A/N: Sorry it's been a while. Finally done working in another city so I have time to write now! Anyway, onward!
Haruka whistled a tune in a very similar melody to that which she had played alongside Michiru the day before. She looked down at the bouquet of wildflowers in her hand, smiling over her choice. Wildflowers were much more creative than the usual roses.
She arrived at the pier minutes before eleven, slightly surprised that the aqua beauty was already there waiting. Her smile brightened as her eyes gazed over the other woman, holding the flowers behind her back.
Michiru was dressed in a flowy navy sun dress that fell just above her knees, her hair pulled up in a white bow with tendrils falling around her face. Haruka's breath was caught in her throat as the wind tugged gently on the other woman's dress and hair. She walked up behind her and presented the flowers in front of her. "For you, my dear."
Michiru grinning, taking them and turning to face the blonde. "They're beautiful. Thank you."
The pair started walking along the pier, a heavy yet amazingly not awkward silence between them. They simply enjoyed each others company. They shared little tidbits of information about themselves. Haruka spoke in depth analysis of racing the cars which confused Michiru so thoroughly she had no idea what the blonde was speaking of anymore.
Haruka noticed the confused yet steady look on the aqua haired woman's face and smiled. She could see the wheels in Michiru's head turning, trying to make even the slightest bit of sense out of what the blonde had been rambling.
"Sorry Michi. I guess I get a little carried away when I talk about racing." Haruka said, scratching her head.
Michiru smiled, liking the way Haruka called her 'Michi' instead of her full name. It was cute the way it just rolled off the taller woman's tongue. Somehow, it just fit. "It's alright Haruka. I was with you up until you stopped talking about the paint color of your new car." She grinned as the blonde blushed slightly.
"I promise to be better about rambling." Haruka crossed her finger over her heart.
"Don't you dare. I like your rambling. It's cute." Michiru instantly blushed as soon as the words escaped her lips. She had never once admitted to anyone that they did or said something 'cute'. She watched as the blonde turned a violent red before she turned to her.
"Well I think you're cute." The words caught Michiru completely off guard. She stopped dead in her tracks with a look of utter confusion painted on her face.
Haruka stepped a little closer to her, "I do. I think you're beautiful Michiru." She brushed a stray strand of aqua out of the girl's face.
The heat rose in Michiru's cheeks and her heart felt like it was going a thousand miles an hour. Should she say something? Is this the kind of thing you say 'Thank you' to? Should she kiss her? More importantly, did she want to kiss her?
Michiru looked deep into the eyes opposite of her own. The intensity of Haruka's gaze captured hers. Their breath mingled in the tiny space between their lips until finally, Haruka's soft lips captured Michiru's.
It seemed to have lasted forever and a nano second all at once. As the pair finally parted Haruka smiled down at Michiru. "Shall we go home now?"
Michiru nodded her head, her lips still tingling for the sensation on Haruka's lips on her own. All she knew was that she felt completely comfortable with Haruka around. And she wasn't sure she wanted her to ever leave.