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Question! Are you Haruka’s lover? Please answer yes or no?
Michiru’s not exactly sure how to respond at first, it’s a rather loaded question, one that she and Haruka had never truly spoken about in detail. They shared a bed, intimately, they’d whispered “I love you” in the dead of night, but Michiru knew that their feelings stretched far beyond that one word– lovers.
“No.”
Haruka seems caught off guard, despite having been in the midst of her own flirting with the younger girls. When it’s mentioned casually at the dinner table Michiru simply claims that she wanted to allow for Haruka to mess around with the girls a little longer. Haruka plays the part of flirt well, showering her admires with light affection, allowing them to believe she was a handsome guy, and then revealing herself as a woman forcing them to question their sexuality. Michiru usually finds it funny, and cute. After all, none of those girls had the pleasure of hearing Haruka, voice horse from moaning, declare that they were the most beautiful women to ever live, with grace to match God’s angels. Only Michiru was allowed that luxury. And quietly she thinks, Haruka doesn’t have any room to judge her really, for claiming they weren’t lovers, she’d told the girls that they had a chance after all with her after all.
Later that night, in the throes of passion, Michiru begins to regret her answer to the younger girl's question. Haruka’s being a little rougher than normal, a welcome change of pace. Too often they make love softly, compassionately, with tears in their eyes like it’s the last night they will ever be together (It could be). But tonight Haruka’s two fingers deep, teasing Michiru’s breasts with her tongue, quickly leading her to her first of many climaxes. And suddenly she’s thrusting slower, teasing, her breath hot on Michiru’s skin.
“Are you my lover? My companion? My Girlfriend?”
“Haruka, please…” it’s supposed to come out stern but instead she sounds whiny, and needy.
“What am I to you, my love?” Haruka accents her question with a curling of her fingers, hitting Michiru’s core just right.
Dimly she hears another moan involuntarily escape her lips, and she wonders how she’s ever supposed to express the deepness of the emotions she feels for Haruka when she can barely string two words together.
“Well? I won’t let you come until you answer me.” And Haruka’s sucking on her neck, well above where they normally mark each other. She’ll go to school tomorrow with a hickey, broasting to Tokyo that she belongs to Haruka. She loves it.
Somehow she manages to respond, working her brain through an intense haze of lust.
“I- I’m yours Haruka… However you’ll have me. My heart belongs to you, only- only you.”
Haruka lets go of her neck, lips tugging quickly into a broad grin. ”Good girl.” Michiru’s hips jerk in response, her body so carefully attuned to Haruka’s. Her confession earns her further ministrations from Haruka’s fingers, and she’s quickly brought to her first of many orgasms.
Later after they are both sweaty and satisfied. Haruka holds her gently, deep breaths dulling her senses as she begins to rest. Michiru picks up on Haruka’s half asleep murmerings.
“My heart only belongs to you, Michiru.”
They love each other, Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus. Far deeper than could ever be explained in response to the yes or no question asked that fateful afternoon.