Haruka woke up to the feeling of Michiru's hair tickling her face. She shifted slightly and brushed the hair off her face before turning her attention to Michiru, who was still sleeping peacefully. Haruka felt so lucky. She had finally gotten together with the girl of her dreams, and now they didn't even have a dangerous mission to stop them from being happy.
Haruka twirled one of Michiru's curls around her finger. She could wake up like this every morning. Well, preferably without choking on Michiru's hair first, but being able to watch Michiru sleep wouldn't be so bad. Haruka ran her fingers through Michiru's hair. She continued it for a while, listening to Michiru's steady breathing. Everything was perfect and peaceful.
The perfect moment ended when Haruka's fingers got caught in a tangle in Michiru's hair. She didn't even know Michiru could get tangles in the first place; she had to be too perfect fot tried to gently pull her fingers away in a way that wouldn't make Michiru wake up, but it only made things worse. Michiru shifted slightly but didn't wake up. Haruka sighed in relief and tried to move her other hand, which was currently very numb and stuck underneath Michiru. The smaller girl stayed asleep, and Haruka tried to pull the hair off her fingers. It didn't work. She had no other choice but to pull herself free and hope Michiru wouldn't wake up. Haruka pulled her hand away and her fingers slipped free.
"My, I didn't know you were into hair pulling."
Haruka looked down at Michiru, who was now awake and smiling up at her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked.
"Of course not. But the next time you want to try that, at least make sure I'm awake," Michiru replied and kissed Haruka's cheek, running her finger along Haruka's jaw. Haruka stopped her and took Michiru's hand into hers. She stroked Michiru's knuckles gently and brushed them against her lips.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Still a bit tired, but other than that, I'm fine."
"I meant… last night… when you..." Haruka struggled to find the right words.
"Haruka, we went through this already. You did nothing wrong. Nobody is perfect on their first time. Not even me," Michiru assured Haruka and wrapped her legs around Haruka's.
"You were perfect. You always are," Haruka protested.
"I accidentally kicked you last night," Michiru reminded her.
"Okay, that did kind of kill the mood for a moment, but you were still better than me," Haruka said.
"How about we agree that we were both equally awkward and good?" Michiru suggested.
"But… Fine," Haruka sighed and kissed Michiru's forehead. Michiru laid her head against Haruka's chest and Haruka started to stroke her hair, this time making sure that she wouldn't get her fingers stuck.
"Would you like to order some breakfast from the room service?" Haruka asked after a moment of silence.
"That doesn't sound too bad. I would rather stay here and cuddle you than get dressed and go to the hotel's restaurant," Michiru replied. Her finger drew small circles on Haruka's skin as she spoke.
"So what do you want?" Haruka asked, reaching for the phone on the bedside table.
"Anything is fine as long as you're here."
Haruka called the room service and ordered the hotel's best breakfast. She even used those exact words, earning an eyeroll from Michiru. They stayed under the covers enjoying their first morning together. Haruka hoped that there would be many more of this kind of mornings. She couldn't imagine ever getting tired of feeling Michiru cuddle against her. A sharp knock on the door interruped their perfect moment.
"I'll get it," Haruka said and jumped out of bed. She took one of the hotel's bathrobes from the closet and wrapped it around herself before opening the door. Michiru waited in the bed.
"Just leave it there," Haruka said, and Michiru saw the hotel worker step in to set the large tray on the table. The poor boy was blushing furiously as he saw Michiru and the way she was clutching the sheets against her chest.
You would think that he would get used to a sight like this in a hotel, Michiru thought as the boy quickly left. Haruka took off the robe and crawled back under the covers.
"I hope you won't mind eating in bed," she said and reached over to pull the tray over her legs.
"Just this once," Michiru replied and leaned against Haruka. If every morning with Haruka was going to be this wonderful, she might consider eating breakfast in bed more often, though. As they laughed and fed each other some grapes, they both came to the conclusion that there couldn't have been a more perfect start for their life together.