Disclaimer: I do not own sailor moon!

Haruka came into her living and saw Michiru sitting on her sofa in some sort of trance.

She grinned; Michiru got like this a lot. She went behind her silently, and yelled behind her

"BOO!"

Michiru seemed to jump about fifteen feet in the air, causing Haruka to grin even more.

Michiru turned around sharply and gave Haruka an icy glare.

"Did you have to do that?" She asked exasperatedly.

"Perhaps… But then again perhaps not…" She said, her grin growing wider with every word.

Haruka laughed slightly at the look of annoyance on Michiru's face. When the frown did not waver, however, Haruka decided to use plan B to make sure that she wasn't a bachelorette by the end of this evening: charm.

Sighing softly she tucked a loose strand of Michiru's hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry Michi-chan. I-"

"Oh don't bother! You know I can't stay mad at you!"

'Tools of the trade' she thought to herself chuckling slightly, whilst jumping over the back of their red sofa and putting her arm around Michiru's shoulders. Michiru relaxed into them and sighed slightly.

"Thinking about those days again then?" Haruka asked softly, stroking Michiru's hair.

"How did you know?"

"I always know."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

"You keep telling yourself that Haru-chan."

"I will!"

Michiru laughed softly. She brushed her hand through Haruka's blond hair.

"Was your hair always this short?"

"Wouldn't you like to know...?"

"Yes."

"Well that's just tough then isn't it?"

"Ooh. That's fighting talk."

"You better believe it."

She straddled Michiru's lap and kissed her lips cheekily. Michiru looked at her for a second as if contemplating something, then kissed her back, stroking Haruka's upper-thigh.

"Mind if we go to the bedroom?"

"I think we should."

The End