"No,no, no, no,no,no!"

"Come on Haruka! It will be fun!"

"Yes, for you. I can already hear you bullying me for the next six months. Hell! I can hear you bullying me as old and wrinkly women surrounded by our grand kind!"

"Awww, Haruka. You truly believe we will make it to be old and wrinkly together?"

"Michiru! Focus! I don't want to do this! I don't want to make a fool of myself!

"It will be fine. You will be fine. I will catch you! Besides Mamoru and Usagi will be there too. I am sure she will fall twice as much as you."

Haruka cringed and rubbed her temple. Haruka was sitting on the kitchen island, even though Michiru had told her that her butt shouldn't touch that surface on more than one occasion. Haruka always gave her a snappy remark about how Michiru would rather have her sit on her face than on the kitchen island. Michiru would stare at her for a couple of seconds and then give up her usual fight.

Right now, they were having another type of fight. It wasn't a fight; it was more than a small argument. But still, Haruka felt trapped.

"Michiru, please! I will do the dishes for the entire month."

"Haruka…"

"Six months?" Haruka tried to bargain again, but Michiru shook her head. "A year!"

"Why are you being such a baby?" Michiru laughed mockingly as she took a sip of her coffee. Unlike Haruka, Michiru was sitting at the dinner table, where they usually eat every meal.

"I hate ice skating. I hate skating, period. I don't know how people even maintain balance."

Michiru scoffed then blew on her coffee. "I can't believe this."

"Believe it! I am not going."

"Oi! Haruka! You were the one that agreed to the double date. You told them to pick the place, and they did and that we would pick dinner, which I must say I hope Mamoru has enough money to afford that restaurant you suggested.

"We can skip the ice skating and head for the restaurant."

Michiru frowned while Haruka grinned awkwardly.

"I will not cancel on Usagi. Have you read her texts?"

"How could I not? As soon as we both agreed to this, she created a group chat to remind us about the date every single day."

"And yet you forgot it was today."

"I was hoping she would let it go and notice that I was ignoring her."

"She is excited about it. Can you really blame her?"

Haruka groaned and rubbed her hand over her face in agitation. "I guess not."

"Now, now. I promise you everything will be fine." Michiru said, standing up and heading over to Haruka. She patted her thighs before pushing them aside and standing between the long muscular legs. "When you fall I will not laugh. I will help you get up." She grinned and kissed the tip of the car racer's nose. "I mean that's what I signed up for when I married you."

Haruka looked at her through her eyelashes. She wasn't smiling, but she wasn't frowning either. She inhaled sharply through her nose, and her shoulders fell. "I guess."

"How about this... "She grabbed Haruka's coffee and placed both her mug and the blonde's in the sink. "Let me treat you to brunch. After all, we won't be out and about until in like," the violinist turned to look at the wall clock. "Three hours." She then went back to her lover and smiled sweetly.

Haruka pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side as she took a moment to take in Michiru's gorgeous face. The violinist was giving her those puppy eyes that made her say yes to anything. In fact! It was those same eyes that made her agree to this double date in the first place. She sighed, cradled Michiru's face in her large hand, and brought her in for a tender yet possessive kiss.

Michiru groaned, closing her eyes as she dived into the softness that was Haruka's lips. It wasn't long until Haruka's long legs were trapping her against her. She smiled in the kiss and pulled away. "Or we could stay here and put those three hours to good use."

"Hmmm," Haruka made an exaggerated gesture as if she was thinking. "Food or sex… Decisions, decisions."

"Really? I think that's an easy decision to make."

Haruka sneered. "Right. Food then."

Michiru pulled away, slapped her thigh playfully, and then walked away from the blonde, her hips casually swaying from side to side. Not seductive at all. Haruka rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated groan. "Fine! I will sacrifice my stomach."

"Ah, always the unselfish lover."

Haruka frowned wrapped her arm around her wife's waist, lifting her to her shoulder and dragging her to the bedroom, ignoring the overly excited squeals escaping the violinist's mouth.

Haruka was miserable.

She was whining the entire time she was dressing up for her double date. Michiru ignored her, knowing well that at some point Haruka was going to enjoy herself. Hell, they were enjoying their day already.

Michiru shook her head as she heard Haruka asking what she should wear to go ice-skating for the third time. The violinist sighed as she tied her hair up in a high ponytail. "Haruka. You look fine," she said, giving her wife one look over. Haruka had a simple black t-shirt with a black, and red plaid open shirt and dark ripped jeans. Autumn just started, and that meant that all plaid shirts were up for grabs. Of course, Haruka looked gorgeous, wearing anything or nothing at all. Michiru wore an oversized short-sleeve crochet blouse and high-waisted jeans.

Haruka groaned one last time before putting on her black cap.

Michiru frowned at that, walked to her, grabbed the cap visor, and pushed it to the back of her head. "Better."

Haruka narrowed her eyes on Michiru. "You will make it up to me when we get home again."

Michiru's eyebrow arched, and she couldn't hide her playful smile. "Is that a threat?"

"It's a promise." The blonde answered, wrapping her arms around Michiru's waist and kissing the side of her neck. "Let's leave before I really regret this."

Their first stop was at the ice-skating rink. Mamoru and Usagi were waiting right outside, and to Haruka's hopefulness, Mamoru didn't seem a hundred percent as happy to be there as Usagi was. Now Usagi was another story. As soon as the blonde saw them, she called out to them, waved her arms around dramatically as if Haruka nor Michiru couldn't see them from where they were standing.

As much as Haruka wanted to be grumpy, she couldn't help but smile sweetly at Usagi, especially when she greeted Haruka with a tight and warm hug before jumping over to Michiru and doing the same. Haruka turned her attention to Mamoru, who gave her an awkward smile before taking her hand and squeezing it tightly.

"You actually made it," Mamoru chuckled while Haruka scoffed. "First time ice-skating?"

"First time ice-skating, first time double dating," Haruka laughed and turned to Michiru, who walked to her side and squeezed her arm affectionately. "I hope it is not my first time breaking a bone."

"Aren't you being a bit dramatic?" Michiru laughed while Usafgi imitated her by holding Mamoru the same way. To Michiru, it was kind of adorable to see their friends treating each other the way they were. They had started dating not so long ago, and they were still in that awkward stage that Michiru missed about her relationship with Haruka. Then again, she wouldn't give up the familiarity and trust that she had built with the car racer for anything in the world. They got each other in every way, their communication was spot on, and they never kept anything from the other. Michiru wouldn't have it any other way.

"Shall we go in?" Mamoru asked the married couple before looking down at Usagi with a sweet gaze.

"I can't wait!" Usagi giggled, grabbed his hand, and pulled him inside the rink, followed by Haruka and |Michiru.

As soon as they went inside, Haruka felt anxiety run through her. The place was packed! There were couples, families, groups of friends, all laughing and going in circles in the ice rink.

Haruka took a deep breath, and Michiru could feel her tension arise. She squeezed her again and made the blonde look down at her before saying, "I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"Oh I trust you. I don't trust my ass falling though." Haruka said as she was dragged over to the skate rent boot. After paying for their skates and sitting down next to the rink, both couples strapped themselves. Mamoru was the first one to step on the ice. He seemed calm, collected, and pretty darn confident in not falling, whereas Usagi, whose legs trembled the moment she touched the ice. Mamoru wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pressed her to him, and slowly but steadily began to move.

Haruka blew a strand of blonde hair away before turning to a grinning Michiru. "Stop."

"What? Stop what? Smiling? Am I not allowed to be happy?"

"Oh you are about to be happy but not to bully me."

"Haruka, please," Michiru slapped Haruka's knees and pushed herself up from the bench.

Haruka watched in amazement as Michiru touched the ice, made a couple of circles, and then went back to the entryway. She sneered at her wife and held out her hand. "Come on! It's super easy."

Haruka huffed as she stood up and, with awkward difficulty, walked towards Michiru. Before she could step on the ice, she grabbed hold of Michiur's shoulder for dear life, almost painfully. Yet, as much as she hated to admit it, Michiru knew what she was doing.

The violinist wrapped one arm around Haruka's waist and began to move. At first, it took Haruka a while to move around the ice, but as Michiru kept instructing her how to move, where to lean, she actually began to ease her death grip on her wife.

Before she knew it, Michiru was holding her hand instead of her waist as they joined Mamoru and |Usagi as they completed their third circle in the rink. Haruka was too concentrated on not falling to participate in the conversation Mamoru was having. Whatever they were talking about was not as important as Haruka not falling to her death.

After two more laps, Haruka begged Michiru to take her back to the bench. Michiru agreed, and for some reason, Mamoru asked Usagi for a break. Of course, the younger woman wanted to keep going. Michiru offered to skate extra laps with Usagi, to which she agreed eagerly.

Haruka and Mamoru sat down at a bench near the entryway. The blonde let out a relief sigh the moment her bottom touched the seat. She heard Mamoru chuckling, and she turned to face him with an arched brow. "What's so funny?"

"Well, I can see you got some color back in your face."

"Buzz off!" Haruka said, pushing him away. "I am glad to be alive."

"I can see that!" Mamoru said, then turned to look at Michiru and Usagi skating together. "They seem to be having fun."

Haruka was untying her skates when she heard him. She lifted her chin and managed to catch Michiru, throwing her head back and laughing as she held Usagi's hands as she spun the younger woman around. "Yes they do."

"Usagi was really excited about this. I can't believe she hasn't done this before."

Haruka placed her skate aside and turned her attention to Mamoru. "And she wasn't scared to hurt herself? Now I feel bad. I was acting like such a baby."

Mamoru nodded. "Michiru looks really happy. How long have you guys been together?"

Haruka inhaled sharply, her eyes widening as she made the math equation in her mind. "A long time…"

Mamoru nodded again and scooted closer to his friend. "How—" he cleared his throat before lowering his voice. "How do you make her that happy?"

Haruka leaned away a bit before straightening her back. She shrugged and kept her gaze on her wife. How did she keep Michiru happy? Communication was key. Of course, many people think communication is about constantly yapping away, but communication was all about expressing how they felt in a safe, judgment-free space. Communication was also listening but not just listening to answer back, but to understand. Michiru was constantly in Haruka's mind even when they were right next to each other. She was always thinking of ways to let her know that she was the most important thing in her life and that her future revolved around her and her happiness.

"I have no idea how to answer that," Haruka said, but still she tried. She talked about her love for Miuchiru and how it was a source of self-improvement every single day. She spoke of how every little thing Mchiru did was gorgeous in Haruka's eyes. She spoke of the little things she did for her, and although Mamrou's gaze was fixated on her with all the concentration in the world, Haruka felt as if she wasn't answering his question.

When she stopped talking, Mamoru narrowed his eyes on Haruka and moved even closer. Haruka got uncomfortable and leaned back just a bit. "Listen. That's all beautiful and all but I really want to know what you do to make her happy."

Haruka frowned in confusion, and then it dawned on her. Oh. That.

"Don't get me wrong. I think… I think I am pretty good at what I do but…" Mamoru turned to Usagi, and he looked at her with such an adoring gaze that Haruka couldn't help but fake pout to annoy her friend. "Stop that."

"Well," Haruka wrapped her arm around Mamoru's shoulder and brought him close enough for her to whisper in his ear. "First, you need to—"

After Haruka's thorough explanation, Mamoru's face was as red as a tomato. Right at that moment, Michiru and Usagi had come back from their laps, and Usagi looked puzzled as to why her boyfriend was looking at her with such hungry eyes.

On the other hand, Michiru shifted her gaze from Mamoru to Haruka before giving her an all-knowing look.

Haruka smiled in all her fake innocent glory.

"Mamo-chan? Are you okay?" Usagi asked while seeing Mamoru stand up, towering over her. "Do you have a fever?

"Yes," he lied, giving Haruka a quick look and then going back to Usagi. "I am sorry, Usa. We should get going."

"Wait. What about the restaurant?" Michiru asked, but Haruka grabbed her hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

"We can always get a raincheck," Haruka interjected.

"That sounds like a great idea." Mamoru said, wrapping his arm around Usagi's shoulder and heading out to get their shoes.

As soon as Usagi and Mamoru were a safe distance away from them, Michiru turned to Haruka. "What did you do?"

Haruka laughed. "Today has been a day for a lot of first-time moments." She moved her hand to count them with her fingers. "Ice-skating, double dates, and giving a man sex tips."

Michiru's eyes widened, and her cheeks grew red. "Haruka!"