A/N: Another update, happy huh? Well, I'm sad to say that starting tomorrow I will not update on any of my fanfiction works. I will be busy with NaNoWrimo and will continue to update back in December. Please don't give up on this fanfic! Well, read and review! Thanks!

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Haruka was excited. It was Halloween and that meant truckloads of candy and sexy costumes. But this time, her excitement wasn't on sugary treats and masks. In fact, it was something on a more literature sense.

"Haruka . . ." the whiny voice floated from the kitchen.

"What is it, Serena?" the older woman replied back, her mind was set on the material in front of her.

"Why haven't you changed into your tuxedo costume?"

A body was soon draped over her back. Haruka tried to ignore the warm sensation and the softness of the blonde's round breasts, but it was slowly consuming her, the temptation was winning.

"I'm not going," Haruka finally answered and felt the body behind her shift against her back.

"Why?" Serena wondered, her lips close to the older woman's ear. Haruka shivered slightly,

"I'm too busy getting ready for something. Sorry, but can you go trick-or-treating alone this year?"

The moon princess was stunned. Haruka never, ever allowed her to go anywhere alone . . . beside the restroom that is . . .

"Really? What are you working on that's got you preoccupied to even go out with me?" Serena pouted, purposely pushing her breasts against the older woman's arm. The blonde smiled when she noticed that it did the trick as her love stopped to side-glance over at her arm where a pair of breasts were resting. Serena watched as the sandy blonde trailed her eyes from her breasts to where her face was.

"Playboy bunny?"

Serena giggled, hugging the older woman's arm. She let her lip quiver just enough to get an effect from her lover and whined,

"Are you really, really sure that you're going to let me go out into the night wearing just this bodice and stockings? I might get manhandled."

"If you really think of it like that," Haruka stated and turned back to her paperwork, "then don't go."

"Wh-What? Don't go? Never!" Serena cried, flinching and then snuggling against the sandy blonde once again, whining, "Haruka . . ."

"I'm sorry. Either you go alone or don't go at all. I have NaNoWriMo (1) coming around the corner in just a few hours and I'm not going to miss the chance to attempt it," the sandy blonde stated. Serena just scrunched her face in confusion,

"NaNoWriMo? What's that? A military organization?"

Haruka looked at the moon princess for the third time and explained,

"It's a writing contest only held in November. For thirty days straight, you attempt to write a novel consisting of 50,000 words. This contest pushes you to write and it is also said that it might help people out of writer's block. I even heard somewhere that real and professional writers produce about 60,000 - 70,000 words a month. I want to know what it's like to be in their shoes and I just want to see if I can reach that goal. It may be strenuous, but I'm willing to try it."

"B-But . . . Halloween is tradition . . ." the moon princess tried again.

"Tradition or not, I'm already set on doing this. If you really want to go, I can call Michiru and she'll be glad to take you in my place," Haruka offered. Serena jerked away as if she had just touched a hot stove,

"You're cruel!"

Haruka heard her koneko stomp away in rage. She couldn't help but stare at the beautiful and enticing backside that was her koneko and a wry smile appeared on her lips. She was definately regretting it, but she couldn't back out now. There was work to be done.

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(1) NaNoWriMo stands for National November Writing Month. You can find out more about this contest at www . nanowrimo . org.