Our beloved Sailor Senshi are still wonderful and still don't belong to me. All credits go to Naoko Takeuchi.
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Waking up relaxed and cuddled up in a bed that had that sense of of warmth and the scent her love was a much peculiar feeling. Suddenly there was no doubt that this was right and immediately Ruka wanted to draw the smaller girl closer into her arms to hold onto that moment, only to realize the other half of the bed was empty.
Panic overflowed. Had Michiru regretted their decision and yesterday was only a weak moment before she decided it was too risky? When it came to love the otherwise brave soldier felt lost. As cool and and as calm she had made herself look like yesterday it had taken a lot of courage. Flirting was easy and her master-craft but being serious made her feel like a ridiculous chibi version of herself. Calm down, she told herself. She threw some clothes on and started looking for the other girl.
Soon enough she found her in the kitchen piling food on the table.
Michiru slowly mustered her with a strange and concerned look. „Good morning. You look hot ..erm", she started looking for words. „You are sweating, are you alright?"
Caring she touched her partners forehead but her touch didn't quite have the calming effect. On neither of them. Haruka had indeed raised blood pressure and started sweating from waking up without the reassurance of her partner by her side. As soon as their skins touched though and Michiru's look changed from puzzled and concerned to caring and concerned she felt safeness. A safeness that was only in her partners embrace.
Both started smiling, incredibly thankful for having each other but now not knowing what exactly to do and how to act with this changed relationship status. For a split second to long they were just standing there pondering about their next step.
„I see you made us breakfast", Haruka gestured at the was quite the understatement as the table was overflowing. Rolled omelettes, miso soup, grilled fish and of course steamed rice with nori. In her nervousness Michiru had even made some salad as she knew this was Haruka's favorite dish.
„I thought we could have a nice breakfast and then stay in and relax a little bit", shyly looking down she stroked the blondes lean arms. An hopeful grin escaped her and when she faced Haruka she knew the racer felt the same way. Naturally the tomboy picked up on that suggestion and caressed Michiru's neck, only to pull her closer for a kiss. Haruka had always been an excellent kisser but in the past their kisses had been steamy and on their ways to the bedroom with an after-taste of guilt. This time neither one was in a rush, Haruka enjoyed playing and teasing and the finally sinking into it, pouring all her love in this long kiss. When they broke the kiss the blonde cupped her lovers face and stroked her aqua hair, enjoying to play with the soft curls.
„Unfortunately my dear, we have an essay to turn in Miss White's class. Remember?"
Haruka babbeld on about how Michiru had always cared about their education and she deserved to have a normal life whenever possible and therelike but the artist wasn't paying much attention.
Why is it that when finally things were the way the should be normal life was in their way. Such things never stood in the way in books or movies. When two souls finally managed to be together there was hot and steamy sex. Kisses that felt like promises, naked skin and … This was just not fair! Michiru snapped out of her daydreams when Ruka let out a fair cry.
„You are gripping a little to tight here dear. I am not going anywhere." She pulled the aqua-haired sea-goddess onto her lap and flung her arms around her. This was not exactly what Michiru had in mind but it felt so natural and cozy. „Here, we should eat and get dressed." Playfully Ruka fed Michiru with some miso. Laughter and kisses filled the room and for a little moment they were simply to young people in love, having nothing to worry about other than school.
„I promise I'll help you out of that school-uniforms of yours later" a certain blonde racer sported her wolfish grin again as her hand wandered under the aqua-haired's skirt.
