Admittedly, waking up next to the one you love is one of the best things in the world. Haruka was no exception. I looked into her face and admired her undisturbed profile as she breathed gently in her sleep.

I sighed.

Rays of light had just begun to pour in through the half closed curtains. Haruka's breathing was even and deep. I felt it lulling me back to sleep. Unabashedly, I snuggled back into her warmth and closed my eyes.

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When I woke up, I could feel Michiru's warmth and her hair tickling my chin. Strangely enough, I felt almost shy and hesitant to open my eyes. When I finally did, a blanket of aqua filtered my sight. Guiltily, I took a slow whiff and smiled like an idiot to myself.

'Mmm... Michi first thing in the morning. I could get used to this,' I grinned.

She was smiling gently in her sleep. Then, she gave a small sigh and burrowed deeper in to the warmth of the blankets.

What are you dreaming of, little one?

I rose up from the bed as gently as I could, trying not to wake her. A shower and a minute later, I was sitting comfortably in my blue chairwith a pot of coffee and this morning's newspaper in my hand. I slicked back my wet hair and slid my reading glasses onto my nose.

After I was done with the business section, I decided to check on Michi. My jaw hit the ground and I could practically feel my eyes widen twice their normal size as I stared at Michiru tangled up in my sheets.

Oh, stay still my beating heart.

Somehow, sometime during my shower she had somehow managed to shift until my dress shirt she was wearing rode up high on her thighs. My eyes traced up her long, long legs and I had the decency to blush when I saw the scandalous THING she was wearing, and the amount of flesh it revealed.

Holy crap and the mother of all virgins.

I gulped as I pulled the sheets back to it's original place and dashed away as fast as I could.

Coffee..

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When I woke up the second time that morning, I felt incredibly content.

I probably smell like Haruka now. I wonder how long will her scent last?

I stretched and padded out into the living room groggily.

Ara... I must look a mess.

I glared at Haruka as she smiled amusedly, probably at my appearance. She looked great, as usual. Perfectly pressed clothes, perfectly slicked hair, and yes, even those stylish frame less glasses of hers are sitting perfectly on her perfect nose.

Haruka is grinning widely by now.

I hate morning people.

"Coffee?"

"Please."

--

I looked carefully at her face for any trace of yesterday night.

None. I sighed.

I hope she's fine now.

I put aside the papers.

"Are you going?"

"Huh?", I stared dumbly at her. She giggled lightly.

"Ohh...the concert."

She nodded.

"Of course I am..You don't even need to ask"

I felt slightly giddy when she gave me a brilliant smile.

"So?"

She stared at me confusedly, "Yes?"

"Get into the toilet and take your bath. Wouldn't want you to stink up the shops now would we?" I winked.

She twisted on her heel and strode away.

"Where're you going, love?"

She threw her aqua curls back and grinned at me.

"To shower of course. I've got a shopping date in an hour!"

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"Michiru!! Haruka!!"

I turned around. I glanced at Haruka at the corner of my eyes and saw her tense her muscles. I stifled a giggle.

A flying tackle was launched but Haruka caught her with ease that came with practice. Setting Hotaru on her shoulders, Haruka grinned. My pulse raced.

"Hey Princess!! Did you do what I told you to?"

Hotaru giggled and nodded. Both of them whispered conspiratorily like children. Well, at least one of them had an excuse.

"Great!"

Haruka winked at Hotaru and I saw a twinkle in her eyes.

Hmm...they are probably up to no good again. Poor Sets...

Haruka set her 'Princess' down and Hotaru settled for holding Haruka's hand. You see, Hotaru lives with her Setsuna-mama. Her parents died when she was young. Knowing how painful it was growing up without love, Setsuna adopted Hotaru who had suffered the same fate. Mr. and Mrs. Tomoe died in a car crash on the way to the hospital for a check-up. All this happened when Hotaru was only a year old and she had no living relatives. Haruka and I watched her grow up and we grew to love her. Sometimes, she thinks of Ruka and I as her parents and calls us such, which always melts my heart. I know 'Ruka adores her, and they are so cute together.

Setsuna caught up to us, "Hi, I was just taking Hotaru out for

lunch. What are you guys doing?"

"Well, it's Michi's concert tonight and we're shopping!"

Setsuna raised an eyebrow, "Hmm.."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Dammit, I hate it when she does that.

"Anyway, we've gotta go. Come on over anytime."

"Sure." I lowered myself to Hotaru's height "See-ya Princess!" and ruffled her hair glossy black hair.

She gave a small wave and a smile to Michiru. I couldn't help but look over as well and stare at her legs which were revealed when she bent over to kiss Hotaru on the cheek. Instantly, I felt unreasonably jealous and wished that I was on the receiving end of that kiss. Setsuna must have seen my reaction because she gave me her all knowing smile. I glared at her with all my might and she grinned cruelly.

Damn that mind reading woman.

After the good-byes ended (thank God), I felt my hand being tugged along and I fell in step with Michiru.

A few moments and purchases later, I found myself standing alone surrounded by paper bags in a swimsuit shop. At least three sales women were trying to get me to try a pair of swimming trunks. Of course, I politely declined.

'Imagine their reaction,' I chuckled to myself.

I don't blame them. I mean, I DO look dashingly handsome in my khakis and could fool anybody easily into thinking I'm a man. I basked in my rare self-admiration for a minute. Suddenly, several wolf-whistles could be heard in the direction of the changing rooms. I turned around to face a blushing Michiru.

Wow. Somebody smack me now.

She struck a pose.

"Nice?"

Wow.

The turquoise two piece was simple yet sexy on her. I felt myself jaw detach itself and hit the ground.

"Wow." Did I pass today's limit for Wow's?

"Great! I'll have this one please."

Michiru smiled at the saleswoman and slipped back into the changing room with a parting wink. I resisted the urge to glare at the men who had ogled her earlier. Smiling charmingly at the disappointed girl at the cashier, I paid for the purchases and requested for them to be packed when Michiru is done.

My cellphone vibrated and I quickly fished it out of my pocket.

I stepped behind Haruka and handed the suit to the girl. By the way she was smiling and flirting as she spoke, I could tell it was Usagi. Haruka always denies anything whenever I tease her about it. Usagi is also one of my good friends and the kind of girl everyone likes. With her good looks and cheery nature, it is no wonder she has plenty of friends and Mamoru, her longtime boyfriend.

The call ended. Haruka picked up our puchases and turned around excitedly.

"Guess what?!"

"What?" I decided to play along for now.

"Our little Bunny is getting married!!"

To be continued..

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Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Sailormoon.