16
It was still early in the morning when she woke up to the feel of a steady breathing caressing her neck, as the sweet scent of Michiru's hair reached her nose.
She was laying on her side, facing the naked beauty curled right next to her, one arm under her pillow, the other around the aquamarine haired woman's slender waist, their legs tangled together.
Memories from the night before came to her mind, as she felt the younger woman slowly nuzzling her nose against her neck, softly pressing her body against hers, to then start to gently kiss her jaw line from her position.
And the blonde woman smiled lazily, enjoying Michiru's sweet ministrations.
She felt her moving against the mattress, closer and over her, kissing her neck and her shoulders all the while. Her soft, full breasts now brushing against her back, and the feel of her nipples against her made her shiver.
And then she felt the aquamarine haired woman's lips kissing their way down her back, stopping briefly at her ribcage. Soft fingertips trailing the path of the white, big scar she knew was there. A scar the size of an apple, with three big zigzag lines around it.
And the blonde woman just stayed still, laying there, allowing the younger woman to trace down the scars on her back, as Michiru softly and gently kissed each and every one of them.
Smaller, almost invisible scars were close to the big, nasty one, and if Michiru looked close enough, and hard enough, she could see the faded lines crossing the blonde's back in an intricate pattern.
"God, what did he do to you?" Michiru whispered, her hand still caressing the soft, long ago wounded skin.
"Not a pretty sight, huh?" Haruka asked, appealing to her best black humor, not moving from her position, laying on stomach, with the aquamarine haired woman pressed over her.
She felt Michiru's lips on her scar again, and she shut her eyes.
She's always been self conscious of her back, knowing the marks of ripped skin on her ribcage was everything but pretty. It was the one and only nasty scar, all the other ones already faded and almost invisible to the eye -though she knew Michiru had already found those as well.
And upon seeing them, people tended to ask all kinds of questions.
Questions she didn't want to answer... of a past she didn't want to remember...
But Michiru knew already. Or at least parts of it. And Haruka felt the strange need to tell her everything.
"I'm a fast healer, and they sewed me up pretty nicely" the blonde woman said, referring to her smaller, faded scars "But my father managed to ripped my skin apart a couple of times with the clasp of his belt..."
A gasp escaped Michiru's lips, and she covered her mouth with her hand, horrified at the blonde's words. And she felt so angry all of a sudden, she wanted to return the favor to the damn man!
"So, I got to keep the souvenir" the blonde finished, rolling around to rest on her side again, her hand supporting her head as she looked at the woman next to her.
And the intense look on those blue eyes, so full of concerned and worry and pain, and something else, was so strong, that she looked away for a moment.
Because, for a moment, she felt incredibly vulnerable in front of that woman, and it all became too much for her.
"Oh, Ruka..." Michiru whispered, holding her close, nuzzling her face on the blonde's neck.
Haruka returned the embrace "It's ok" she said "It was years ago"
Michiru looked up at her, resting on her side to, facing her, and frowning. One hand cupping Haruka's cheek "But you still dream about it" she said "It's still hurting you..."
The blonde frowned at that. Not because Michiru's words surprised her, but because a sudden realization hit her then.
She jerked up from the bed, supporting herself with one hand against the mattress, the other one on her chest, covering her nakedness with the sheets. Her green eyes searching blue ones.
"What is it?" Michiru asked, noticing the change in the blonde's attitude "Ruka, what's wrong?"
"I'm... I'm ok" she answered, still frowning. But when Michiru looked at her, sitting up and curling next to her, hugging her close, she smiled, reassuringly "I'm fine, really"
And she actually meant that.
Because, for the first time in years, she had slept trough the entire night.
Well, not exactly the entire night, considering she had spent the majority of it making love to the now naked beauty next to her. But the amount of time she had actually slept, she had done exactly that. For the first time in six years, she had spent a night without the ghosts from her past coming to hunt her down.
What is it about her?, the blonde wondered, looking into the depths of those big blue eyes. What is it that makes me feel like this? She held her close then, enjoying the feeling of the warm naked skin against hers. It felt so good. So right...
"Michiru... we... we need to talk" Haruka started "About this, about..."
Michiru kissed her, not letting her finish her sentence. And then she looked at her, cupping the blonde's face with her hands "I know we didn't exactly... talk... last night" she said, blushing "And I know it's not exactly ideal, considering... well, everything, actually. But, can we... not talk right now?"
"But what about..."
The aquamarine haired woman put a finger on the blonde's lips "I know we need to talk, you're right, but... Please, just... I don't want to have to think about consequences or possibilities... I just want to be with you" she pleaded.
Haruka let out a sigh, and looked into deep blue eyes. Her hand mindlessly playing with one aquamarine curl.
"I'd like that" she finally said, her hand now caressing the other woman's cheek "But the time is so wrong..."
"I know" she whispered, tilting her head towards Haruka's hand.
The blonde smiled softly at that. But a frowned soon came to her face "Everything's so messed up right now. And I hate you being caught up in the middle of it all"
The aquamarine haired woman took the blonde's hand in hers, kissing it softly "Can we just... face one problem at a time?" she asked, looking up at her.
Green eyes looked at her for a moment, in silence, before she tilted her head to the side, looking at big blue eyes "So you're saying we should just... wait and see?"
Michiru moved closer, softly brushing her nose against Haruka's. Their breaths caressing each others faces "I know you have a lot in your mind right now, and I don't want to be another problem for you to fix" she said "I'm here, now. And we're both pretty mush stuck here..."
The blonde rolled her eyes "Don't remind me about that..." she said.
"I like you, Ruka" Michiru continued "And I like this" she said, now holding her, pressing her naked body against hers.
And the look on those blue eyes was so transparent, so sincere, that Haruka let out a sigh, her hand cupping her cheek, mindlessly caressing the other woman's lips with her thumb.
And looking into Michiru's eyes, Haruka wonder if she could do what the younger woman was asking of her...
She had spent the last few years planning every step, considering all the possibilities, all the consequences. Always on safe ground. And Michiru was asking her to jump with her, not knowing what could wait for them. Just let it be. No plans, no path to follow. Simply let their passion guide them, and see where they landed.
There where too many questions they needed to ask each other. Too many things they still didn't know about the other. But the look on those eyes made Haruka realized she didn't' want to ask questions.
Not right now. Not yet.
For the first time in her life, she wanted to take the chance, and just jump. With Michiru by her side.