„Great." Michiru murmured to herself. "Seems like the saving decided to go in holiday." The aqua haired woman let out a heavy sigh and decided to ask Haruka for help. She carefully made her way to the door through the dark living room when she heard a strange noise coming from the front door. She frowned and tiptoed over to the hallway when she suddenly bumped into a person that had just entered her house. Michiru screamed in fear and lashed out with her fist, feeling how it hit soft flesh. A surprised "Gah!" sound came, and the person fell to the floor. Michiru just prepared to hit the person again when he or she suddenly yelped: "Michiru, don't! It's me!" Michirus fist stopped in mid air. "Haruka?" she asked surprised. The blonde nodded and came to her feet, rubbing her nose. "You have a strong hit, Michiru." "Sorry." Michiru blushed, happy that Haruka couldn't see that in the darkness. The two women stood in uncomfortable silence for a few moments until Haruka spoke up. "I saw that your lights went out. Did your saving go on holiday?" "Yes." Michiru replied. Haruka produced a flashlight and switched it on proudly. "Where's your fuse box?" she then asked. Michiru pointed to a door and answered: "Down in the cellar. Shall I come with you?" "Yes please." Haruka begged, and the two made their way down to the cellar. Michiru led her friend over to the fuse box, Haruka opened it and worked around for a few minutes. Michiru watched her back while she tried to fix the saving, and sadness crept up inside her. "I love you so much, Haruka…please be with me." She thought to herself. Haruka finished her work and closed the fuse box. "There you go. Light should be working now again." "Thanks." Michiru answered softly. Haruka was just about to make her way back to the stairs that led up into the hallway when Michiru stopped her by taking her arm. "Haruka…" The blonde stopped dead in her tracks, but refused to turn around. "Michiru, don't." she said in a husky tone. "It's not good for you to…" Before she could finish her sentence, Michiru interrupted her. "I think I'm old enough to decide this myself, Haruka. And I want to be with you. I love you, and I don't mind if anyone picks on me!" Finally, Haruka turned around to face Michiru, although this was hard – the only light in the room came from the flashlight Haruka held in her hand. "That's what you are saying now, Michiru." She answered almost inaudible. Michiru stepped closer to her, taking her free hand. "And that's what I'll be saying in four years. Or in forty." Haruka looked down at her, her lips quivering. "I'm afraid to get hurt." The blonde then whispered. "Since six years, I live here alone, the only company were my dogs…and now you come and tell me that you love me, but…I'm afraid you…" Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard. "You're afraid that I don't love you and just do this all out of sympathy, right?" Michiru asked softly, and Haruka nodded. "I would never do that, Haruka." Michiru promised. "And I would never hurt you." She reached out and gently caressed Harukas face, touching the scars without any shyness. Haruka closed her eyes and enjoyed the touches of her love, her heartbeat increasing. "Tell me what you want, Haruka." Michiru whispered. "I want to be with you." Haruka answered softly. Michiru smiled, pulled the taller blonde down to her and they sank into a deep kiss.
Later, both woman sat in Michirus living room. Or, better said, Haruka sat. Michiru had her head in her lover's lap and enjoyed Harukas hand that ran through her hair. The blonde smiled down at Michiru and bent over to kiss her. "Do you want to spend the night here?" Michiru now asked softly. Haruka frowned. "You know, my house is only two hundred meters away…" she started, only to receive a light hit on the head from her love. "I know that, silly! But that's not what I meant." Haruka realized what Michiru was talking about and blushed. Deeply. "Oh! Well…of course, thank you. ^_^ " Michiru giggled at her girlfriend, and they kissed again. "Fine", the aqua haired girl then said, "let's first have a shower – together – and then go to bed. Deal?" "Deal." Haruka agreed, grinning from ear to ear.
The next morning, Michiru awoke in Harukas strong arms. She smiled at her sleeping, newfound lover and snuggled up closer to her. Haruka mumbled something in her sleep, but didn't wake up. A mischief smile spread over Michirus face, and she started to tickle Haruka. The blonde grunted and finally woke up. "Morning!" Michiru called out, only to be greeted from another grunt. "Not a morning person, huh?" the aqua haired girl giggled. Haruka just groaned and refused to stand up. Michiru sighed and wriggled herself free. "I'll go and make breakfast, honey." She announced. Haruka grunted in approval and turned on her stomach, pulling the covers over her head. Michiru smiled and left the room.
