A/N: This one is rated M, because the prompt was SMUT: She hated it when she did this. This takes place in the same AU as Michiru Kaioh does not have one night stands.

Michiru had always thought herself to be patient and able to control herself. She never rushed into anything without thinking things through, and she also had her own rules for herself that she was very happy to follow. But when she met Haruka, she found all her rules being thrown away.

Before all of their dates, Michiru promised herself that she wouldn't stay for the night because she either had work the next day or she had spent the previous night at Haruka's. Yet each night after their date, Haruka would ask if Michiru wanted to stay for a while. Michiru was very much aware that "for a while" meant staying for the whole night. For the first few times Michiru had thought she could actually just stay for a little while and then go home. Nowadays she had stopped pretending. She knew that if she stayed, she wouldn't be going home. Yet every time Haruka asked her to stay, Michiru was unable to resist. She knew she should have just gone home, but instead she found herself in Haruka's apartment. She hated when she did this. She hated being so weak.

And here she was again; lying on Haruka's bed, her clothes thrown away somewhere between the living room and Haruka's bedroom. Michiru could feel Haruka's heavy breathing against her neck. Every once in a while Haruka mumbled something that resembled words, and even though Michiru didn't understand them, she loved every sound that came out of Haruka's mouth. She felt Haruka's hands running all over her body, each touch making the desire burn inside her even more. Michiru loved having sex with the strap on, and to say Haruka loved it too would have been an understatement. Haruka loved having her hands and mouth free to touch and kiss all over Michiru's body, and Michiru couldn't complain.

"M-Michiru..." Haruka breathed into Michiru's ear. She tightened her hold on Michiru and turned her head just enough to press a kiss somewhere near Michiru's mouth. Her hand travelled up to cup Michiru's breast, and as her thumb brushed against the sensitive nipple, Michiru couldn't help but bite her lip. She reached for Haruka with her shaking hands and tried to pull her even closer. Her fingers dug into Haruka's shoulders, but Haruka didn't seem to mind. Michiru felt Haruka's hips moving faster, and she was sure that this was what heaven feels like. It was getting harder and harder for her to focus on anything else but Haruka.

"You're so hot," Haruka groaned, and Michiru felt like she would pass out from pleasure any second now. She tried to find the words to reply, but the only thing she could say was a quiet plea for Haruka to go harder. Michiru felt Haruka's lips on her neck, but she didn't care. She didn't care if Haruka left marks all over her body, she didn't care that she had work the next day or that she had barely even been home in the past three days. All that mattered was that Haruka was here and Michiru was so close, too close…

Then her mind went blank. Nothing existed anymore. Then her senses started coming back, one by one. She could hear Haruka's heavy breathing next to her ear, feel Haruka's hips still moving against hers, smell Haruka's sweat mixing with her own and taste Haruka's skin against her lips. Michiru was too tired to open her eyes. She felt like her bones and muscles had suddently disappeared, like she wouldn't be able to move ever again. Not that she wanted to, because she really didn't mind the idea of spending the rest of her life with Haruka.

"Michiru… I… I can't… I-," Haruka said, struggling to form full words. Instead she just grunted, and Michiru used all her strength to reach up and bury her fingers into Haruka's hair.

"Shh, it's okay," she assured her, and Haruka buried her face into Michiru's neck. It felt like an eternity, at least for Michiru, before Haruka stopped moving and almost bit into Michiru's shoulder. Michiru knew Haruka was usually loud and that she tried to hold back and keep quiet for Michiru, because that's what Haruka thought Michiru liked. But just because Michiru was quiet, it didn't mean that she expected Haruka to be the same. In fact, Michiru loved every single sound Haruka made in bed. All of those noises reminded her that she was alive.

It felt like forever before Haruka finally sat up and looked down at Michiru. Her hair was messy, and on her lips was a small smile that made Michiru's heart melt. She reached out to gently stroke Michiru's cheek before collapsing down onto the bed. Michiru moved closer and pressed herself against Haruka's side. She could feel Haruka's heart still racing. Haruka reached down to take off the harness, but Michiru stopped her.

"Leave it. In case we want to go for a second round," she said.

"How can you still have energy for a second round? I'm exhausted," Haruka groaned.

"I didn't mean right now. Later, when we've rested for a while," Michiru explained and pressed a soft kiss against Haruka's shoulder.

"I thought you would have wanted to sleep since you have work tomorrow. But whatever, I really can't complain," Haruka laughed. That's when Michiru started feeling guilty.

Work. She would have to get up early the next morning so that she could go home and take a shower before going to work. And she would have to figure out a way to hide the marks Haruka had probably left on her neck. Otherwise Minako would ask annoying questions about Michiru's love life for the whole day. (Not that she didn't do it anyway, but Michiru didn't want to give her any more material to work with.) Michiru started to regret her suggestion about a second round. She would be on a bad mood for the whole day if she didn't get to sleep long enough. She cursed her own weakness. When had she become like this, so weak and desperate that she couldn't help but throw herself at Haruka like a pathetic schoolgirl?

"What's wrong?" Haruka asked, pulling Michiru's thoughts back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking," Michiru replied with a gentle smile.

"Thinking about what?"

"About you. And us. I… Haruka, how do you feel about me?" Michiru asked. She knew she had to know what Haruka thought about her. Did Haruka see her as weak and desperate?

"Why are you asking?" Haruka raised herself up with her arms to look down at Michiru.

"Just answer me, please."

"Well… I really like you. A lot. I think… I love you," Haruka confessed. Michiru felt her heart skipping a beat as she tried to process what Haruka had just said.

"You… you love me?"

"Yes… a lot, actually," Haruka said with an awkward smile.

"Oh." Michiru couldn't think of anything else to day. Haruka loved her. Haruka actually loved her.

"Is something wrong? Oh, I shouldn't have said that. I thought you-"

"No. I just… Doesn't it bother you that all of our dates end up here, in your bedroom? That I stay over all the time?" Michiru asked. Haruka looked even more confused than before.

"Are you kidding me? I'm the one who keeps inviting you here. Why should it bother me? Unless… Oh shit, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for you to think that I expect you to have sex with me after each date!" Haruka tried to explain. She looked like she was ready to bang her head against the wall.

"No, don't apologize. I know you don't expect that. For some reason I just can't say no when you ask me to stay. I thought you'd think I'm weak because of that," Michiru confessed and placed a comforting hand against Haruka's cheek. She was surprised at how easy it was for her to open up to Haruka like this; usually she kept thoughts like this to herself.

"Well then we can both be weak. I can't seem to stop asking you to stay. But I can try, if you really want me to. We can take it slow for a while," Haruka said and pressed her forehead against Michiru's. Her breathing tickled Michiru's face.

"We can try. Let's hope that at least one of us is strong enough to resist. Oh, but there's something I forgot to say," Michiru whispered, leaning up so that her lips were barely brushing against Haruka's.

"What is it?" Haruka asked, and Michiru kissed her. She ran her tongue along Haruka's lower lip and felt Haruka's arms wrapping around her. When they finally pulled away, Michiru smiled up at Haruka.

"I forgot to say that… that I love you too," she said. Haruka looked surprised for a moment before pulling her in for another kiss. This one was just as passionate as the previous one, but this time Haruka was the one to pull away.

"So, how about that second round?" Haruka asked with a smile.

It didn't take long for Michiru to decide. They would try to be strong tomorrow. But tonight, Michiru was weak.