Haruka leaned her back against the kitchen wall. Her eyes followed Michiru's every movement. The only sounds in the room were the knife hitting the cutting board and the quiet music coming from the radio. Chop. The song ended. Chop. The announcer told the name of the next song. Chop. Haruka turned up the volume. Chop. Her legs led her to stand behind Michiru. Chop.
"Michiru."
Chop.
"Dance with me."
Chop.
"I'm making dinner."
Chop.
"Please?"
Michiru set down the knife and turned around to face Haruka. She wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck. Haruka smiled down at her and pulled her closer. The two of them started to slowly swing back and forth. Michiru laid her head against Haruka's chest. Everything was perfect.
"I love you," Haruka whispered, all caught up in the mood. Michiru raised her head and stood on her toes to kiss Haruka's lips.
"I love you too." She laid her head back down against Haruka. The blonde smiled and started to hum the song quietly. Dinner could wait.