Sailor Moon: Haruka/Michiru (Uranus/Neptune)
Title: Untitled as of Yet
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Characters: Haruka Tenno/Michiru Kaioh
Word Count: 415
Rating: R (for implied)
Summary: Brief snippets of Michiru and Haruka's lives.
Author's Notes: My first time with this particular pairing and my first time ever in slash (regular or femme). My apologies for the abrupt cut at the end - this is only the first part of a longer story, but I hadn't enough time to finish it by today.
Haruka lazily played with the ends of Michiru’s hair. “What are you thinking about?”
Startled, she smiled and rolled over. “How did you know I was thinking about anything?”
Grinning, Haruka kissed her forehead. “Knowing you, you’re always thinking. And you’ve been quiet lately. I’m worried,” she said, frowning lightly. “Losing interest?” she teased, poking her gently in the side.
Michiru giggled and rolled away, pushing Haruka’s hand away. “You wish. Think I don’t know how much you’d like an excuse to-”
Sobering, Haruka glared at her. “Don’t. You know you’re the only one.”
Michiru’s smile returned. “I know, love.”
"Good," Haruka replied, satisfied. "So are you going to tell me what you were thinking about?"
"Soon. After I've had time to think it through."
Haruka snorted. "Well, you better hurry. I'm not known for my patience-"
"Oh, really? Well then, why not show me what you're good at, if there is anything?"
She laughed and rolled closer.
"Tenno Haruka?"
Sighing, she turned around. "What?"
"I...I love your racing!"
Haruka frowned at the redhead. "Who are you?"
Stricken, the girl slowly backed away, eyes flashing. "I-I mean..." She scrambled out of sight.
Rolling her eyes and more than a little disturbed, Haruka turned around and walked to the pit area, using a towel to wipe her sweat-dampened face and neck. She sat heavily next to Michiru and offered her a strained smile.
Smiling softly, Michiru raised an eyebrow. "What is it? You look...well, you look disturbed."
"Do I?" Haruka asked, patting her face with her dirty hands.
Laughing, Michiru stopped Haruka's hands with her own, pulling them away from her face. "Haruka. Others may not see it, but I can. Don't worry."
Haruka grinned.
Michiru smiled back, but worry showed on her face. "What is it, though? Do you feel something...?"
Shrugging, Haruka looked away. "It's nothing. Really."
"Hm."
"I'm serious, I'm alright."
Michiru pursed her lips and stared at the racetrack. "Fine."
Haruka sighed. "Michi-"
"No, no, if you don't want to talk about it, that's alright."
Haruka growled in frustration. "Damn it, Michiru, I didn't mean it like that-" A scream from the racetrack broke her off. She and Michiru immediately stood up.
"Tenno Haruka," crooned a scratchy voice. "Tenno Haruka, pay up your debt!"
Squinting, Haruka could just make out a figure in the distance. "That girl!"
"What girl?" Michiru asked, henshin in hand.
Haruka didn't have the time to answer when a rope whipped her across the face.
"Haruka!"
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Characters: Haruka Tenno/Michiru Kaioh
Word Count: 415
Rating: R (for implied)
Summary: Brief snippets of Michiru and Haruka's lives.
Author's Notes: My first time with this particular pairing and my first time ever in slash (regular or femme). My apologies for the abrupt cut at the end - this is only the first part of a longer story, but I hadn't enough time to finish it by today.
Haruka lazily played with the ends of Michiru’s hair. “What are you thinking about?”
Startled, she smiled and rolled over. “How did you know I was thinking about anything?”
Grinning, Haruka kissed her forehead. “Knowing you, you’re always thinking. And you’ve been quiet lately. I’m worried,” she said, frowning lightly. “Losing interest?” she teased, poking her gently in the side.
Michiru giggled and rolled away, pushing Haruka’s hand away. “You wish. Think I don’t know how much you’d like an excuse to-”
Sobering, Haruka glared at her. “Don’t. You know you’re the only one.”
Michiru’s smile returned. “I know, love.”
"Good," Haruka replied, satisfied. "So are you going to tell me what you were thinking about?"
"Soon. After I've had time to think it through."
Haruka snorted. "Well, you better hurry. I'm not known for my patience-"
"Oh, really? Well then, why not show me what you're good at, if there is anything?"
She laughed and rolled closer.
"Tenno Haruka?"
Sighing, she turned around. "What?"
"I...I love your racing!"
Haruka frowned at the redhead. "Who are you?"
Stricken, the girl slowly backed away, eyes flashing. "I-I mean..." She scrambled out of sight.
Rolling her eyes and more than a little disturbed, Haruka turned around and walked to the pit area, using a towel to wipe her sweat-dampened face and neck. She sat heavily next to Michiru and offered her a strained smile.
Smiling softly, Michiru raised an eyebrow. "What is it? You look...well, you look disturbed."
"Do I?" Haruka asked, patting her face with her dirty hands.
Laughing, Michiru stopped Haruka's hands with her own, pulling them away from her face. "Haruka. Others may not see it, but I can. Don't worry."
Haruka grinned.
Michiru smiled back, but worry showed on her face. "What is it, though? Do you feel something...?"
Shrugging, Haruka looked away. "It's nothing. Really."
"Hm."
"I'm serious, I'm alright."
Michiru pursed her lips and stared at the racetrack. "Fine."
Haruka sighed. "Michi-"
"No, no, if you don't want to talk about it, that's alright."
Haruka growled in frustration. "Damn it, Michiru, I didn't mean it like that-" A scream from the racetrack broke her off. She and Michiru immediately stood up.
"Tenno Haruka," crooned a scratchy voice. "Tenno Haruka, pay up your debt!"
Squinting, Haruka could just make out a figure in the distance. "That girl!"
"What girl?" Michiru asked, henshin in hand.
Haruka didn't have the time to answer when a rope whipped her across the face.
"Haruka!"