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Michiru's love language was touching. She couldn't keep her hands to herself, not even for one minute. If Haruka was cooking, and she walked past the blonde, she needed to touch her. If Haruka was lying next to her, reading, Michiru needed to place a hand on her thigh, maybe play with that blonde hair she loved so much. If Haruka was sleeping, she needed to press herself to her back and feel her breathing.

If her lover was breathing, if her lover was warm, everything would be fine. The world itself could collapse on itself, and she wouldn't care as long as she held Haruka pressed to her skin.

And yet, they never really held hands, not in public, nor in private. It was so weird to feel Haruka reach out to her, hold her hand, kiss it.

It didn't mean that Haruka didn't love her less; it just…

Maybe the blonde thought it was too intimate? Maybe Michiru didn't properly ask her to hold her hand.

They talked about everything; they were open to anything. Haruka was an open book, and so was Mcihriu to her.

Then why did Michiru feel so sad when she realized that she didn't touch her lover's hand as much as she wanted to?

Michiru sighed as she set the violin down along with the bow. Today, as every summer day, it was incredibly hot. She wanted to keep her hair down, but it was too difficult, especially with this heat. Tutting her tongue, Michiru grabbed the hair tie from her wrist and pulled her hair up in a high ponytail.

As she set her hair in place, Haruka walked in with that boyish grin; her eyes squinted as if she had seen the cutest thing in the entire world. Michiru couldn't help but laugh as the tall woman moved forward and wrapped her strong arms around her, mashing her lips to her.

It was hot today, but she didn't mind having Haruka this close. Not ever.

The blonde pulled back and rubbed her nose with her before asking, "Are you done practicing?"

Michiru kept her arms over Haruka's shoulder as she turned to look at her violin and then at her music sheet. "Umm, yes. I guess you can say I did."

Haruka's grin widened. "Do you want to go to the beach with me? Cool down a bit?"

That sounded like an absolutely perfect idea! "Oh, yes!"

"Good. I will meet you downstairs. Do you want me to pack something to eat?" Haruka asked again; this time, her arms slipped from Mcihiru's waist, and the violinist almost let out a groan of disapproval. Almost.

"You could always have me as a snack."

Haruka arched her eyebrow and went back to hold her lover. "Don't tempt me."

"Am I?"

Haruka groaned and kissed her again before giving her bottom a playful smack. "Meet you downstairs."

Michiru held on to Haruka's shirt after the kiss ended. The lingering sensation of the tall woman's lips always left her wanting more, but the idea of going to the beach was too tempting, and she wanted nothing more than to cool down. "Meet you downstairs." Michiru said, and let go of Haruka and watched her leave the room.

Michiru didn't pack much. Knowing Haruka, it would be a quick trip. They won't be there for more than two hours. She changed to her black two-piece bathing suit, an open button shirt, and shorts. She grabbed her Pamela, a towel, and sunscreen.

Haruka was waiting for her downstairs as she said, wearing a yellow top with a white blouse and boy shorts. She was wearing her cap backward, and Michiru rolled her eyes at that. What's the use? You use it to cover your eyes from the sun. Why wear it backward? Before she opened her mouth to talk, Haruka turned, smiled, and her heart melted. Okay, so wearing it like that made Haruka look adorable, and she couldn't help pull her in for a quick peck. "You ready?"

"I am," Haruka answered, pulling a strap of her backpack over her shoulder and opening the door for her.

The ride to the beach was quiet except for Haruka's Ferrari 512M roaring engine, yet Michiru never felt uncomfortable when they were silent. Instead, she always felt at ease and peace. She leaned on her seat and closed her eyes, enjoying the cool wind on her face. They were close to the beach; she could already tell by the smell of the air and the birds overflying them.

As Haruka parked, Michiru opened her eyes again just in time to see the blonde get out of the car and open the door for her. "Such a gentleman," Michiru teased, only to receive a playful smirk from Haruka.

Haruka extended her hand to Michiru, and the violinist dipped her gaze from Haruka's burning gaze to the large callused hand before her.

Haruka had large hands for a woman, they were rough and had a couple of scars from when she worked on the car, but they were always gentle. Those hands knew where to touch, where to stroke and grope Mcihiru until she was on the edge of losing her mind and herself. And, when she did lose her mind, those hands were there to catch her, to comfort and care for her…

She loved Haruka's hands…

Taking a deep breath, Michiru slipped her right hand into Haruka's left one. Haruka's long fingers wrapped around Mcihriu's hands, giving her a gentle squeeze as she helped her out of the low car. Then, and as if it was the most natural thing in the world, the blonde intertwined her fingers with Michiru's.

She quivered, her cobalt eyes glued to the joining of their hands before she felt Haruka about to pull away. Michiru stopped her by gripping harder and pulling her back to stand before her.

Haruka's surprised face made her heartthrob. The blonde looked worried, and a hint of hurt flashed in her emerald eyes. Michiru needed to fix that. She would never hurt Haruka.

"Don't let go."

Haruka tilted her head in confusion. "What?"

"I love to hold your hand. We don't do that a lot and I love to feel your skin to mine. Please, just…" She sighed and rubbed her temple with her free hand. "Just don't let go."

Haruka let out a breathy and relieved laugh. "I need to get our stuff from the car."

"You have another hand and so do I."

Haruka chuckled. "Alright. If that's what you want."

Michiru felt Haruka squeeze tighter and then, that soft caress of Haruka's thumb to the back of her hand. The blonde moved to the car's trunk and managed to take out their things without breaking contact. Then, she turned to walk towards the beach hand-in-hand.

And everything was alright in Michiru's world.