37 - Dance With Me
She blinked, tilting her head in question. Had she really just asked her that? The question had been soft, but firm – there was really no mistaking that it had been voiced. And judging by the expectant way those blue eyes were gazing up at her from across the room, she was supposed to answer. But she couldn't possibly mean…
"Huh?" she asked, inarticulate in her confusion.
Michiru smiled up at the blonde from her place on the floor. Haruka's heart gave a funny jump that took her by surprise. That was new.
"Dance with me?" the violinist repeated, softer this time, but still as sure.
Haruka's mouth ran dry. "Now?" Her reply was much less confident than she wanted to sound. Much too squeaky and scared for her liking. She coughed, cleared her throat, tried again: "There's no music."
A hand still stretched though, palm up, inviting the blonde to the floor. "Dance with me," the request came again, less of a question this time. Her princess was not to be disappointed.
An embarrassed cough left her, frowning slightly, before Haruka moved from her place in the kitchen to join her new roommate in the sitting area. A hand on the curve of the smaller girl's hip, one on her own shoulder, and finally their free hands joining midair. Her fingers fumbled, unfamiliar and uncomfortable, before simply allowing the aquamarine haired girl to guide her. Cheeks flushed bright pink as Michiru pressed closer, her heart running a mile a minute and her breath hitching to feel her so close.
But her feet were sure in the dance around the room, their movements slow and true. Fear and nervousness faded away as her normal confidence returned, leaving room for gentle warmth to fill the blonde. Maybe, Haruka thought as Michiru spun into her, her back against the taller girl's front, maybe this wouldn't be such a bad thing, living with her partner.
And besides, it felt good having Michiru in her arms.
It felt like home.