"Good morning, darling," Haruka murmurs, pulling the other woman tighter against her.
Smiling sleepily, Michiru snuggles in closer to Haruka's warm body. The wine had hit her harder than she expected, as she could not quite remember how they ended up naked in bed. But it was so comfortable in the sheets, and Michiru's imagination easily filled in the blanks.
"I guess we should have some breakfast..." the blonde suggests, slowly rubbing Michiru's back. Lazy Sundays were always the most enjoyable times of the week.
"Mm hmm," the petite girl agrees, appreciating both the embrace and the massage. Life was so simple when it involved waking up in someone else's strong arms.
After playfully slapping Michiru on the ass, Haruka clambers out of bed and jumps in the shower. Michiru soon joins her, and the two share a sinfully long and steamy soak.
Close to an hour later the two women are finally sitting down for omelettes and a continuation of their conversation from the night before.
"I emailed you the contract," Haruka states. "I want you to look at it again and consider it carefully."
"I'm sure the contract itself is fine," Michiru responds, starting to feel exasperated at Haruka's stubborn ways. "It's the entire idea that I'm rejecting."
"Ouch," Haruka remarks, feigning hurt feelings. "Would it really be so awful to work for me?"
"Probably not," the aqua woman concedes, "but I already have a job. One that I value very much. Speaking of which, I'm behind in my work after this weekend, and need to catch the afternoon plane."
"I'll make sure Taylor's here by twelve, then," Haruka says briskly, a business-like edge returning to her voice. She looks down to send a text message to her employee.
"Darling..." Michiru begins, borrowing Haruka's favourite endearment. As the blonde looks up with sulky eyes, Michiru pulls her in by the hair for a lingering kiss. "You don't hear no very often, do you?"
"Definitely not," Haruka agrees, and the two are occupied until the doorbell rings at noon.