Home Sweet Home

Michiru get out of bed, and into her washed clothes, as she heard Haruka at the nurses station, flirting. She could hear something about a pretty girl being a nurse. She tried not to be jealous, realizing that it was just Haruka's way, flirting with pretty girls. She knew that Haruka thought she was beautiful.
She sat on the bed, watching the clock, waiting for the nurse to set her free.
"Michiru?" She heard a soft voice from the other side of the room. She ignored it. "Michiru, I'm really sorry for those things I said last night. They were really mean. I had no call to judge you when I didn't even know you. I hope you'll forgive me."
"I was trying to help you," Michiru said, the hurt in her voice undisguised.
"I know. But it hurt me, and I bit back. I hope that you can forgive me. I'd still like to be friends. I think we have a lot in common."
"Like venom in our fangs?" Michiru asked bitterly.
"No! Like... we're alike. Feminine... I know it's not much to bade a friendship on, but there have been smaller things to start on," Fish Eye said in a rush. "If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I'll be here. And if not here, probably at the YMCA," he said softly. "We'll probably stay in this area of Tokyo for a long time. At least until the circus comes back."
"I'll think on it," Michiru said quietly, as Haruka walked in.
"Hey, babe," she smiled. Michiru's heart fluttered at that charming, beautiful smile. The sight of her still makes me shiver inside, she thought with a smile.
"Haruka!"
"C'mere," Haruka picked her up gently. "Are you ready to go home?"
"Oh, yes," Michiru said, smiling adoringly at the blonde.
"Then let's go!"

"Why would I be mad?" Michiru asked, truly not angry at Haruka.
"Cause I didn't tell you," Haruka chewed her lip.
"I knew it would happen sooner or later. You like him, and he likes you. You wanted him and he wanted you. Why waste time and keep longing for it, when you could just do it, and be happy? I want you to be happy. Are you happy?"
"Very happy. You're home. And well."
Michiru smiled. "Would you like something to eat?"
"Uh..."
"I'll make sure I don't burn it, honey."
"I guess so," Haruka shrugged. "I am a touch hungry."
"Then I'll make you something wonderful," Michiru smiled, and scurried into the kitchen.
Haruka stared at Michiru's retreating form in confusion. Did the shooting knock something loose? Why was she acting so strangely? She had been home for a few days now. She had acted strange all those four days.
Haruka thought to herself, curling up on the sofa, staring out the window at the fluffy clouds. The blue of the sky reminded her of Michiru's beautiful eyes. Soulful, beautiful never-ending blue. Blue eyes that seemed nervous, and anxious lately. Her pretty white hands, slender and graceful. Hands that did so much, suddenly. They picked up after her, cleaned everything in the apartment from floor to ceiling... She cooked, cleaned, worked like a dog... Those sensual, smiling lips. Lips that were usually frowning, or as anxious as the rest of her. Lips that asked how she was feeling, if she needed anything, if there was anything to be done.
The beautiful body, lean and elegant, soft and supple. The body that would do anything. At night she turned to Haruka and asked her if she wanted her that night. She'd do anything Haruka asked. But she didn't do the things Haruka remembered. She wouldn't swat her with no notice, and she laid on her back passively while Haruka pleasured her, face buried in the soft green hair.
"How about noodles and rice, and a nice salad?" Michiru called.
"That would be fine, my love. Are you having any sashimi?"
"No, dear. Remember? You hate to look at it."
"Never stopped you before," Haruka said to herself, with a great sigh. She was acting like an old world wife, just coming short of bowing to her at every interval.
Haruka sat up. Of course! She was using her woman's training on Haruka. Pleasuring Haruka in every way possible.
She stood, and went into the kitchen. "Michi," she said grimly, "we need to talk."
"Is something wrong?" Michiru asked, looking very upset.
"Yes, there is. I don't like... you."
A look of being shattered came into Michiru's eyes. Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Tears welled in the big blue eyes, making them seem crystalline. "You don't..."
"I don't like you anymore. You've changed too much. I don't like this doting, simpering Michiru that's in front of me. I want my old Michiru back."
"But... but... she's not worthy of you! She doesn't treat you right! She's vain, and narcissistic, and doesn't regard you. She's a bitch!"
"Where's you hear that?!" Haruka cried, grabbing her shoulders. "You treat me fine. I love you! The way I had you! I love the Michiru who likes to look in the mirror. I love the Michiru who likes to dress pretty. I love the Michiru who loves me! The one who takes care of me, without babying me. Who treats me like an equal. Who dominates me in bed. who treats me with passion, care and respect you give an equal. I do not like being doted on. I do not like having a doormat for my woman. I love the bitchy Michiru, who yells at me for flirting. Who whaps me for not paying attention to her. Who rolls her eyes at my long winded speeches about distributor caps!!
"I love you. The way you were. I want you the way you were. I love those coy glances, full of heat for me. I love the way you tease me, lightly touching me until I can't control myself. The way you give me that thoroughly unladylike smile that makes my blood boil. I want you back."
"But..."
"You have it wrong, sweetie. I'm not good enough for you. You have so much personality and life, and you give so much of it to me. I give you nothing in return."
"That's not true," Michiru whispered softly. "You give me everything. You protect me. You hold me, and cherish me the way I need it. You touch me, and love me softly. You smile at me, and make my heart flutter. You wink at me, and make my stomach tie in knots. You cuddle me, and you give me strength. You give my life meaning. I just wanted to treat you the way a good wife would."
"I don't need that, honey. I need you. I don't want a soft woman. You're as strong as you give me credit for. You cuddle into me and I feel so good, knowing you depend on me. Michiru, my love, there is so much that you give me, that I can't even tell you it all. I couldn't even put most of it in words," Haruka told her seriously, pulling her away and looking into her eyes. "You give me the world. You give me your world. If you change, you'll take that all away from me."
"Haruka," Michiru whispered, sounding if she was in awe.
"Please come back to me."
"I never left."
"You did. But you could come back. Just be yourself. Sounds cliche, but that's what I want. You."
"My Haruka," Michiru cupped Haruka's face in her hands, and passionately kissed her.
"Michi," Haruka murmured, kissing her back.
"You give me everything sweet and wonderful, Haruka. You gave me your heart."
"Michiru," Haruka moaned, beginning to unbutton Michiru's blouse. "How do you really feel about my being with Taiki?" She asked, kissing over Michiru's now naked shoulder.
"I'm jealous like crazy," Michiru hissed. "I hate that you didn't tell me right away, that you waited five days to tell me. I want to claw his eyes out. And I want to claw the faces off all the pretty girls you smile at, or wink at, or LOOK at!" Michiru said, tilting her head back.
Haruka smiled to herself. She slid her hand over Michiru's back, supporting Michiru as she bent over backwards. Haruka's tongue slid up her belly and over her breasts, teasing her hard nipples.
They slid to the floor of the kitchen, hands all over each other.
"My delectable lady," Haruka murmured, nibbling her ear, while her hand lightly stroked between Michiru's legs.
"Nnn. Oh, Haruka," Michiru whispered, eyes closed in intense pleasure. When she touches me like this, she thought, it feels so wonderful. I feel so wanted. I love to feel wanted by her. She stroked along Haruka's sides, loving the swell of her breasts, so sweet and soft. Her slender waist, the flare of her curvy hips. The butt. She squeezed Haruka's bottom in her hands, kneading the firm, plush cheeks. Haruka growled in her ear, the hand between Michiru's legs touching firmly.
Haruka's nerves tingled as Michiru massaged her bottom, feeling the moist heat between her on legs increase suddenly. "Flood warning," Haruka murmured in Michiru's ear. She laughed softly, deep in her throat. Michiru responded by swatting her gently. "OH!"
"Like that?" Michiru asked, seductively.
"Yeah," Haruka whispered.
Michiru swatted her again, harder. And then a third and fourth time. Haruka began to moan, and then cry out at every swat. The swats got harder and harder, until Haruka felt tears flowing down her cheeks. But the pleasure she felt was so good. Wave upon wave flowed trough her body, beginning in her central region. Haruka was sitting on Michiru's lap, facing her, her knees on either side of Michiru's hips. Her legs were spread, and she was leaning against Michiru, her head on her shoulder, arms limp at her sides.
Michiru had one arm around Haruka, holding her up, the other arm whaled away on her red, tender bottom. She had fierce look on her face, loving every cry, whimper and moan Haruka made. The way she sat, with her legs crossed, had Haruka's nether region over her, and she could feel the steady drip of Haruka's juices on her leg.
She maneuvered her leg so it was between Haruka's legs, and pressed it into her, feeling the intense heat and wetness on her leg. Haruka shuddered at that and another swat. Michiru began to gently move her leg between Haruka's, in time with the swats.
Haruka had already been feeling the utmost pleasure, when more began. Her ragged moans became loud cries for mercy and release. Michiru, however, didn't stop. "Oh, please!" Haruka yelled, feeling something inside her break loose. A current of electricity passed through her body, and she straightened out involuntarily, every muscle in her body spasming. Finally she collapsed, and the world became a light hum.

Michiru gently laid Haruka's limp body on the sofa, and with a damp cloth, began to clean her up.
"You've never passed out before," Michiru smiled lovingly at Haruka. Her hair was damp, and a lock of gold was pressed against one cheek. She had a sweet look of contentment on her beautiful face. "I'm honored. You've never flooded this badly, either." She wiped the tears off Haruka's cheeks, and gently kissed her. Haruka smiled slightly.
Michiru went over and opened the window, feeling the cool breeze come into the room. The curtains billowed out around Michiru, and she closed her eyes, feeling the fabric swirl around her body.
She stepped back, and went into the kitchen for some water. She didn't want Haruka to dehydrate!
Haruka's eyes opened slowly. The gentle breeze on her hot body felt really good. She could feel the velvet fabric of the sofa gentle on her throbbing bottom. She felt Michiru's soft hair on her breast.
"Michi?"
"Ah! Good afternoon," Michiru smiled at her. "Here we are," she put a glass of water to Haruka's lips. Haruka drank it, feeling very thirsty.
"What happened?" She asked, as she finished the water.
"You passed out. I didn't know I was that good."
"Oh, yeah," Haruka nodded, running her fingers through her bangs.
"I love it when you do that," Michiru said softly.
"What?"
"Run your fingers through you hair. I've always loved that. It's so sexy."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"What do you love the most about me?" Haruka asked, propping herself on her elbow.
"Oh, my. I don't... you. I love the way you move. Your personality. You're so confident. Cocky. I love the way you dress. How you move your tie. That smile that you give me so seldom."
"What's that?!"
"The flirtatious one. The way you smile at pretty girls. I want you to look at me like that sometimes."
"Anything for you, my darling," Haruka said. She got up suddenly. "Ill be back," she said, running to the bedroom. She came out, dressed.
"Where you going?" Michiru asked.
"You'll... It's a surprise," Haruka smiled, and left.
"Bitch," Michiru pouted, and sat back, picking up her book.

"I'm back," Haruka called, walking into the apartment. Michiru was where she left her, anyone's dream. So beautiful, willowy and elegant. Her nude body was perfect, and her expression so pretty, as she looked up.
"'Bout time," she pouted.
"Close your eyes."
"Ok," she said, closing her eyes, becoming extremely curious.
Haruka quickly got out of her clothes, and sat before her, two packages beside her. She carefully opened the first one. "Alright."
Michiru opened her eyes.
"This is for you," Haruka put a half oyster shell in her hands. Michiru looked down at it. It was very large, overlapping both her hands. The mother of pearl on the inside was beautiful pink, blue, and purple.
"Haruka, it's beautiful!" Michiru breathed.
"You like it?" Haruka asked, smiling.
"Oh, yes, it's exquisite!" Michiru looked at Haruka, tears filling her eyes.
"And I thought this might go well with it," Haruka dangled a long string of pearls in front of her, then carefully coiled them into the half shell.
Michiru gasped. "Haruka!"
"I love you."
"Oh, Haruka."
Haruka gently took the shell out of Michiru's hands, and pulled out the pearls. She carefully put the around Michiru's neck, letting them drop between Michiru's breasts. "You make them look beautiful," she murmured appreciatively.
"Where-" Michiru whispered.
"I got a reward for those jerks. I think you deserve the reward more than I, because it was because of you that I did it. I'm not a hero, I'm just a woman deeply in love."
"You're my hero," Michiru wrapped her arms around Haruka's neck, rubbing her cheek against Haruka's. Haruka held her tightly, thankful that she was fine and happy.
"You're my everything."
"Haruka," Michiru said sternly, sitting back.
Uh oh. Now what did I do wrong? "Yes, dear?"
"You gotta make a promise with me."
Uh oh. Now what was she thinking? "Yes, dear?"
"From now on, no matter what, we always settle any arguments we have in a sane, quiet fashion. I don't ever want any repeats of our last fight. No walking out. We have to talk."
But talking is a woman's thing!! Sigh. "But-"
"I know. You'd rather leave and complain to someone what the little woman has done now. But I think it'll be easier on us psychologically?"
Remembering Michiru leaving her... Remembering the way Michiru was when she came home after leaving her... "You're right. It hurts to much. We've a soul bond, Michi. It's really strong. I don't like it when you're mad at me. So no matter what, we'll talk. That means no more silent treatments, too. Alright? No more 'hmmphs' without telling me why. Alright?"
"Ok. We each have our terms. We'll both stick to them?"
"Right."
Michiru held out her hand, and Haruka shook it. Then, without letting go, she drew Michiru in for a kiss. "You look sexy in those pearls."
Michiru snickered. "You look great in just those socks."
"Doh!!"

--by Michiru