"God, finally", Haruka sighed out half an hour later, dropping down onto her couch, not caring that she still was in her soaking wet clothes; clearly, Michiru did care though, since she scolded her at once, telling her to change before she sat down and risked ruining the leather.
"It's my couch", the racer protested at once, "if I want to ruin it, I can! And I can just buy a new one anyway."
"I'm not gonna sit next to you as long as you wear wet clothes", Michiru tried another way to make her change in reply, "and anyway, my clothing is all wet, too, can't you check if you got something I can wear while you go change?"
Again, the blonde had to bite back a comment, this time about how she wouldn't mind to have Michiru around without any clothing on; she just nodded instead, letting out a weary sigh before she forced herself to get up from the couch.
"Fiiiiiine", she then said, rolling her eyes, "I'll go change then and see if I have anything that might fit you. Be right back."
"Thank you", Michiru smiled, "but wait a second…" Curious what this was about, Haruka remained where she was, looking down on her companion with a raised eyebrow; moving closer to her, the violinist gave her another smile – before her hands came up and grabbed her collar, then pulled her down for quite the fierce kiss, fire immediately streaming through her veins instead of blood as their tongues met.
Now not caring anymore about how wet they both were, Michiru pulled her even closer, until their bodies were pressed against each other, one of her hands sliding to the back of Haruka's neck while the other moved up to run through her hair, a low moan escaping her when she felt the racer wrap both arms around her waist and hold her tight and so close that she could feel the taller woman's heart race in her chest.
Then, one of Haruka's hands slid from her waist further south, cupping her buttock and giving it a firm, but still tender squeeze; and that was when Michiru pulled back, shaking her head at the pleading look the blonde shot her at once.
"No, Haruka", she then told her, taking a step back just to be sure when the racer looked as if she wanted to pull her close again, well aware of how fast her self-control would vanish the moment the taller woman would kiss and touch her like that again, "we're not going to do this so fast. I'm not a girl for one night."
"I know", Haruka replied at once, nervously running one hand through her hair as the reason for Michiru's behaviour finally hit home, "and I don't want you for one night only, you know that…"
"I wish I did", the violinist sighed out in reply, not liking how fast the mood between them had changed, "but you do have to admit that you have a certain… image among the female world, and I won't just be yet another conquest you take to bed and never talk to again afterwards."
"That'd be kinda hard, seeing we have to fight together", Haruka pointed out in reply, cringing at the withering look she received for those words, realizing too late that this probably hadn't been the smartest thing to say.
"But even without that", she thus hurriedly went on, "I wouldn't do that to you, you mean something to me Michiru, really…"
"Then you can wait a while longer", the aqua haired girl replied, slightly smug now, and the racer let out a low growl when she realized that she'd been outwitted by the smaller woman.
"Fine", she gave in after grumbling to herself a bit longer, "you win. I'll go change and get you some clothes."
"Thanks", the aqua haired girl replied with a sweet smile; Haruka just grumbled once more, then finally left the living room and headed for her bedroom to change there, now cursing herself for how she had behaved before she had met Michiru, suddenly worried how this might affect the future they might have together.
"This feels so good", Michiru sighed out half an hour later, now sprawled on the couch, wearing one of Haruka's sweat pants – which the blonde's bathrobe belt tied around the waist so it wouldn't fall down all the time – and one of the racer's t-shirts, displaying the logo of the sport drink which was one of her sponsors on the chest, her feet up in Haruka's lap, the taller woman giving her a foot massage, rubbing and kneading the tension out of her toes and soles with long-practiced, tender moves.
"I know", she now winked at the violinist, "one of my specialities. I don't do it for everyone though."
"I feel honoured", Michiru reassured her, raising her head just enough so she could look at her, then dropping back down and groaning when the racer found an especially tense spot and increased the pressure of her fingers, nearly making the aqua haired girl arch her back at the unexpected flash of pain.
"Sorry", Haruka apologized at once, to her delight having noticed that she'd hurt her, "but I really have to… wait…" She pressed down hard once more, and this time, Michiru did wince – before the muscles relaxed and she sighed again, closing her eyes in delight.
"You know what would make this evening perfect?" she then asked, raising her head once more and forcing herself to look at the blonde, who raised a questioning eyebrow at her in reply, a smirk curling her lips though when the aqua haired girl elaborated. "Food. Warm, spicy, freshly cooked food."
"There's an amazing take-out service not far from my apartment", Haruka let her know, liking the idea, "I order food there all the time. We can get something from there."
"Guess it was too much to expect you to cook for me", Michiru teased, giggling at the look she received from her partner in reply.
"If you don't want to die today, don't ask me to cook", the blonde then told her, "and anyway, I'm giving you a footrub and I nearly died today, so give me a break, will you?"
"Don't joke about your near death experience", the violinist gave back, all at once serious, "I was really scared…"
"Sorry", Haruka apologized immediately, "that was really thoughtless, you're right, it's no topic to joke about… and I didn't even properly thank you for saving me."
"Well", Michiru smiled, to the blonde's relief not looking so dreadfully serious anymore, "you did kiss me, which was quite the nice way to say thanks."
"You kissed me first though", Haruka reminded her of this not unimportant fact, "but hey, now that you're on my couch that way…" Her smirk widened, and before the violinist had a chance to react, she was moving, carefully, but quickly getting Michiru's feet off her lap before she positioned herself above the smiling aqua haired girl, supporting herself with her arms so she wouldn't end up with her full weight on the smaller other woman.
"Gotcha", she rumbled, her low and hoarse voice sending shivers up and down Michiru's spine; all she could do was nod, and then Haruka was kissing her, with the same passion she had shown when they had kissed before she had gone to find the clothes, a content sigh escaping the violinist as she brought up her arms and wrapped them around the woman hovering over her.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough of this", the aqua haired girl mumbled after the kiss, moving one hand up to run it through Haruka's short hair, "kissing you just feels so… good. And right."
"It does", the blonde nodded, then nearly bit her tongue to hold back the next words – words about how she never had felt about anyone the way she felt for Michiru, and how much the smaller woman already meant to her, even though they hadn't even been dating for a day yet, well aware of the fact that such hasty declarations of great emotion might do more damage than good.
"Wait", she thus said instead, when another thought hit her, briefly making her eyes widen, "maybe, before we go on kissing, we should clarify a few things first."
"Like what?" Michiru wanted to know, raising an eyebrow, a mischief glint in her blue eyes, "that I won't get the car in case we break up?"
"To break up, we have to be a couple first", Haruka pointed out, quite bluntly as she had to admit, but figuring that beating around the bush wouldn't be of any use, "so… are we?"
"If you want to be", Michiru lightly replied, even though the mischief instantly vanished from her eyes, making it obvious to the taller woman that she wasn't taking this as easily as she wanted her to believe, "but just so you know, I'd be happy to call you my partner."
"…same here", Haruka let her know, making her smile from ear to ear at once; the two beamed at each other for a moment, then the aqua haired girl pulled her newly found lover down for yet another kiss, both of them more than glad that everything was working out so fine between them.