It took Haruka half of an hour to completely clean the mess of pie and glass off of the floor and one and a quarter to clean the scum off of the sofa. When she had finished with those tasks, she went back upstairs and took off her tuxedo. It was Michiru's favorite, too. She always commented on how "slick" Haruka looked when she wore it. Haruka sighed and slipped on a clean pair of pants. The white dress shirt that she was wearing had managed to evade the flying purple pie, and would do fine without a tuxedo. She was really beginning to hate Usagi. Well, she had actually begun to hate her many years ago after she almost blew up her favorite convertible.
Haruka's watch read seven twenty and she was beginning to get hungry. She wouldn't be able to wait for Michiru much longer, her stomach was grumbling disturbingly loud. Haruka hadn't had time to eat lunch while she was taking care of Usagi. The smell of the stew had already wafted up to the bedroom and was filling Haruka's nostrils with a very tempting smell. Haruka lit the scented candles by the bed, dimmed the lights, and headed back down to fill her lamenting stomach.
Then the doorbell rang again. Haruka's mind was still incapable of thinking that the person at the door may have been Usagi. If she had been thinking clearly, she would have realized that Usagi would have been outside for about three hours. She would have been too scared to stay out there alone, especially now that it was dark outside. Haruka never thought of that and immediately opened the door as she had done previously.
It was not Usagi. There were no traces of the pigtailed girl or the little pink vehicle that she had somehow drove into her driveway. It was Michiru. She was wearing a black strapless evening gown with her hair in one tight plait falling to her mid-back. Michiru must have removed the aquamarine dye from her hair, for her hair was the natural, straight black that she wore on serious occasions. Come to think of it, her hair color was a bit too much, but anything attached to Michiru looked wonderful no matter how odd it was.
"Haruka! Happy anniversary!" she exclaimed, smiling and presenting the flabbergasted Haruka with a hand-length wrapped box.
"Michiru!" Haruka exclaimed, finally admitting that it was not a mirage that she was seeing, and gratefully took the package. "I missed you so much!" Haruka knew that she sounded childish, but she knew not what else to say. She pulled Michiru into a tight hug, relishing the feel of Michiru's soft breasts against her chest. "I missed you. I'm so glad that you are alright," she said again, whispering softly into the sweet nape of Michiru's neck.
"I'm sorry, Haruka. I didn't mean to stay so long. I got three flat tires; there must have been something on the road. It took awhile to get picked up and I had to stay in a motel while the car was being fixed."
Haruka couldn't have thought of any better reason for her absence. She was in one piece, and that is what mattered. Haruka held Michiru for several more seconds before Haruka's rumbling belly interrupted their tender moment. Michiru laughed gently and led Haruka into the house. "Beef stew? Smells delicious."
"I'm glad." Haruka let herself be led into the dinning room and pulled a chair out from the table for Michiru.
Michiru took the seat and watched Haruka skillfully fill a large blue ramen bowl with a hearty portion of well-adorned stew. Haruka removed the lid of the rice cooker and filled a smaller bowl with rice and set the food in front of Michiru. She did the same again, placing hers on the place across from Michiru. Haruka then went to the refrigerator and retrieved a bottled of champagne that she hid in the back. She poured a dose of the fizzy clear liquid into both glasses, set the bottle on the table and sat down.
Haruka instantly brought the bowl to her lips and drank down the broth in deep gulps. Michiru did the same, but at a much slower rate, savoring the lovely taste of one of her favorite dishes. Haruka scooped the beef and vegetables into her mouth with a swift movement of her chopsticks. Michiru watched Haruka eat with a smile. She ate fast, but was very tidy. There was not a single drop spilled. Haruka sipped her champagne in a slightly lower fashion, but much faster than she should of. Michiru suspected that Haruka would take another glass of champagne; she was always still thirsty when she drank quickly. She had sometimes had five glasses before the first reached her stomach. At least it wasn't anything hard. Haruka would have run into some serious problems if the alcohol concentration were any higher. Michiru didn't mind too much; Haruka's lovemaking was much more passionate on the rare occasions that she drank.
Michiru continued on her meal long after Haruka had finished off the good-sized bottle on her own. She wasn't sure of how to make conversation. They usually talked during dinner, but tonight, talking was apparently not the first thing on Haruka's mind. She hadn't even bothered to ask how her trip was. Her phone didn't even have service during most of it. With all the money at her expense, she still had the old phone that she had had since the beginning of school in America. Oh well. She was in the mood. It was their anniversary, after all. Michiru ate faster.
Haruka got up from the table, removed Michiru's dishes, and then came back fro her own, smile subtly during the act.
"Michiru?" she asked, her voice riddled with lust.
"Yes, Haruka." It was more of a statement that a question. She knew very well what she wanted.
"Would you like to go upstairs?"
"You know I would," Michiru replied, leaning against Haruka and slowly unbuttoning her shirt.
Haruka gently removed Michiru's hands just before she undid the last button. "Not here," she said, nudging toward their room.
Michiru held a tight grip on Haruka elbow; it would have been something if Haruka had tipped over and broken her neck on her way down the stairs.
"I'm fine, Michiru." Haruka offered, noting her lover's concern even in her drunken stupor.
Michiru ignored her and kept her grip, opening the door to the candlelit room. She smiled. "May I continue now?"
Haruka nodded and let Michiru finish her job on her shirt. Michiru slid a hand over Haruka's breast, gently cupping the right and leaning in to kiss the left.
Haruka let out a deep moan as Michiru took her nipple in her mouth. Michiru took pleasure in Haruka's response and began to unfasten her pants. Haruka took the opportunity to unzip the back of Michiru's dress and pull the black fabric from her creamy skin. Haruka's pants fell to the floor, shortly followed by the tight, women's' boxers that she had been wearing. Haruka brought Michiru's bare body against hers and touched a soft kiss to her lips, grabbing a handful of her backside as she did. Michiru laughed and slapped away the fondling hand, pushing away from Haruka to go and lie upon the bed. Michiru propped her head on one of the pillows, first arching her knees and then spreading her legs to reveal the scenery that Haruka had been craving for. Haruka smiled and walked over to her dresser, removing the strap-on and attaching it to her body.
Haruka draped herself over Michiru's body and took her lips to her own, positioning herself between her oh-so-welcoming legs.
"Haruka?" Michiru interrupted, just as Haruka readied to enter her. "What are you doing?" Her voice sounded terrified.
Haruka looked down at Michiru, not understanding what had just happened. But it wasn't Michiru at all. It was Usagi. A saucer-eyed eyed Usagi lying pinned beneath her. Haruka jumped from the bed with the nimbleness of a cricket, screaming in terror, and not at all believing what she was seeing.
"Haruka? Are you okay?" Usagi asked, staring at the horrified woman on the floor. Usagi walked over to Haruka, bare as a newborn.
Haruka shrieked as Usagi approached her, trying to tear the image of her naked body from her mind. This wasn't right. Michiru was just here…it was definitely Michiru, not Usagi.
Haruka closed her eyes and backed herself into the corner as far as she could, but it did not prevent Usagi from edging closer.
"Haruka? Are you okay?" she repeated. "It was just a nightmare, Haruka! Snap out of it!"
Haruka gathered the courage to open her eyes.
She wasn't in her bedroom any more. She was on the sofa, sweating, hyperventilating, and staring into the eyes of a fully clad Usagi.
Chapter is finshed.