It happened.

Haruka stared at Michiru in wild bewilderment as the people around them cheered them on. The sound of clapping was muffled as her entire concentration was centered on Michiru alone. Her wife…

Michiru was her wife; she was Michiru's wife. How did that happen?

"Are you going to kiss me or not?"

As if a jolt of electricity had gone through her, Haruka wrapped her arms around Mcihiru's waist, ignoring the fact that maybe she was going to get the dress and tux wrinkled. She didn't care. She had just married Michiru, and this gorgeous woman was wrapping her arms around her and pulling her into the first of many breathtaking kisses they would share as spouses.

Haruka rolled her eyes back and groaned into the kiss, her chest and stomach fluttering with the same butterflies she felt when she first kissed Michiru back when they were teenagers in high school. Now, they were full-grown adults, but she still melted in her lover's arms when they shared a kiss as intimate as that one.

Reluctantly, Michiru pulled away, wiped the lipstick off Haruka's lips, and looked. Haruka drowned in those blue eyes… speaking of which, as if jumping into the water, Haruka dove in for another kiss; this time, Mcihriu's laugh brought her back to their reality. They were married, they weren't alone, and she needed to save some of that energy for tonight. Haruka felt her cheeks fluster and ablaze with images of Michiru in her dress, sprawled out on the Alaskan king-sized bed, cheeks red with passion, eyes darkened with lust.

Haruka shuddered. She couldn't wait to lift the skirt of that dress and devour her wife…

That thought sounded so perfect in her head.

"Alright you two! Face over here! Quick picture before we leave for the reception!"

The photographer they had hired was annoying, to say the least. Haruka understood that he wanted to take the best pictures but damn it, Haruka imagined how it would be like to make love to her wife. Buzz off!

Michiru pulled her to pose next to her, and after a couple of camera flashes, Haruka pulled Mcihiru away as they made their way to the overtop limousine that would take them to their reception. After taking a couple of pictures in front of the limousine, Haruka had to force herself away from her new bride. She opened the door and helped her in, trying her best not to ruing the gorgeous white dress. Then, Haruka ran to her side of the limousine, undid her bowtie, and got inside as well.

Both women stared ahead as if taking in everything that had just happened. Haruka was the first to come back to their reality. She moved her left hand and grabbed hold of Michiru's right hand; the golden wedding band shone proudly on her finger.

Michiru looked down at their joined hands, then moved her other hand to place it over Haruka's as she admired their wedding rings. Michiru wore a gorgeous heart-shaped blue topaz which was surrounded by diamonds. It must've cost Haruka a fortune.

Haruka dipped her eyes from Mcihiru's grinning face, down her long face, her delicious cleavage, and finally their intertwined fingers. She saw the wedding rings, and for the first time since the ceremony, she felt her emotions ball up at her throat. The blonde coughed, trying to regain an ounce of control, but the tears were already sliding down her face.

She was married to Michiru Kaioh; She was married to the love of her life. Not everyone could be as lucky as she was, and that made her cry with utter happiness.

"No," Michiru whispered and quickly moved her hands to wipe Haruka's tears away. "No no no no please don't cry or I am going to cry too!"

Haruka nodded, but the tears kept coming. "I am sorry." She grinned and gasped when Michiru pulled her down for a scorching kiss. Haruka quivered, wrapped her arms around her bride, and licked the seam of her lips, asking for entry.

Michiru moaned in the caress and opened her mouth, welcoming Haruka's possessive stroke. Haruka pulled back, cupped her cheeks, and showered her face with tender kisses before pressing their foreheads together. "I love you. I love you, I love you."

Michiru nodded, her tears free at last. "I love you more."

"Can we skip the reception?" Haruka muttered, her lips trailing over Michiru's. "I want to take this tux off, take your dress off." The blonde trembled with need as her hand moved over Michiru's thigh, lifting her skirt until she touched the garter. Lust exploded in her chest the moment her fingers touched the fabric as images of herself pulling down the garment with her teeth filled her mind. "Oh, Michiru," she moaned, unable to contain herself.

"Haruka," The violinist looked towards the window that divided their section of the limousine with the driver. "I don't want to give him a free show…."

Haruka followed Michiru's gaze until she noticed what she was worried about. On cue, the driver's eyes connected with Haruka's through the rearview mirror. Haruka wouldn't have that. She turned to the control panel by her side and played with the buttons until a dark panel blocked the driver's view.

"Now. Where were we?"

Michiru yelped as the blonde moved to her again. "Wait! Wait! You are going to ruin my makeup!"

"Oh please. You've never cared about me ruining your makeup." She wiggled her blonde eyebrows.

Michiru's face burned. "Haruka!"

"What?"

"I paid five hundred dollars for my hair and make up!"

Haruka froze, her eyes wide, her expression dumbfounded. "Five hundred bucks?"

Michiru grabbed Haruka by the jacket of her black tux and gave her a quick peck on her slightly parted mouth. "Yes."

"That hair and makeup better last you until our first wedding anniversary."

Michiru snorted and turned away from the flustered blonde, only to find a bottle of champagne in one of the limousine's compartments. She pulled it out along with two glasses. "Let's focus our attention on something else. I promise you I will make it worth the wait."

Haruka took the champagne bottle and opened it with a resigned sigh, then poured herself and Michiru a drink. "Fine." She raised her glass and smiled at her lover. "To our new life together."

Michiru smiled, touched her glass to Haruka, and leaned close enough to rest her torso against the blonde. "To our new life together."