A/n: Not my best one. I'm trying to keep this rated T for teens, but my dirty mind just ends up having them go at it. Oh well. I hope the next prompt will be better.

Today was one of those days.

It had been a long exhausting hard day, and all Michiru wanted to do was head home, take a long relaxing bath, and then crawl under her heavy comforters. Everything went wrong today at the studio. First, for some reason, her last recording got deleted. Corrupted, said her music editor. Then as she went ahead to record again, it didn't come out like the first time for some reason. Her bow broke, one of the strings wasn't tuned as it should. The microphone kept having feedback…

At the end of the day, she was done, and so was her editor.

She usually drove back home listening to music to unwind, but there was no music, just silence this time. That's why, when she finally arrived home, opened the door to her apartment, and heard the slow music coming out of the living room home theater's speakers, she frowned. She wanted peace and quiet.

"Hey!"

Michiru's gaze moved from the speakers to the blonde heading her way. Haruka always welcomed her with a broad smile, open arms, and a peck on the lips, but today, it seemed that the blonde picked up on her foul mood. "Hello."

Haruka took a step back and arched an eyebrow. "One of those days, huh?"

Michiru nodded as she placed her bag by the door and removed her coat. She put it on the hanger and jumped when she suddenly felt Haruka's strong arms pull her to her tall frame.

"What do you need?" Haruka asked, pressing her lips to the curve of Michiru's ears

Michiru sighed; the tension of the day began to ease out of her neck and shoulders. As much as she wanted to pull away, to have some space, she craved to be taken care of. She tilted her head to rest it on Haruka's shoulder. "I need you."

A deep rumble escaped Haruka's chest, rolling off onto Michiru's body, easing her tension. "I am here," Haruka whispered, pulling Michiru into their living room, the slow music filling their bodies, unfolding through them. Haruka's large hand moved to Michiru's back, cradling her smaller form to hers as she slowly began to move from side to side.

That's what Michiru needed; Haruka's body holding, washing away the day's stress away, enveloping her with that familiarity that was Haruka's body, her hands, her warmth. Gosh, Michiru really needed her warmth today. She didn't have it back at the studio, but she had it now; she was more than grateful. Her hands came to wrap themself around Haruka's neck, pulling her in to mash her lips with the blonde as they continued moving from side to side, slowly ignoring the rhythm. The only thing that mattered was Haruka, and her warmth, her tenderness, her strength.

"What more do you need?" Haruka's voice, husky with the sudden rush of lust that coursed through her. Michiru knew the deeper meaning behind her question, and she was glad that she was asking rather than taking.

"I need you to take me to the bedroom."

Haruka dipped her head in a nod. "I need that too."

Michiru felt heat pool at her stomach, seeping into her thighs. She shuddered with need, her hands coming fist the blonde hairs at the back of Haruka's head. They had stopped dancing, and instead, they stood in the middle of the living room, lips parted, chest heaving.

"Don't make me wait."