"Haruka? Haruka are you okay?" The voice ripped the blonde from her obvious day dreaming. She shook her head, realizing that she hadn't stepped more than a foot from the doorway and Michiru was still standing on the other side of the room.

"Huh? Yeah, I was just admiring these paintings. They're amazing." Haruka said, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks over the visions her mind had played out for her. "Wait. You said you liked to paint. Did you paint these?"

Michiru's cheeks flushed slightly. "Yes. I did." She walked up to the one hanging over the couch, touching it gently. "This one is my favorite."

Haruka walked up next to her, admiring the painting before her. It was done is blues, showing a picture of the earth while next to it a whale was jumping into the sky out of the water. It was truly one of the most amazing paintings she'd ever seen. "It really is amazing Michiru." Her voice trembled slightly noticing how close the other woman was. She almost couldn't believe it, was Michiru trembling also?

Michiru shivered again, looking at Haruka. "I guess I should find us some clothing, huh?"

Haruka frowned, realizing the poor girl was shivering from cold, not the closeness. She nodded, watching Michiru walk into the room to the right of the living room. She wanted nothing more than to do exactly what happened in her little fantasy, but knowing that could jeopardize whatever future they may have, Haruka held back any feelings she may be having.

Michiru returned a few moments later, wearing a pair of blue and green striped pajama pants and a t-shirt, holding out an slightly larger shirt and pair of pants for Haruka.

Haruka took them, thanking her, and went into the bedroom to change. She took her time, looking around the room at the paintings on the walls and the furniture. Everything was solid cherry wood, hand carved. Her eyes moved slowly around, admiring the bed, the dresser, the tables. Her eyes landed on a picture on her nightstand. Curiously, she looked closer. It must have been a childhood picture taken of Michiru and her mother. She looked adorable, her hair in two high pigtails, clutching to her mother and smiling brightly for the camera.

Figuring she'd spent enough time looking around, she quickly changed into the clothes Michiru had given her. After grabbing the wet ones from the floor quickly to avoid getting the carpet wet she emerged, looking down at the shirt.

"You know, if people saw me in this, I would lose my reputation." She glared down at the angry looking cat on the shirt with 'I got out of bed for this?' plastered across the front.

Michiru laughed, taking her wet clothes and walked towards the laundry room, sticking them in the dryer with her own. "I think it suits you."

Haruka faked a glare before smiling. "So, I guess we should get to know each other a little better, shouldn't we?"

Michiru nodded, "We should. Tell me about you."

Haruka shrugged, "What do you want to know? I'm 23, I like racing. There really isn't much more to me than that."

Michiru smiled, "Racing? Sounds dangerous. Why do the nice ones always have to go off and do something dangerous for a living?"

The blonde shrugged, "It's only dangerous if you don't know what you're doing. I, however, am a pro. I know what I'm doing. You should come watch someday."

Michiru smiled, "I'd like that, but then you'd have to come to one of my violin shows."

Haruka nodded, "I think I can manage to sit still long enough. Can I hear you play now?"

The color in Michiru's cheeks rose, showing how nervous she was now. "I guess." She grabbed her violin from next to the piano in the corner of the room. "Be kind to me. Don't judge to harshly."

As she began to play, Michiru's eyes closed. Haruka watched in amazement as she played a beautiful tune. She watched the younger woman's facial expression, admiring the true joy the woman was feeling from playing. It was if her whole heart and soul was coming from the song she played.

Haruka had no idea what possessed her, but she sat in front of the piano. One of Michiru's eyes opened slightly, hearing the weight on the bench next to her. A moment later, and a soft piano medley was playing with the violin. Both girls looked at each other a moment, as if a big secret had just been revealed. They smiled, playing out the rest of the tune before looking at each other.

Michiru lowered her violin. "Haruka, I had no idea you knew piano. You're really good."

Haruka shrugged, "No half as good as you are. You're amazing. Painting, violin, nothing you try to do could be bad. You're just, amazing."

The tension between the two women was almost suffocating. They stared into each others eyes. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Michiru broke the silence, "Would you like a drink?"

Haruka shook her head, trying to clear the daze she was in. "A what? Oh, a drink. Sure."

The pair walked into the kitchen, Michiru opening the refrigerator and Haruka leaning back against the counter. She wished she was able to tell Michiru how she felt, but was unsure if Michiru would feel the same. There was definitely tension between the two of them, but what kind of tension was it? Haruka knew there was only one way to find that out, even if it meant waiting a long time before she was finally able to kiss the woman in front of her.

A/N: And you guys thought she actually kissed her after knowing her for only an hour! HA! I am good! lol Please keep the reviews coming, I like them!