Haruka lay in bed, listening to the water run in the shower. She held her breath a little when it turned off. 'What the hell am I doing?' she asked herself. She heard the bathroom door open, heard Michiru in the guest room. Imagined her drying drops of whatever from her cream coloured legs, her arms, her breasts. Haruka exhaled.

'I'm not sure if I was clear.' Michiru said standing, naked, in Haruka's door frame. 'I'd like to have sex with you.' She clarified, her face tinted pink. Haruka held her composure as she walked from the bed to Michiru in the doorway her eyes focused on Michiru's face.

'I'd say it was pretty clear.' Haruka said dropping her lips to Michiru's. Haruka brushed her hand through Michiru's hair running it down her arm and taking her hand, leading her to Haruka's bed. Haruka rested her knees over Michiru bending to rest her lips against the violinist jaw; her neck then down her shoulder twirling her tongue against Michiru's perked nipple. Michiru moaned arching her back toward Haruka threading her fingers through Haruka's blond hair. Haruka trailed her fingers across Michiru's abdomen, pushing her thighs wider as she found the dampness between. Haruka kissed the same trail her fingers took lingering to inhale the scent of want from Michiru before burying her face into her wet center. Haruka teases and sucked bringing Michiru to the edge of ecstasy, Michiru lifted her hips, bucking in pleasure. Haruka slipped her fingers into Michiru's core sending her into waves of orgasm. Gently Haruka kissed Michiru's inner thigh resting her head against the other. 'You really are amazing at that.' Michiru panted. Haruka smiled. She made her way up the length of Michiru pulling her close. Michiru rested against Haruka's shoulder tracing figure 8's along Haruka's abdomen. 'Thank you.'

'Totally my pleasure.' Haruka smiled raising her eyebrows. Michiru pressed her lips into Haruka's flesh.

'It will be.' Michiru said kissing along Haruka's jaw, she pulled the sports bra Haukra wore up exposing the racers breasts, Michiru took one taught nipple into her mouth slipping her hand under the waistband of her panties. Haruka was wet, this made Michiru happy. Gently she massaged Haruka's clit until the racer was panting, arching her back at the sensations. Michiru pulled herself from Haruka's breast she tugged the panties down to Haruka's knees and pressed her mouth against Haruka's tingling center. The warmth of Michiru tongue caused Haruka to moan in pleasure. Michiru slipped her fingers into Haruka her tongue mimicking the same rhythm her fingers followed. She played Haruka like her violin brining the racer to orgasm with expert strokes. Haruka pulled her bra over her head and slid her panties the rest of the way down her legs, laying naked with Michiru. Michiru rested her head against Haruka's shoulder, her fingers dancing across Haruka's hip. 'I don't think I've ever felt this relaxed.'

'You're wound so tight.' Haruka mused.

'It's how I've always been. My family was very strict. It was school, then lessons, paint and piano. I wasn't given a moment to myself. Stand up straight, no talking back. Children should be seen and not heard and not seen if it can be helped.' Michiru frowned. 'They were good parents but they expected a lot. When I was thirteen my father took a job in Sweden. I had obligations so they left me here.'

'Alone?'

'I had a nanny but mostly I was alone. I became focused on proving to them that I could manage on my own. I was driven to get my music out there, finish my concert. Sell it. When I made it in America I was sure they'd be proud but my father believes American's are fools so he wasn't impressed. Nothing was good enough for him and I guess nothing became good enough for me.' Michiru paused. 'Until I met you.'

'I'm flattered.' Haruka grinned.

'You know you're amazing Haruka.'

'I do, but it's different with you.' Haruka explained. 'I don't know what it is but you're not like any other girl Michiru.

'I knew I had to be with you the second I saw you. You looked so sad and I wanted to make it better. I'd never felt that way before.'

'I was speaking to my father.' Michiru said.

'When I interrupted your bathroom party?' Haruka smiled trying to lighten the mood.

'Yes that.' Michiru laughed. 'When Ushydo said you were going to join the tour I protested, I didn't want your publicity.'

'I don't blame you.'

'I wanted to cancel but then I would have been a failure. And that wasn't an option.'

'Well, aren't you glad that you toughed it out.' Haruka laughed pulling Michiru closer.

'Very.' Michiru nodded stifling a yawn.

Haruka twitched, morning had found its way into her bedroom and someone was drooling on her arm. Her hand had fallen asleep, pins and needles tingling as she moved her fingers. Michiru. She smiled remembering. Michiru groaned in her sleep, Haruka trying to be a gentle as possible turned Michiru onto the bed and slipped across the floor to the bathroom. Haruka wasn't used to her conquests still being around when she woke up, strangely she didn't mind waking to Michiru. Haruka admired her face in the mirror, a smirk crossed her lips. 'What are you doing Tenoh?' she asked herself.

'Apparently talking to yourself.' Came the reply from the bathroom doorframe. 'Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt, may I?' Michiru nodded to the toilet and Haruka stepped out of the way. 'I'll be out of your hair in a few minutes.' Haruka frowned, the truth was she didn't want Michiru gone.

'Or stay.'

'Not your M.O.' Michiru pointed out. She wiped, flushed and washed her hands.

'You're not like my usual girls.' Haruka said pushing a piece of aqua hair behind Michiru's ear. 'You're trouble.'

'Trouble?'

'Big trouble.' Haruka pulled Michiru close kissing her. Michiru stepped back, pivoting on her heel she turned from Haruka.

'Sorry to ruin your fun but I have an interview about the concert this morning and then a lunch meeting with Ushydo.' Michiru announced. Haruka hung her head, frowning. 'I could pop by later if you wanted?'

'I'm not sure.' Haruka said. 'Should we pursue this, Michiru, really?'

'Scared you'll fall madly in love with me?'

'Maybe.' Michiru strode naked back to Haruka, gently caressed her cheek and placed a kiss on her lips.

'How about we see how things go, we're all wrong for each other Haurka, maybe that's what's right about this?'

'I'll be hitting the track soon, our schedules won't match up.'

'And you'll have women throwing themselves at you.'

'I will.' Haruka agreed.

'All those half-wits who'll let you do as you please but will they do for you what you do for them?' Michiru challenged. Haruka cocked her eyebrow. 'Let's just agree to have dinner tonight.'

'I can agree to that.' Haruka watched Michiru slip back into the dress she wore the night before, she held the door for her as she left the condo. Haruka watched from her window as the tiny figure of Michiru climbed into a cab and resting her head against the cool glass watched as the cab drove away. 'Big trouble.' Haruka frowned.