A/N: Hmm, what'll happen, what'll happen?

Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi = Sailor Moon ! _ Girls dancing around in short skirts with each of their unique color, demolishing the demons hunting the earth and planets! All the other details are just as important, but here are the main ones. ^^ _

You Think I'll Let You Go Alone?

(Even If We Planned This Beforehand)

'This ain't exactly my night, now, is it, Michiru?'

Haruka Teno'h scowled dangerously, her taut posture screaming, 'I'm HERE, people!' Yet the brooding blond had to hide her presence. And hide it well she did.

Everything was going as planned: Get Kiroto, a big fat cat on top of the pile of squirming kitties, alone with some VERY persuasive catnip (Michiru Kaioh, beloved partner) and drag her fluffy tail back to her secret den where she'd spill all the juicy bits of info.

How the long-haired beauty got the role of seducing nymph, Haruka didn't know. The people at the organization had taken one look at Kiroto's files, had APPARENTLY glanced over at the smirking blond to their right, and declared,

"Let Michiru handle her this time. Haru-kun hasn't really left many maidens their virtue when she's through with 'em."

Okay, fine.

So they called her a playboy.

Worked for her. Yet just HOW she'd gotten attached to a woman who was every bit perfection as the waves rose and fell with the moon, she didn't know. Haruka viewed herself as someone who could give or take a one-night stand, scruffy details and all.

But Michiru, oh no, Michiru was a little-miss-yummy, going around all the time in pretty dresses and going out only so often with the daddy-type num-num date.

It would be a miracle if Haruka could survive a day with the violinist.

But she had.

For two months, in fact. Even more, if she counted their prior one-on-one sparring for a couple weeks when Haruka had to show her, the newbie, some tricks of taking down a big slugging lug that intended to hurt her.

Now, if she admitted it, a mere two months later, Michiru had invaded her space. Not intentionally, no, she WOULDN'T do that, but she'd come into her dreams, into her fantasies. Haruka had snorted when that had first happened, since she knew Michiru was as straight as a stick stuck in cement.

Hardened cement.

So when the aqua-haired eye-candy came out of the dressing room looking every bit as dyke with feminine curves all flaring out in a tight and sexy shirt and jeans, Haruka had fought her own tongue and bit down so as not to drool.

Da-a-ng.

What a stylist could do.

In the perfect little missy's place stood a woman of so many years' experience. Gone was the gentle looks, the knowing tease, replaced with a dark whiplash of female sex-on-water bed.

Smiling over at Haruka, Michiru had flipped her hair. Not in the way she usually did, but over her forehead, curling it down over waves on the back of her neck, the sensuous gesture something so strong that Haruka couldn't stop staring.

All she could say was, "Are you going to be comfortable in that?"

Michiru, new, sexy, dark non-perfect but so rugged Michiru, had replied with a roguish grin,

"I'd probably be more comfortable naked, but it'll do."

When Haruka had choked, Michiru had giggled, and she'd glimpsed the woman she'd come to know over the short span of time. Walking over to her, Michiru had slung an arm around her taller frame and whispered,

"I've been watching you, so don't worry: I know how to act."

NOW Haruka knew why their employers didn't choose her as a candidate for winning Kiroto's 'heart'. Seeing Michiru, she'd be perfect for the job.

Among other reasons. . .

Haruka fought back a growl deep in her soul when she saw everyone around her get cozy and nice with a partner of their choice, laughing softly or just plain flirting.

She'd kept her cool, had done really well, even when multiple herds of women had come to her, smiling with promise and taking her hands. Smiling back, Haruka had done a good job of flirting back, just lowering her seduction a tad, but getting a couple nosebleeds from her 'suitors' when she was done.

Yes, she'd kept her temper well.

Up to the point where she saw who they were dealing with.

Kiroto.

Haruka had thought it was a VERY common name, but apparently, not common enough.

What she was seeing in the corner, was something that made her blood boil. Her childhood bud in sparring. The impish blonde had backed Michiru up into a corner and was practically going down on her partner.

Bad enough that they were sittin' in a CORNER, ALONE; bad enough that they were now in each other's SPACE, just a-JUMPIN' each other's BONES; bad enough that Haruka was-

Haruka was-

AAAAAAAARGHHH! Fine, she'd admit it!

Haruka Teno'h was jealous.

SHE was Michiru's partner, blast the other blonde, SHE was the one who could and WOULD stake her claim, when Michiru had had enough of the male species and turn to examine the delights the same sex could inevitably bring.

Raw fury raced through her veins on scorching hot wind, and Haruka didn't think twice as she descended on the private couple.

Her role had come into play, after all.

A/N: Short but sweet and jealous.