"Hold still for crying out loud" Haruka said pushing Michiru back to the bed.

"This is not good, Haruka you need to…" Michiru sighted, sitting back on the bed. Haruka was in front of her, bandaging her palm.

"You need to shut up, Michiru, and stop thinking so much about it" the blonde interrupted the woman.

"Haruka! I am turning into a witch and you are keeping me here with you. It will only harm you".

"That is nonsense I don't care to hear about anymore. I am sick and tired of this magic thing and I won't let you run into the world just because of it".

"So what will you do? Wait for me to turn into a witch and have my soul die? So I can kill you or who knows what will pass through my mind then?" Michiru angered trying to rise again, but Haruka pushed her yet again to the bed.

"If I have to…" she looked up into the woman's eyes. "Look, Michiru, I have…I have always done the right thing, I have always taken care of my planet, caring only for it and not about me. Well, now I am sick of it and, while I will never stop doing my duty, I will also…" Haruka sighted. "I won't give you up, because I want you and I need you in my life".

"Haruka, you are putting an immense weight on my shoulders…"

"What is that? My love?"

"No…" Michiru smiled stroking the blonde's strands. "Your safety, your security".

Haruka had finished taking care of Michiru's palm and stood up. She opened the bottle of wine that was sitting on the desk in front of the window and looked outside. She could only see clouds above the picks of a mountain.

"Where are we?" Michiru whispered, looking at her palm.

"My private hideout, only I can reach. There are no stairs here. No way to get out, only with me".

"You kidnapped me?" Michiru looked up, amused.

"Yes" Haruka said very serious.

Michiru stood up, approaching the blonde who was still staring outside, taking small sips of her wine.

"Haruka…remember when you freed me out of that ice dungeon and we arrived at your castle. I tried kissing you in order to poison you. It wasn't me, it was the curse on me, the witch in me. But…still…I tried. I am afraid I will try it again and it kills me just to think of it. You have to let me go".

Haruka growled placing her glass on the desk. Her face was cold. She turned to Michiru, pulling the woman in her arms and kissing her lips greedy.

"Kill me, Michiru! Kiss me until you kill me. Kiss me breathless" she whispered supporting her forehead on Michiru's. "Take it if you need it, take the life out of me!" she said, embracing Michiru harder. Her hands were lightly shivering on Michiru's waist and she closed her eyes.

Michiru tried pulling away, but the blonde didn't let her.

"I won't let you…I won't let you run, I won't let you go, I won't…"

Michiru stopped struggling.

"I only want to run, because you are what is most dear for me in this world. And I cannot live with the feeling that I might harm you. I would rather ask you to end me…for the good of both".

Michiru stared into Haruka's eyes, desperate. There was love in her eyes and the fear of hurting.

"I'll tell you what…I'll kill you tomorrow" Haruka smirked. "But give me this night with you, let me have this night without having to think of tomorrow. Because I have longed for you since I awoke of that so called coma and…I want and need you, desperately".

Michiru didn't have time to answer as Haruka covered her lips with a passionate kiss. She pushed the woman to the bed, falling over her and embracing her whole body. Haruka's lips felt soft on Michiru as she had slowed down, making her kisses endless. Her hands moved slowly upon Michiru's dress, raising the woman by her waist, making their hips unite in the same pace of their passion. Neither Haruka nor Michiru wanted to rush, trying to transform the few hours of the night into an infinite moment. Their palms touched endless times, jointing their fingers, their eyes lingered into each other, in moments which didn't need any words. As Haruka finally undressed Michiru, she left a long sight out, feeling their bare skins touch, sensing the heat of the woman's body, absorbing her into her. She couldn't move her hands slowly anymore, she needed to explore every inch of the perfect skin in her arms, she tasted the perfume of Michiru's body with her greedy lips, and she used her fingers like brushes, to draw a map of her passion on Michiru's body.

Because Haruka herself felt desired like she had never in her life. It were Michiru's moans as her hands moved on the blonde's skin as her lips caressed the tender lines and the hidden gems of Haruka's restless lust. Haruka took possession of Michiru's hips, making the woman lust at the blonde's pace, rising her upper body so she could look at Michiru perfectly as the woman's breathe became faster, her perfect rounded breasts, rising and lowering, begging Haruka for pleasure. She opened her eyes slowly as Haruka just froze at the sight of the pure beauty beneath her and lifted her body, slowly embracing Haruka's waist, searching for her lips. The blonde tangled her fingers in the turquoise hear, letting herself go, letting herself feel, breathing the collapse of her pleasure at the same time as Michiru. She embraced Michiru, promising in her mind to never let the woman go.

Haruka fell asleep in Michiru's arms, late at night, after spending her time in total silence, embraced with the woman. There was no need of words, only of embraces and strokes.

Still, Harula felt time was slipping through her fingers as she woke up alone in the bed. She found Michiru out, next to the tower, on the small spot of grass. Michiru was looking into the distance at the clouds stroking the bandaged wound in her palm with her fingers. Her look was absent minded and eyes darker than usual.

"Stop it, Michiru" Haruka said, crossing her arms and supporting her shoulder in the doorway. "Stop thinking of it, you only let your mind drift away".

"You won't kill me, will you?" she whispered.

"You really believed I would?"

"Haruka, what did you expect when you brought me here? What did you hope?"

"Didn't last night mean anything to you?"

"It meant the world to me!" Michiru looked at Haruka almost furious. "And it kills me because I won't be able to have it in the future".

"Michiru…why are you so sure you will turn into a witch? Maybe that part of you won't win and…"

"It's too late, I already used those powers and Nixie knew it…she knew I have had to use them to cure them. She made sure to put a curse on her family: if one dies, the other becomes a witch".

"So Dylan will become one if you die?"

"No…it's not in his blood".

Haruka remained silent.

"So we can end the line of witches with the last witch standing here in front of me?"

"At least this line if witches…"

"Michiru…how did you heal me?" the blonde asked.

Michiru smiled short and looked back at her hand.

"You know how Nixie got Dylan's soul out of him to use his body?"

"Yes…"

"I did the same thing with you. I passed your soul down on…well, your dog. It must have been a pure being that loves you more than anything in this world and for whom you have very warm feelings. So your dog was perfect for it. This way your body remained empty. I had to do this as a body can't die without a soul in it".

"I…I was in my dog? And where was my dog?" Haruka blinked confused.

"Still there…an animal soul is strong, but can't live with two souls in it forever. This is why Dylan's bird died…it had two souls in it for too long".

"Good grief, Michiru!"

"I emptied your body of blood and gave you blood perfusions until it had the right amount again. Clean blood I had shifted from your hospital. I had Amy get it for me, although she wasn't sure how I was going to do it…she also never asked. I did this several times until the poison was out of you…as what Nixie gave to you was a poison. Then I transferred your soul back".

"This sounds like…"

"Hocus Pocus? Yes, I know" the woman smiled again. "But it worked didn't it?"

"And why would this turn you into a witch?"

"Because playing with souls like that is a witch's work".

"And you didn't turn then into a witch because you…did it with a good purpose?"

"Yes…"

"And you almost turned into a witch and are about to turn into a one because you…" Haruka stopped.

"Because I did it out of egoism. I did it because I loved you; it was, so to say for my own good".

"Well, I find that total nonsense. Shouldn't something done out of love be a good thing?"

"More or less…love also makes you egoistical".

"You saved a ruler that day…"

"The line between it is very fine…this is why I am still me…this is why I might turn into a witch"

"Michiru…you keep telling me you will turn into a witch…so what happens if you do? Why is that so bad…you will still be you".

"I wasn't myself in that icy dungeon was I? All my believes will be gone. I will have another purpose in this life and…who knows which. After all…Nixie wasn't bad to begin with, she just turned into a witch when she saw the bond that could be formed between us. It was the moment that side of her found solid ground to grow in and to spread what's worse in her".

Haruka walked to Michiru and sat behind her, making the woman support her head on the blonde's shoulder.

"There is one thing I don't understand. Nixie saw a bond…one we just start having. One that grows in time, stronger and stronger. But time…hasn't passed yet. Stil,l she saw it. This is going to happen, Michiru. The bond between us".

"If only" Michiru smiled, closing her eyes.

Haruka sighted and looked at Michiru's hand. She wasn't a perfect soldier for nothing. So Michiru didn't hear anything when the blonde took out her sword. She didn't feel anything when Haruka cut her hand. She only felt the blade on the bandages of her palm. She opened her eyes too late: exactly when Haruka pressed her bleeding palm against Michiru's wound.

"Haruka, no!" she screamed feeling their blood mix. "No, you fool!" she pulled her hand away, jumping to her feet and almost slipping down into the shallow abyss. But Haruka caught the woman by her long dress, holding her there like she was a feather.

"Have you gone insane?!" Michiru flamed, as she took a step closer to Haruka.

"No" the blonde grinned, trapping Michiru and pulling the woman in her lap. "Just madly in love".

"You can…"

"Turn into a witch? Then so be it! If this lets me be with you until the day I die, then so be it! I have ruled enough, they can find another. But I won't find another to love".

"For crying out loud, Haruka!" Michiru tossed in the woman's arms. "You just make me…be helpless when it comes to you…" her voice softened and her eyes warmed.

"Do you give in to me, Michiru?" Haruka smiled.

"I guess, I do…but still…"

Haruka kissed Michiru's lips, as it was the only way to hold the woman from regretting and tossing. She knew Michiru would lose her mind every time their lips would touch.

Michiru's cheeks were rosy as their lips parted. She looked at Haruka's palm and then at hers. The blood on both was red and pure. Michiru blinked surprised.

"Haruka…" she lifted her hand.

"It's red" Haruka smiled. She looked at her own hand. "And so is mine".

"So you…saved me".

"I guess it was my turn" Haruka embraced Michiru.

Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed their moments alone.