A/N: And the marble has started to roll down the hill! ^^

Disclaimer: *cheers* 'kan-pai, kan-pai!' Naoko Takeuichi *hick* and Sailor *hick* Moon!

Invited to Play

(Because That WAS The Plan, Right?)

Michiru watched in awe as the club's normally-stoic-yet-inviting atmosphere turned downright chaotic and wildly fun as the DJ shifted into rougher music, flaring raw spotlights on the two women in the corner.

Partner and prey, they threw punches, dodged, kicked, karate'd across the floor, wild grins on their faces. It was like watching two dragons wrestling, all in fair play.

Flashes of aura were shown in turn, a battle of wills.

Suddenly, chaos settled in an unspoken agreement. Michiru sat, smiling, with a raised eyebrow as the two participants settled themselves loosely around the table, challenging glares directed at each other.

"She's mine, Teno'h."

A possessive growl, and Michiru smiled. She then felt a dominating hand draw her roughly into a soft embrace, right into Haruka's lap.

"Never found a woman I couldn't steal from you, Kiro-koi."

Detecting rising irritation from herself, Michiru noted the clenched jaw of her prey, the eyes dark in anger underneath wild blonde bangs.

"You two... know each other?"

Michiru gave a sexy-toned thigh a good pinch and slinked out of a squirming hold, and into waiting arms of a delicate matter. Kiroto smiled wryly, her lips pulled back in an almost animal-like snarl.

"Yeah. Michiru, meet Haruka Teno'h, the one woman who has every woman she wants- except me. Otherwise, she's known as my 'childhood friend'. Teno'h, meet Michiru Kaioh- stealer of my heart."

Michiru swallowed a gulp.

This was almost getting out of hand.

Taking Kiroto's hand in hers, she scooted closer and turned to her partner. Giving the scruffy woman a challenging look, Michiru purred,

"Even I haven't gained the privilege of calling her my. . . lover, Haruka. . -san."

Michiru felt a curl of amusement low in her belly when her partner squirmed, a shaky grin coming to her blushing features. Wearing a leather jacket, Haruka looked deliciously yummy.

The pants accentuated her feminine curves, yet gave her a dominatingly handsome look. Boots clasped about her calves, and Michiru about swooned when blond racer got over her embarrassment and sprawled out over her chair, a suggestive lilt to her voice.

"Bring me with you guys, and I can hold her down while you. . . whip her senseless, Michiru. . -san."

Haruka was getting a kick out of this, Michiru realized. Well, she could, too-

"You're going to tag along even if I say no, eh, Teno'h?"

Kiroto broke in, her color high. Laughter was in her eyes, and she stood and rose from the table, smiling down gently at clasped hands.

"Well, I haven't had fun for a good while. Let's go, Michiru. . . Haruka."

Aquatic eyes gleamed up at darkened blue, then twinkled in connection at laughing green. The players had beem introduced, the basic layout set, and lots of fun was promised to come.

"Ok," they murmured, rising themselves.

The games was on.

A/N: . . . wonder what they'll find at 'Kiroto's house'? ^^ hint, hint