floor. She walked to Haruka, leaned over the bed and stared at her. "Wake up! Wake up! I had it with you weakness! You dumb blonde good for nothing! Wake up! You think it's easy for me being here every day for the past three years taking care of you? Well! I've had it! You either wake up or I will throw you out of the window and end your misery!" She lied. She couldn't do that but it never hurt to dream. She slammed her hand on the bed. "Wake up! I've had it with taking care of your sorry ass!"

She sat up upon her bed with her eyes wide open. She gasped for air as if she had just come from under the deepest ocean in the world. Her long blonde hair covered her face and she felt like her heart had begun to beat again. Then she felt it. She felt her chest sting, then her head and finally her knee. She hissed for a moment and then she began to roam the room she was in. Her chest raised and fell with every mouth full of air she gave her lungs. She looked at her arms and saw that it was connected to a tube. She moved her hand and pulled it out, ignoring the blood.

"H…Haruka?!" Setsuna had fallen to the floor when the sleeping blonde sat up so suddenly. She had the scare of her life but still the fear hadn't subsided. Was she dreaming? Was Haruka really sitting there in her bed…with her eyes open? "Haruka!?" She called to the blonde again. She saw Haruka turn her green eyes towards her crimson ones. She gulped. "Haruka?"

Haruka frowned and touched her chest again She groaned for a moment and coughed. "Ouch…" She whispered as she studied her surroundings. "Where am I?"

"In the hospital." Setsuna simply said. She stood up and stared at the racer. Her eyes were lost and by the looks of it she was in pain. "You do remember me, right?" Setsuna now feared the worst. The least she needed right now was a Haruka with amnesia!

Haruka turned to the tanned woman. She raised a skeptical eyebrow and licked her dry lips. "Who are you?"

"No! No! Haruka! Please! It's me! Your manager! Setsuna!"

Haruka smirked, threw her head back and laughed loudly. "How can I forget you? I'm still pissed at that erotic photo shoot, you know…"

Setsuna wanted to strangle her for the near heart attack. "Haruka! You…" She sobbed and wrapped her arms around her neck. "You are awake! I didn't mean the whole throw you out of the window thing. I would've taken care of your sorry ass for the rest of my life!" She squeezed her. "Kami! Haruka, you are awake!!!"

Haruka then pulled her away slowly. She touched her hair and frowned. It was long like she hadn't cut it in a long time. As she ran her fingers through her long hair, she looked at her arm and saw the ugly scar that went from the beginning of her wrist down to her elbow. "I was in an accident, right?"

"Yes."

"Did you put miracle grow on my head?"

"No!" Setsuna had to chuckle after that. Miracle grow. That's a good one.

"I was in a coma, correct?"

Setsuna nodded and moved her hand to cover Haruka's. "For three years."

Haruka's eyes grew wide. "What!? Three! Three years?! You said years?!"

"Haruka…"

"Setsuna! Buy me a ticket to Tokyo now!"

Setsuna's eyes softened. "Haruka."

"What are you waiting for, Setsuna?! Get me a ticket, now!"

"You are not welcomed in Japan! If you are going there to see your girlfriend, I am sorry she doesn't want you there! I called her days after your accident. She told me she didn't want anything to do with you!"

Haruka frowned. She pulled the bed sheets away from her body and jumped to the floor…and she fell. She groaned on the floor and looked down at her knee. Her legs were stiff. She sat on the floor, pulled the leg of her pajama pants up and noticed the small scar on her knee. "Damn. My knee too?"

"You will need therapy, Haruka. You've been in bed for three years."

"Help me up, Setsuna."

The tanned woman sighed and grabbed Haruka by her arm. Gently, she helped her up to her feet. "Sit down."

Haruka pushed her away from her. She stood her ground and she winked at Setsuna. "I can stand. Now, all I have to do is move one foot in front of the other and then repeat!" As she said that, she moved her right foot forward and then her other foot. "No therapy for Teno' u Haruka." She said as she walked over to the phone near her bed. She picked it up and began to dial some numbers. She waited for someone to pick it up. She frowned. "It's disconnected? But… We lived there? She moved?" She turned to Setsuna. "Are you sure it was Michiru?"

"She said it was Michiru."

Haruka shook her head. "I won't believe it!" She walked with difficulty to the chair Setsuna had been using for a bed for the past three years. She looked down at herself and touched her knee. "This is the plan. First, a hair cut, second a ticket to Japan… All my checking account and cards are working, right?"

"Hai!"

"Good. We will go to Japan as soon as possible. You can take care of all the hotel booking and changing some American moneys into yens, right?"

Setsuna nodded. "You are talking with Meioh Setsuna!"

"Where is Matthew?"

Setsuna looked at her watch. "He will be arriving in an hour or so." She blushed a bit at that.

Haruka nodded as she stood up again. "Get me some clean casual clothes. Call every newspaper, and news channel. Tell them that Haruka had woken up from her coma and that she is coming back to Japan."

"Why?" Setsuna frowned. "They dared to say that you were dead, Haruka."

She arched her eyebrow. "Well then, prove them wrong, Setsuna. I want Matthew to come with us. Does he have anything important to do here in America?"

"Haruka, after your accident, both of us concentrated on you and you alone."

Haruka stared at Setsuna. She gulped down and nodded. "Thank you. I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"There is no need." Setsuna smiled and watched Haruka walk slowly yet steadily. "You are one strong woman. Look at you. You are walking like you had two weeks of physical therapy!"

"I want to see her, Setsuna." Haruka said. "I want to hold her in my arms again."

"I know how you feel…" Setsuna smirked.

"Oh?"

"Oh, nothing. Not like me and Matthew have something going on." She scoffed at that.

Haruka chuckled. "Naughty Setsuna." She groaned and touched her chest.

"You broke two ribs." Setsuna said as she tried to explain to Haruka her chest pains.

"No wonder. I was a total wreck, huh?"

"You were a pile of shit. As Matthew would say."

"How long as it since you've been in Japan?" Haruka asked as she leaned against her bed for support.

"It's been too long."

"Then it's settled? You are coming and Matthew too?"

Setsuna laughed. "If I am going, Matthew is also going."

Haruka could feel her chest ready to burst. She was going to be near her again! She was going to kiss her and touch her and feel her against her again. "Michiru…" She smiled. "I am coming."

"Michiru-mama!" Hotaru sat down beside the young woman. She looked at her curiously and looked down at Michiru's hand. "What are you doing?"

"I am changing the strings to my violin, hime-chan." Michiru whispered as she looked down at the violin. Her blue eyes roamed over it as her delicate fingers touched the expensive wood.

"Did you buy it, Michiru-mama?" Hotaru asked as she looked up at her.

"No… No, I didn't buy it."

"Did Papa buy it for you?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Then who?" She asked as curiosity began to push the words out of her mouth.

"A very special person who lives in Michiru-mama's heart." She smiled at her adopted daughter. She leaned over her and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.

The small girl giggled and wrapped her tiny arms around Michiru's neck as she hugged her. In that exact same moment, both of them heard the door to their house opened. Hotaru let out a happy squeal and went to greet whoever it was.

Michiru smiled at the girl. She shook her head and wondered if she ever had that much energy when she was almost four years old. She looked at the violin for a moment as she remembered that day like it had happen a few days ago.

"Pick one already." Haruka whispered on her ear as she wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. "You've been staring at them for over fifth teen minutes now."

"I don't know which one to pick." Michiru said, eyeing the wall in front of her. It was covered in different types of violins. Some were made of glasses, others were made of plastic and the ones on top were made of the most expensive wood there was.

Haruka had to sigh. She kissed her earlobe, sending a cold chill down the violinist's spine. She walked away from her and walked over to the wall. She stretched her arm high above her head and picked a violin. She grabbed it, made a quick inspection and turned to Michiru. "How about this one?

Michiru tilted her head to the side. "Haruka, that's the most expensive one from the bunch! Put it back."

"You are worth it, Michiru. Beside I am the one paying for it." She chuckled and walked away from Michiru.

"But Haruka!" Michiru groaned and went after her.

"If you promise to play with it more than once, I will buy it." Haruka raised her eyebrow at her and placed her hand on her hip while she leaned against the store counter with the other. "Well?"

Michiru took her in for just a second. That pose right there made her knees buckle. So she said "yes."

"All right! You better play with it for me, okay?"

Michiru smiled and wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her chin on Haruka's back. "Only if you promise to play the piano with me."

"Deal."

"Papa!"

Michiru heard the happy squeal. She grabbed the violin, moved it close to her and kissed it. She sighed and placed it back in her case.

"Hey!" Seiya laughed as he picked his daughter up, gave her a kiss on her cheek and then settled her back down on the floor. "Guess what, hun?" He waved a yellow envelope at Michiru.

"Hnn?" She asked as she gave him some room to sit beside her.

"I got us a brand new music contract!" He happily said, sitting down beside her. "I was thinking we can form a band. You know, change things up a bit."

Michiru arched her eyebrow as she felt her husband's lips upon the corner of her mouth. "A band?"

"Hai! Not like a rock band. But you know a nice pop ballad band. We can get some singers, a pianist…"

Michiru felt a pang on her chest. Haruka used to play the piano. "Hmm. I guess that's okay." She said. She wasn't as enthusiastic by the idea as Seiya was.

"We can even make a contest of some kind. We can gather various people that would like to join our band. That will get the public and the fans more hectic and when the CD comes out the sales will be hitting the roofs!"

"That sounds nice."

Seiya chuckled and looked at Michiru. He moved his hand and moved her aqua locks away from her neck. "You look beautiful today."

Michiru snorted. "You always say that when you see me, Seiya."

"Well, I mean it today." He whispered as he moved closer to her.

Michiru grew tense. She blinked and looked up at him. "Heh. So you are saying that those other days you have said it you didn't mean it?"

He smiled and leaned forward to place his lips upon her neck. "You know what I mean." He whisper and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He sighed upon her ear and pinned her to the sofa. "I love you, Michiru."

Michiru gulped and grabbed hold of his long sleeved shirt. She looked around for a way to escape, like always. Where was Hotaru when you needed her the most? "Seiya… I…"

He silenced her by covering her lips with his. Michiru had no other choice but to close her eyes tightly and just give in. A kiss was a kiss. Sex was sex even though she did know she enjoyed it a lot more if she was in love person she was about to have sex with. She groaned in the kiss and Seiya took it as an approval of what he was going. Michiru sighed and tried to block everything.

Her first night with him was horrible. Yes, he did enjoy it maybe she did to. She had missed the touch of another person upon her skin. But it wasn't the same. He was way to gentle, sweet and loving. She didn't mind that the fact that he was sweet and gentle. It just that, it wasn't the same. He was treating her like she was merely a fragile flow. She didn't like that. She couldn't forget about her. Haruka always made her feel alive when they made love. She made her forget about everything around them. Her skin responded to the blonde's touch like she had never imagined. With Haruka, she gave her soul with every kiss they shared. She felt like she could reach to the stars. With Seiya, she could only reach the rooftop and that was about it.

"Papa!"

Seiya gasped and moved away from his wife. He looked at Hotaru and tried his best to act like nothing had happen. "Hotaru." He wiped his lower lip and smiled tenderly at his daughter. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" She giggled and sat between Seiya and Michiru.

Michiru looked up at the roof as if she was praying and muttered a "thank you." She licked her lips and sat up straight. Her little princess had saved her. Good! Yet, she knew she wasn't going to be able to escape from him tonight. "Can you turn the TV on?" She said out loud.

"Sure." Seiya said, leaning forward and grabbing the remote control from the table in front of him. He turned the TV on and leaned back. He placed his arm on the back of the sofa and petted Michiru's cheek with the back of his hand.

Michiru blinked and looked at him. She thought for a moment. How would have she reacted if Haruka was the one doing that? She sighed and kissed his fingers.

Seiya jumped at the sudden moist feeling upon his hand. He turned to look at her and let out a soft cough.

Michiru sighed at that. He was nothing like Haruka. She turned to watch the TV.

"Thank you, Yuki for that awesome report about the effects of vinegar upon ants…"

Michiru snorted and covered her mouth to oppress a laugh. Even the news was getting lamer every day.

"And in our sport session today, Teno'u Haruka comes back to Japan. The young car racer, after her accident three years ago, has finally woken up from her coma and its coming back to Japan. Her plane will be arriving around six thirty in the afternoon local time. So, all those fans that want to welcome her home, you know where to find her."

Michiru stood up, eyes widen, mouth open. Coma? Coma?! She felt that the oxygen didn't reach either her lungs or brain. She rolled her eyes back and fainted.

"Michiru!" Seiya kneeled beside and pulled her to his chest. "Michiru?! Michiru!"

"Michiru-mama fell." Hotaru stated like it was the biggest discovery she had made in her entire life.

"Yes, Michiru-mama fell." Seiya gulped down and patted his wife's cheek. "Michiru? Michiru can you hear me?"

"What…time is it, Seiya?" Michiru mumbled as she opened her eyes to stare at the TV.

"Five something." He whispered. "Are you okay, Michiru?"

She nodded and rubbed her head. "Yes, I'm fine."

"What happen?"

"It's the heat." She said as she pushed his chest and asked him to let her sit down on the floor and not on his lap. She looked around as hundreds and hundreds of questions began to fill her mind. Haruka was in a coma? She frowned and shook her head. Coma? How? What about the numerous news articles her mother had given to her through out the years? She felt anger burning in her stomach. "I got to go." She said as she stood up.

"Where are you going?" Seiya asked as he got up tot his feet and walked to her. "Your mother's?"

She turned to face him. She nodded. "Yeah. My mother's." She lied as she grabbed her coat and her car keys. "I will be back later tonight." She said as she kissed his cheek and walked out of her house.

"Should I save you some dinner?"

"No. I will eat something at my mother's."

Seiya nodded as he leaned on the door. "Love you." He waited for her to say that she loved him too but as always he was left hanging.

"I didn't know you had so many fans in Japan." Matthew whispered to Haruka's ears. He grabbed the blonde's luggage and turned to see the multitude of women and men just waiting for Haruka to walk towards them. They were being held back by the airport security. "This is ridiculous."

"It isn't! She is my client remember?" Setsuna smiled and nudged his ribs.

Matthew blushed and also grabbed Setsuna's luggage. "Well… I…"

Setsuna chuckled and grabbed a small bag. "It's okay you don't have to say anything."

Haruka snickered as she watched how they interacted. She placed her sun glasses on and looked back at the group of fans. "It is going to be hard walking out." She said as she picked up one of her bags. "Everyone have everything?" She asked.

"Yes!" Both Setsuna and Matthew said at the same time.

"Setsuna you did get me a hotel, right?"

"That question is out of order, Haruka, of course I did. Matthew will take us there."

Haruka nodded as she began to walk towards the fans. She let out a scared expression as she started to bump into them. "Please… I'm tired." She muttered as she tried to make her way through.

Michiru kept her sun glasses on as she walked to the inside of the airport. She looked at her watch and cursed. Six forty-five! Haruka was probably leaving. She ran around the place until she saw a crowd of people screaming and waving their hands. Michiru froze. She tried to calm her raging heart as she began to walk. Then she saw her; a tall woman with short blonde hair. She gulped and almost sobbed as she shoved the crowd away. "Haruka!" She pushed a raging fan out of her way. "Haruka! Haruka!"

Haruka frowned. She raised her gaze and looked around the numerous faces in front of her. She had heard her voice. She was sure of that. "Michiru?" She took her sun glasses off as her eyes searched for her. "Where are you?"

"Haruka!" She sobbed desperately as she squeezed in between two teenagers. "Haruka!"

She saw a lock of aqua blue hair. Her heart sank and she gathered some new found strength to walk through the multitude. She groaned and pushed then men and women away from her until she bumped Into Michiru. The heat of her body rose to the roof. She felt that her air got caught on her lung. She wrapped her free arm around Michiru's shoulder, pulling as close as she could to her body. She was over come by this shock of electricity when she felt Michiru hold her. She sighed and smelled the top of her head. It was her Michiru. It was her lover.

Michiru wrapped her arms tightly to her torso and hid her face on her chest. She clung to her black shirt and let out an earth shattering cry. "Haruka!" She was touching her! She was touching her, she was holding her so close and she could smell her! She smelled the same; like the clean wind. She sobbed again and felt her knees weakened. "Haruka!"

Matthew raised his eyebrow and turned to Setsuna.

She nodded at him and moved to grab Haruka's shoulder. She whispered some instructions to her ear. She told her the hotel they were staying, what to say at the reception and another couple of things. Then she pushed her softly. "Go!"

Haruka nodded and grabbed Michiru's hand. "Let's go."

"Call us!" Matthew yelled and knew the blonde had heard them when she raised her bag and waved it in the air at them.

Setsuna watched the couple leave and she sound found herself staring at some very angry fans. She laughed a bit nervous and coughed. "Matthew?"

"Yes?" He asked as he backed away from a pissed off teenage girl.

"Call security…"

Haruka pushed Michiru inside the taxi and soon enough, she jumped in next to her. "Tokyo Majestic, please" She said the name of the hotel to the driver.

The driver nodded and stepped on the accelerator.

Haruka sighed and leaned on the seat of the back of the car.

Michiru stared at her. This was Haruka. She was Haruka, right? She moved her hand and touched the blonde's cheek. "Haruka?"

She turned her green eyes towards her. She locked them with her blue eyes and she smiled. "Hai. It's me."

Michiru trembled. She shook her head in disbelief and threw herself at her. She wrapped her arms tightly around her neck and cried loudly on her neck. "Haruka!" She bawled. "You are alive!"

Haruka sighed and wrapped her arms around her slender waist and pulled her as close as she could to her. "Hai." She whispered and nuzzled her cheek. "I am. I told you I was going to come back to you, did I?" She felt her voice was breaking with every word that escaped her lips. "Kami, Michiru. I've missed you so much." She kissed the side of her face over and over again. "So much! I'm not leaving you again, ever!" She shuddered and squeezed Michiru's soft body to hers.

Michiru leaned back. She looked at her eyes intently. She moved a wild short blonde hair away from her forehead. She had missed the softness of it so; she ran her fingers through it. Her body trembled. She was touching Haruka! Her Haruka! Her blonde lover was alive and she was sitting on the back of a taxi running her fingers through her hair! It was just like her many horrible yet sensual nightmares she had been having for the past years. "Haruka…"

She smiled and moved her thumb to wipe away her tears. "Shh. Now, now. That's enough crying for today." She kissed her wet cheeks and took in a deep breath. She inhaled her scent and quivered in excitement. She groaned and kissed her collar bone. "You smell the same…" She whispered, her lips caressing the soft skin.

"We are here."

Haruka raised her eyebrow and looked at the driver. "That was fast."

"It's near the airport." The driver simply said.

Haruka stuck her hand inside her back pocket and took out her wallet. She paid the driver and opened the door, holding it for Michiru and clutching her bag with the other hand.

She got off from the car and turned to look up at Haruka. She still couldn't believe. She was sure she was going to wake up any moment soon.

Haruka quickly grabbed the violinist hands and pulled her towards her as they ran inside the hotel. "We don't want any paparazzi taking pictures, now do we?"

Michiru squeezed her hand and nodded. "Right."

Haruka went over to the reception desk. "I have a reservation."

"Name please?" The receptionist said, holding the fakest smile the blonde have ever seen.

"Matthew Andrews." Haruka said, following the instructions Setsuna had whispered to her before she left the airport.

Michiru raised a skeptical eyebrow at the blonde. "Matthew?"

"Yes?" Haruka turned to her and gave her a wink.

Michiru blushed deeply and shook her head.

"Here you go, Andrews-san." The receptionist said, handing Haruka a cardkey and a piece of carton that read "Do not disturb". "I hope you have a nice stay at our hotel."

"Oh, I will. Arigatou." She bowed her head and pulled Michiru with her.

They took the elevator. Michiru was still clinging to Haruka's hand just in case she was going to disappear. Haruka didn't mind. She missed her touch way to much to let Michiru go tonight. They stayed quiet through the entire elevator trip and their way to their room.

The blonde slipped her cardkey into a slot and pushed the door open with her shoulder. She ushered Michiru inside and then closed the door behind her. She threw her bag to the floor and took off her coat.

Michiru stared at her every movement. She watched how she freed herself from the thick coat and then she gawked at her still beautiful body. Michiru licked her sudden dry lips and stood in the middle of the room, not sure of what she was doing there.

Haruka turned to her. She unbuttoned a couple of buttons of her shirt and placed her hands on her waist. "Are you okay?" Haruka said, breaking the silence between them.

"H…hai!"

Haruka chuckled and walked to Michiru. She cupped her cheeks with her large hands and bumped her nose with Michiru's. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She lied. She was dying! She could smell Haruka's sweet scent. She could feel her hot breath on her lips. She could feel everything again! Haruka was touching her, smiling at her and…kissing her.

Michiru's eyes drifted until they were closed. Her hands came to rest upon Haruka's hips as she leaned into the kiss. She felt like she was burning inside. A ticklish sensation invaded her stomach and she fell. She fell for her once again.

She exhaled into Haruka's open mouth. She could already taste her sweet flavor. Michiru shuddered and moaned into her mouth, wrapping her arms tightly around the blonde's neck. She took a fist full of Haruka's hair and pulled her back to stare at her green eyes. "Haruka, I miss you."

Haruka breathed on her face. She kissed her nose and closed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her waist and picked her up so they could be at eye level. She had so many questions in her head. She wanted to ask them all but her body was screaming at her. Make love to her before you loose her again. Haruka shuddered and titled her head to the side. "I miss you too, Michiru." She whispered before kissing Michiru's lower lip.

"You are for real, right?" Michiru pulled away again.

Haruka had to sigh and nod. "I think I am." She gulped down breathed hard. "Michiru, I…"

"Shh." She trembled against the tall blonde. She clung to her and hid her face on her neck. "I know, Haruka. Please…"

Haruka exhaled loudly and began to give Michiru's shoulder open mouth kisses. Her lips lingered with every kiss as her hands began to pull Michiru's blouse forcefully.

Michiru pulled her back. She was settled upon her feet and her fingers started to unbutton Haruka's shirt. Her brain was shut down. All that matter was the person in front of her who had managed to free her from her blouse and bra.

Haruka helped Michiru's eager fingers. She undid her shirt and threw it away before claiming the violinist's lips. She held Michiru's head still as she rediscovered her lover's mouth by massaging their tongue's together. Haruka let out a soft moan when she felt Michiru's small hands upon her chest.

She shuddered. The sensation of Haruka's hand upon her skin was driving her insane. Her body was already reaction to the touches. Michiru couldn't breathe. Haruka was killing her slowly. She was stealing her oxygen by devouring her lips. Her hands touched the firm stomach of her blonde lover. She shuddered and opened her eyes to look at Haruka. Her blue eyes were eating all the missed curves the racer possessed. She was taking ever last detail of the blonde's body.

Haruka pushed Michiru to the bed. She had been waiting three years for this. Enough was enough. She wanted her. She pulled Michiru's skirt down followed by her underwear. She ran her lips over Michiru's stomach and smelled the scent of her skin. She quivered and gave her bellybutton a quick lick that made the violinist buck against her.

"Haruka." Her blue eyes searched for hers. Michiru lay upon the hotel bed covered in a thin layer of sweat. She licked her swollen lips and called her lover again. "Haruka?"

"Give me a moment, Michiru…" Haruka whispered. She walked to Michiru. She undid her buckle and pulled her pants and underwear off. She kicked them away and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes tightly and sat down beside Michiru.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes… Just give me a second." She ran her fingers through her moist hair and turned to gaze at Michiru. She was trying to control her body. She wanted to take this slow and enjoy it. She moved her hand and petted the rosy cheek. She moved some strands of aqua hair away from Michiru's face and stood up. She leaned over her and covered the violinist's body with her own. She gulped and braced herself with her arms which rested on either side of Michiru's head. One hand petted the full long hair and the other rubbed the swollen lips.

"Haruka?"

"You are the most beautiful thing I've seen in my entire life." She blurted out as she pressed her small chest against Michiru's large one. "I can't believe I've been away for so long." She leaned down and captured Michiru's lips in a soft kiss. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed as she suckled upon her lower lip. She then pressed her heated cheek with Michiru's. "Whatever they said to you, Michiru; it was all a lie. I am here, with you and I am alive. For the pass three years all I could dream of was you and you alone." She kissed her collarbone and tasted the salt of Michiru's sweat and the delicious flavor of her skin all mixed together. Haruka moved one hand to cup the back side of Michiru's knee. She raised it and settled herself in between her legs. Her hand tickled the skin behind the knee then made a slow trail from there to her inner thigh. She could already feel that Michiru was trembling with anticipation. "My feelings have changed for you, Michiru."

Michiru's hands were trailing small circles on Haruka's back and on her shoulder. Her body was aching with the need of her lover's touch but she could wait. She needed to hear voice but, when she heard the last sentence that came out of her mouth, her body completely froze. "You… you… don't?"

"Shh! Did I say you could talk?" Haruka suddenly rubbed her muscular thigh on Michiru's soft and wet lips. She felt her get tense and the least she needed was a tense Michiru. She wanted her to be relaxed and hot for her.

Her mouth opened, her eyes closed and her head was thrown back. This was the Haruka she had missed. She tried to talk back but she couldn't. She couldn't move or breathe or do anything. She was trapped.

"My feelings have changed, Michiru. I love you a million times more than I loved you three years ago." She whispered against her lips. "I love you, Michiru and I will be damn crazy if I even dare to think I am going to leave you again." She jerked her body forward as she rubbed her strong body against Michiru's soft and tender one. She pressed her thigh even more against Michiru's core and received a satisfied moan from her favorite violinist. "Kami…" She shuddered and pressed her face against Michiru's neck. She bit her neck and suckled the spot where she had bitten as she began slow rhythm against Michiru.

Michiru wrapped her arms rightly around Haruka's torso. She raised her own thigh and pressed it harshly against Haruka's flower. She hid her face on the blonde's strong broad shoulder and also bit her there as she tried her best to suppress her moans but she could only hold it until a certain point. Her body had had enough of the torturous rhythm. She lost control of her body and trembled against Haruka. She moaned Haruka's name on her ear and pressed her chest against hers. She had reached the peek. The felt she was in that cliff and that Haruka had pushed her off. The tingle in her stomach was there. She felt scared yet at eased. Her blonde lover was at the bottom to catch her and hold her close, making her feel safe.

Haruka breathed hard on her ear. She shuddered above her and fell to Michiru's side. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to control her breathing, to no avail. She trembled and then felt a soft body, resting on top of her. She opened her green eyes and found that a couple of cloudy blue ones were looking down at her. "Michiru…"

Michiru pressed her lips against Haruka's. She touched her neck and could feel Haruka's fast pulse in her hand. "I love you, Teno'u Haruka." She smiled at her and kissed her lower lip tenderly. "I love you…" She sighed, closed her eyes and rested her head on Haruka's shoulder. Michiru rubbed Haruka's stomach with her left hand, ignoring the shining gold band that rested upon her ring finger and forgetting about her worried husband and her scared daughter that waited for her back home.

End Chapter Nine