A/N: This is a WARNING, pure and simple. ANAL, GO AWAY IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT! X0 Now, I know that this is very abrupt of me, especially after all the long time and no updates and everything, but I'm bullheaded and fuming ((not-so-much)) mad. I need room to grow, and I'm feeling like that bubble-wrapping paper that's so stubborn and not popping right now. *roar!* I'M GONNA TRY THIS, and if you don't need this odd update, then PLEASE don't read. Hmmm, I'm a-gonna add another A/N after the disclaimer so any person who's popping ahead will look at this twice! =.= It's just that, I feel that I want to write something that I REALLY didn't like at first, I absolutely hated, but then had a sickening tolerance for, then okay-ed. And if I use Haruka and Michiru with their special bond of love, I'm determined to make this work. Now, I know after this I'm going to have to ease it back into simple heart-warming love, but I'm not going to use this as a jumping-off board into certain crazy crazy poop stuff. Bleck. H'okay. Wish me luck! ^^ PS: Setsuna had better shove Michiru and Haruka over for some online screen time. ^^; I'm never good with promises.
DISCLAIMER: Naoko Takeuchi is the proud owner of Sailor Moon and I'm borrowing her fabulously awesome characters to write something that hopefully will still be heart-felt and everything even with the serious taboo in my style of writing.
I'M WARNING YOU!
0.O GO 'WAY! ^^;
OKAY, LAST CHANCE. ANAL HERE, PEOPLE, PLEASE NOTE THIS AND SKIP THIS CHAPTER AND TIME ZOOM UP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THIS!
ps: I'm wasting a lot of room here to warn you, so give me a li'l credit here. If you want to brave this, I've taken the time to make this as 'soft' and 'loving' as possible. ^^ Hope ya enjoy!
LAST CHANCE!
anal!
((okay, all ready to go? Yay!))
Head Over Heart: Just For You, I Love You
Haruka Teno'h felt the sudden shift in herself and the atmosphere the moment she came home from work. There was just something new in the air, something new and mysterious. The wind was soothing that day, cautious, peeking curiously around the rustling trees and zipping around to gently carress the blond racer in a comforting whisper.
Padding softly to the front door, pianist breathed slowly, somehow knowing she was to save her energy as she cat-footed it up to Michiru and hers' bedroom. Pausing slightly to glance down the banister leading down the stairway to Setsuna's bedroom, Haruka noted the two shockingly familiar hairbands.
Hmm, looked like their time-stopping housemate had a visitor. . .
Speaking of housemates, the racer wondered where her daughter had gotten to. She hadn't seen her around lately, but at breakfast earlier in the day Setsuna had said Hime-chan had went over to ChibiUsa's.
Knowing their daughter's fondness for the candy-pink odango-swirl, all of them had smiled and went back to eating, eagerly looking forward to a day of work concerning their favorite hobbies back when they were children and now as adults.
Yet there were better things to do as adults, and according to a smirking Minako Aino, 'All work and no play makes humanity a dull race'.
Haruka cocked her head and smiled, gently opening the door to her partner and hers' bedroom, letting her element bring to her the joys of her love's scent and being. As a woman and as a lover, Haruka knew she hadn't been spending enough time with Michiru lately, just Michiru, just as herself and doing hopelessly romantic things.
Well, how could she help not, her beautiful Sea Queen pounced each and every chance she got, and though Haruka couldn't blame her, racer couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety whenever she saw the dark circles under Michiru's eyes, the only thing that hinted the talented violinist had stayed up half the night and more to make love and be made love to.
Tonight Haruka would let her be, even if she had to shackle herself to the bedposts to keep her hands off of her mate.
Seriously.
*cre-e-e-eak. . .*
*POUNCE!*
"Oh, Ruka, love, I was wondering, wouldn't it be interesting if we *beep, censored* out on our rooftop later this evening?"
"A-Ahm, I-I really don't think so, Michi- eeEEP! Wa-a-ah, okay, okay!"
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"*pant, pant* I, I swear, Michi, I don't think our rose bushes did so we-e-ell after th-this. ."
"Mmm, *giggle* but Ruka, you certainly didn't mind how their. . 'frangrance'. . INSPIRED me to. . . explore the one thing I've missed for so. . long."
"Nnnmm, yes, Michi, but I didn't like rolling off the rooftop and into our GARDEN, for that matter!"
"*giggle* You're so cute when you flail, love."
"Hmmph."
This is going to be harder than I thought.
And so it went.
Days went by where Haruka tried valiantly to resist, tried graciously to deny Michiru, but who was she to deny the woman she loved the most? And a most curiously-adept woman at that. Who knew Michiru Kaioh would have such an insatiable appetite for the one she had bonded to for the all of her loved life?
Haruka certainly didn't expect this.
The first night Michiru had come after her with teary eyes, withdrawing from her questing touch in an effort to ask what was wrong, what. .? And then the grinning woman had jumped her, actually shackling her to the bed and making her wait for the damndest long time before. . . releasing her from her shackled state and allowing her to. . savage her mate.
The morning after her love had snuggled her into orgasm, even before she woke, and Haruka found herself in the sweetest of dreamlands.
It had gotten to a point that even the most fastest of racers couldn't run from Michiru Kaioh's hunger.
Cautiously venturing outside into the blazing hot sun's domain, Haruka peered around the garage door and her jaw about floored her foot, she was so shocked. Fumbling around her workbench for a rag, racer brought it to her trembling face and clamped her hand over her dripping nose, the blood an odd combination mixing in with the dirty oils her baby cars had soiled the rag with.
"M-M-Michiru. . . wh-what're you. .?"
Blue eyes slowly rose from their intense examination of their job, and Haruka about drowned in her own pool of aroused blood as she forgot to breathe, that crashing color blue her love's eyes were so very captivating.
"Oh, this? I thought I'd get out and help you. . clean up a bit around here."
Shaking her head, blond slowly, cautiously, oh-so-dared to sidle the rest of her body into the garage, her mind racing as she took in her love's form.
Beautiful.
Haruka was going to lose it, she surely was, this was something she'd never thought she'd ever see, and why not, this wasn't Michiru's plane of expertise, this was hers, but the violinist was doing a heckuva good job-
-washing her motorcycle.
In shorts.
Shorts so short the clipped strand's ends were something naughty as they licked at Michiru's thighs, trailing down her knees to swish teasingly up at the racer. Fighting the blood rushing to her head, Haruka forced her stare upwards.
She was sure she'd been hit up top with an elephant's angry trunk as Michiru's top filed itself in colors and pixel by tempting pixel in her sight and brain.
Beautiful?
Scratch that.
She was enchanting, alluring, all the words Haruka normally didn't use even in working-tongue state because Michiru was just so. . .
Sexy.
"Y-You're, w-"
"Haruka, I'm dressed for the part. C'mon, you wouldn't think I would come out here in my normal dresses, would you?"
Racer wanted to scream.
She wanted to take Michiru in her arms right now and cave-haul her back into their room where she could tell her mate what she wanted to do with her pure and simple. Oh, so simple. Because. . .
Those blue eyes just enhanced that bright color called see-through white of her shirt, and Haruka felt the blood gushing fresh and new as she spotted a dotted full nipple poking its playful head out to look around.
Water was fresh on Michiru, and though Haruka knew the ocean, the water, the element was hers and hers alone, hers to command and be one with, hers to wield, all that H2O was making Michiru wet and sticky, and see-through, and that tank-top was something Haruka hadn't seen in a long while, had it really been 5th grade?
To sum it up, the wet white shirt was small on Michiru.
Small and STRETCHED.
And when MICHIRU stretched, so did her. . everything.
"Mmm, Haruka, here, help me jump-start this thing, would you? I need to get it out so I can give it a thorough lookover and washing, properly."
It was as if in a surreal moment.
Michiru was swinging her leg over the bike's golden tank, the plump swells of her chest something so damnably enticing as well as those dark felt tips of succulent pickings as the violinist ran her hands over the motorcycle's head, its handlebars and the hardened plastic cylinders on the edge of the T-shaped steering wheel.
The sun's rays glinted over the soft curve of Michiru's shoulders, highlighting her wavy hair and the gleam in her eyes as she grinned over to Haruka, winking suggestively. A wet drop of water trailed down, slowly, over the slope of her ear and down the soft lobe, trickling down her neck and then into that secret dip of her cleavage.
Long legs pumped the starter in a smoothness that surprised Haruka, but she was already behind Michiru and carressing the gently nape of her neck, planting a soft kiss to the lobe of the violinist's ear.
The engine roared around them, proud and free, and Haruka hung on for dear life as Michiru gunned it and both of them zoomed out of the garage in a kickstart of dust and smoke. Life glinted in brief flashes around them as the world fell away, only blending into a joyous wind and giddy sea as Michiru let the motor purr them away to a world of their own by the sea's shore.
I'm sorry for the last past few days, love. You just seemed so distant, so tense, like the first time I met you, even when you realized we were destined to be one. Don't worry, Haruka. I'm happy, since you're by my side. That's all I need, all I want, and with Setsuna and Hota-chan living with us, it's my dream come true. So please, Haruka, let it out. Talk to me. I love you. If distance is what you need, I'll let you go. But if you expect me to give you space when you're obviously hurt, then I'll die before I do that.
Haruka closed her eyes and smiled, leaning into the warm comfort of her partner.
Of course.
Why had she not noticed it before?
I love you.
Those simple words she'd now used more than once in a day, in a night, in her whole waking and dreaming moments. All because of Michiru. All because she accepted her as she was, as she needed to be. Haruka had caused her unnecessary pain, not listening, not knowing.
Not anymore.
Gently wrapping her arms around her love's waist, Haruka nuzzled the soft curls, the scent of the ocean clear and pure in those blue wavy locks.
"I love you, Michiru."
"*smile* I love you even more."
Relaxing, blond leaned in again and nuzzled the woman before her one last time before she reached around and covered Michiru's hands in her own. The smaller woman's arms were under hers, the soft surety of a brace as Haruka revved the engine herself, then expertly turned the motorcycle along the empty expanse of beach and headed home, Michiru guiding her path with gentle trembles underneath her touch.
Just as long as they were together, it didn't matter if the world left them alone.
They had each other, and nothing was going to change that.
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WARNING, HERE IT COMES! 0.o
((I'm gonna make this as sweet as possible, so let's see if I can do this!))
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Michiru shuddered as she felt Haruka press into her, the tip of her lover a blunt hardness that spread her open.
Panting, Ocean Queen reached for Haruka's hips, her fingers trembling as she felt the rough straps biting into the racer. Soft skin warmed under her touch and Michiru looked up into wind-swirled green eyes.
"Ruka. . ."
Long lashes swept down to blink away the sweat trailing down furrowed eyebrows. Haruka smiled, her need apparent as she slowly eased her hips up in a roll to claim her mate. Her control was being swept away as Michiru whimpered underneath her, those blue eyes a pure ocean's command as Haruka carefully bent to gently kiss her love.
Easing a hand down to slide her palm along the wetness of Michiru's core, Haruka gathered the precious lubricant and diligently applied it again to the tip of the phallus before she set herself again to Michiru's back entrance and pushed inwards with a steady pressure.
"A-Ahh, oh, Haru-mmn. .! H-Haruka. . .!"
Hearing the breathless cry underneath her, Haruka stilled, softly pulling back as she stared down at Michiru. Dilated pupils spoke of devastating arousal, curbed tight into ocean-blue orbs.
That sweet mouth was open, panting harshly with warm breath as Michiru sucked in air, her whimpers small puffs of unfamiliar pleasure. Curling strands silked out to caress the sweaty nape of her neck, and Haruka had the irresistable urge to nibble on every part of Michiru.
After a neck-breaking rush back to their house, Haruka had swept Michiru up into her arms and let the wind guide her, had taken both of them up to their room's balcony and roughly rid her love of the many layers covering her, taking delicious care to mark every inch of neck and breast bared to her with her most possessive of hickeys.
Yet it was Haruka who was pushed back onto their bed.
It was Haruka who was entranced by those crashing blue orbs of her love, racer's senses stolen away from her as Michiru slowly pulled away, shimmying off her casual jogging pants and underwear.
With a wink and grin, Michiru proposed they perform the most intimate of acts.
So that was how Haruka found herself on top of Michiru, gently moving her body lower and lower and brushing breasts to breasts, thighs to thighs, trembling mouth to trembling mouth.
They had come to terms that between the two there had been a boundary crossed, something that couldn't be brought back, but something so precious needed to be said and done to consumate their love once more and to renew their vows.
Michiru herself had requested Haruka's sole entrance, and with a small phallus, attached to the base a low-battery vibrator. Haruka had almost been reluctant, had almost backed off, but with Michiru gently coaxing her down and on top of her, Haruka had come to her own terms that she loved her partner enough to please her wishes. . . and her secret own.
Still, she would die before she hurt Michiru, and had purposely tied the straps around her hips very tightly cinched so she would have the extra benefit of pain to add to her common sense, if needed.
Now nuzzling the clenched jaw, easing herself closer still into Michiru and using her hands to frame that beautiful face, Haruka used her closeness to make her beloved partner relax, to just ease up.
"Love, are you okay?"
Slitted orbs screamed a wild flashing blue, and Michiru held her tight, shuddering as she drew herself up under her racer and wiggled her hips, gently placing her feet over the tense swells of Haruka's calfs.
There was a fire burning inside her, a fire that was brought to flame high into the winds, crackling its defiance and smoldering hot, that Michiru started to shake.
"Pl-Please, Ruka. . .! Keep going, hnnmgh. .!"
Haruka lovingly nuzzled Michiru's forehead and waited until she felt her partner's hands scramble their frantic need over her back and hips, the wetness pressing into her pelvis all about drowning her in Michiru's heavenly scent.
"Shh, love. . relax, I'm here, right here. . . You're beautiful, Michi, so wet. . ."
Whispering soothing words of love, Haruka set herself back again, gathering some lubricant off the edge of the bedtime table and again putting it to Michiru's skin and coating the thick length of the phallus she wore. Hearing her love's breathy gasp of surprise, Haruka grinned.
It seemed that the apphrodasiac worked just fine.
A spicy hot mix to compliment that wet heat only your partner could give you, the bottle's label had promised. Feeling Michiru buck against the wetly-coated phallus, it seemed its promise was true.
Bracing herself on her forearms, Haruka spread her legs wider and gently nudged inwards, leaning down and taking Michiru's lips with her own. The raging fire inside her threatened to shatter her in tiny million pieces, heat coiling hot and high all around them both as both felt the phallus' head break through the first clenching ring of protected muscle and tightening pleasure nerves.
"Hhnngh. . .!"
Haruka immediately felt her body spasm in response to Michiru, the violinist's head thrown back and her mouth open as she arched in crashing pleasure into Haruka's body, her hands whipping up their entertwined bodies and wildly massaging Haruka's stomach, her breasts, her thighs.
"M-Michi. .!"
Gasping out through her climax, Haruka spooned herself front-to-front with Michiru, only barely staying upright on wobbly forearms as she sprawled over her mewling love.
Gathering herself, Haruka grinned weakly and lost herself in those teary blue eyes.
"I'm sorry, Michi. You just. . . took my breath away, you're so beautiful and hot. . . Please, tell me, anytime, please, Michiru. Tell me if I'm hurting you."
Michiru's eyes sparkled with something Haruka suspected was amusement, but the racer didn't comment. She couldn't, Michiru was pulling her closer, kissing her overly-nonsenseless, so sexy, so hot, so. . .- and then Michiru's body was mushed breast to breast, thigh to thigh, and Haruka jerked, wide-eyed as Michiru cried out underneath her, her hips like a wild animals' as she pumped relentlessly into her, drawing her even closer, harder and harder. . .
"Haruka, Haruk-ka, -ruka, Ruka, RUKA-A-A-AAAAAAAAAA!"
And Haruka began to thrust in earnest into her love. The straps dug into her sides, her thighs, her own core, but she kept thrusting, drawing Michiru as close as she could and panting for air when her love kissed her, whimpering a high-pitched curse as she rolled both of them over.
Michiru rocked over Haruka until the racer was ready to explode both of them to pieces with her world-shaking abilities.
When all time seemed to stop, Haruka looked up into her love's eyes, feeling her face split into the dumbest, sweetest grin she'd ever grinned her whole life. Michiru continued to gently rock above her, her hair wild and as untamed as her fingers, the long tips curling over Haruka's white-knuckled grip on Michiru's hips.
Haruka groaned as Michiru sat down fully on top of her, leaning forwards and wetting the pianists' whole stomach with the hottest liquid fire musk Haruka had ever felt in her life. She could feel Michiru pulsing on top of her, connected and fully penetrated.
Exhaling all air out in a whoosh of breath, Haruka reached up and hugged her mate, closing her eyes as she kissed her love, tears starting to make an appearance as she felt the minute tremblings of Michiru.
So sweet. . .
The hard thump in her heart told her of her partner's excitement, and Haruka was dying as Michiru wiggled on top of her, bearing her weight down with a heavy sincerity.
It was almost too much for the senses, overload, too much, it was almost too much. . .!
Until. . .
"Ruka. . ."
Haruka's eyes opened, met that loving ocean blue, smiled.
Trusted.
"More."
It was then the racer remembered the vibrator, and her hand hit the small box with those certain controller speeds on it. The way things were going, she was going to have to take things up another level. . .
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Michiru screamed.
How could she help it, Haruka was the inside of her, so different than usual, she was reduced to a trembling woman whipped with sensual demand as Haruka moved, those skillful hips making the phallus do amazing things along her inner walls.
Every scrape and thrust accentuated the feeling that Michiru of drowning, drowning. . .!
*VZZZZZZZTT!*
The merest click and setting of a button and Michiru came apart on an orgasm as body-shaking tremors vibrated through her and setting directly on that insistent pressure to her pulsing clit. Scrambling to grab hold of anything to console her losing her sanity, Michiru cried out when Haruka pressed deep into her and rose, sitting up to hug Michiru tight and close, whispering her presence within her.
"That's right, Michi, let it out, let it all out, love, you're so cute when you're all flushed. . . A-ah, I love you, Michiru."
Clutching at the coiled tension of Haruka in front of her, underneath her, with her, Michiru grit her teeth and nodded, her body's erotic senses slowly coming to terms the slow vibrations inside of her.
Until Haruka pulled out all the way to the tip and turned the vibrator's settings up a notch.
Liquid fire wet her partner's stomach and thighs again as Michiru's body jerked, begging to be taken.
"Hrmmngh. .! Haruka-a-a-aa. .! Oh God, Haruka, Haruka, I love you. . .!"
And Michiru placed her shaking hand on top of Haruka's deathgrip on the vibrator's controller and pressed down. Their reactions were instantaneous. Haruka's body jerked and her upper torso slammed back into the bed, her whole core and clit on fire as her hands automatically swept down to claim Michiru's hips, thrusting up hard with her own and hoarsely screaming the violinists' name.
Michiru's release about flooded her soul.
She shattered into a million pieces and broke, reverting back to the natural fluidity of the ocean. Sobbing, violinist slammed herself down onto Haruka, the phallus stretching deep and hitting every sensitive spot she could ever imagine was there.
Falling forwards, Michiru collapsed onto her mate, whimpering with the overwhelming aftershocks and the chuckling vibrator.
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"Ruka?"
Haruka's eyes opened.
Her chest was heaving with the effort to control herself, her hard nipples meeting the sensual softness of her partner's own. Tremors shook her body and the racer realized the vibrator was still on high and Michiru was jerking with every second with pleasure to contain herself.
Soft and warm, Michiru clung to her, her head bowed as she braced herself against Haruka's stomach, drawing arousingly hot circles and looking so pretty. Can't helping herself, racer wiggled her hips and grinned at Michiru's mewling cry, her partner curling into them both and trembling harshly.
"Mmmnn, you're so sensitive, Michi. I love you, you can't know how much I love you."
Gently rolling them back over and reversing their positions, Haruka pressed deep once more and held herself still, gazing into Michiru's eyes.
I love you, no matter how much you ask of me, no matter whatever we've been through and whatever we're going to go through in the future. I'll always be here, always, Michiru. I love you.
Smiling softly, Haruka turned off the vibrator and enjoyed the feeling of Michiru's legs wrapping around her, taking her deep one last time.
"Please stay, Ruka."
Haruka smiled again, shaking her head.
Leaning down to kiss her partner, Haruka gently eased out, once again palming Michiru's wetness and coating the withdrawing phallus with her love's essence as she carefully eased in and out, taking care not to hurt her trembling partner.
"I can't, Michi. It'll start to hurt, later, love, I've got to go now. I'll never leave you, Michiru, I'll always be here, always."
Michiru's whimpered groan as she kissed her made Haruka shudder.
Easing a finger inside of Michiru's hot wetness, Haruka whimpered hreself and rubbed the tight heat. Michiru opened, then, and Haruka carefully withdrew, collapsing with a tired grunt on top of her love.
"Ruka, thank you."
Wiggling her acknowledgement, Haruka maneuvered her hips so she wasn't about to impale herself and roughly untangled the phallus' straps from her body. It hit the floor with a soft thud and Haruka returned to Michiru, snuggling close and kissing those flawlessly soft lips.
She felt the restless friction against her belly as Michiru moved, her breathing heavy.
"Michi. . .?"
Blue eyes turned to her, and Haruka's soul quivered as Michiru smiled.
"I love you, Haruka."
Smiling back, Haruka nuzzled into that warm embrace.
"I love you too, Michiru. Always."
Both of them slept 'til high noon.
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*BANG, BANG, BANG!*
"Haruka, Michiru, WAKE UP! I appreciate the fact you guys were quiet most of the MORNING, but GET UP ALREADY! Our daughter needs us!"
". . . Setsuna. .?"
"Wha. .?"
"Hota-chan needs us!"
"Setsuna? What's wrong with Hime-chan?"
"Setsuna? Hotaru is all right, isn't she?"
"She'd BETTER be, or I'll shake the neck of any youma that's gotten ahold of her and rip its intestines out of its butt!"
". . . Ruka, I'm so glad you love me. Just tell me if I make you angry anytime soon, 'kay?"
"Mmmm, Michi, you could NEVER make me angry. . ."
"Eh, uh, guys, Hota-chan. . .?"
"*kiss, kiss* Mmmmnn, good thing, Ruka, 'cause just last night, when we were. . . OCCUPIED on the. . roof, I kinda. . . Heh, well, I kind of dropped the little. . 'toy' we were using and it hit your car's windshield."
"! M-Michi. .!"
"I'm so sorry, love, I'll get to. . 'repairing' it tomorrow. . ."
"Heh, of course, Michi. . I love you-"
"WILL YOU GUYS GET OUT OF THIS BLASTED NOT-WORKING SOUND-PROOFED ROOM AND HELP ME FIND HOTA-CHAN! SHE'S MISSING, AND I NEED OUR TALISMANS TO RIP A HOLE IN TIME TO DRAG HER BACK TO THE PRESENT!"
"EH? Hime-chan's MISSING! Setsuna, I swear, why didn't you tell us last night?"
". . . I took a shower, that's what. I MIGHT tell you about it later, but- NO WAY! No WAY am I gonna tell you about it later, because later you're not going to remember this, I'm going to turn back time after we get Hota-chan back here and you won't even remember this and-"
"Setsuna."
". . Yes, Michiru?"
"At least turn back time at 3:58 in the morning, today."
". . . I can't believe the batteries on our clock's stopped right when-"
"Haruka, I knocked on your door. I'm the Guardian of TIME. I KNOW things. Except YOU TWO! Were! SLEEPING!"
"Setsuna."
"Eeep! Don't glare at me, Michiru, I'll turn back time at 3:58 in the morning, today, and Hota-chan will be safely tucked back in bed. Truce?"
"Right, Setsuna! Now let's get back Hime-chan!"
"Ruka?"
"Eh?"
"You might want to get some kind of oil for those rope burns on your hips there."
"!"
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A/N: ^^ Like Setsuna said here, time'll go back, so YES, I WILL sometime backtrack to where they had their. . . shower. ^^ And the findings of that toy. Remember, I'm not good with promises, and I'm not gonna really defile li'l ChibiUsa and Hotaru, so it won't be THAT intense. *grin* Mostly. Hope no one was too scarred by this small update, I tried to be VERY. . vague about what the heck, y'know, where and. . . =] So, yup. Hmmm. If there are any complaints, please tell me, but DO remember- *grin* I warned ya! ^^ Ja!