Sailor Moon - Haruka/Michiru - Good driver
Title: Good driver
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing: Haruka/Michiru
Wordcount: 250
Rating: PG
Warning: -
Challenge: Drabbletag 6 - drive
Challenge: 100_women - Water
Haruka gets out of the car and takes a deep breath. There is nothing that can make you forget the stress of the day like the ocean, so she leans against her car and enjoys the soft breeze caressing her hair.
“You’re a real good driver,” a voice interrupts her moment of serenity.
Haruka sighs. Great, it’s that girl that keeps following her around lately.
“What are you, some kind of Groupie?”
Soft laughing can be heard. “No. I’ve seen you on court and think you’re very interesting.”
“Court? Are you a driver, too?” Haruka asks.
Again a chuckle. “One could say so.”
Despite previous judgment the blonde is curious. She turns her head to take a closer look at the girl. Their eyes meet and Haruka can’t help but think that hers are like the ocean: deep, blue, mysterious. Her smile mirrors these impressions, and also her hair is teal, moved by the wind like the endless waves.
Haruka snaps out of it after a moment. “So, what are you driving?” she asks, just to say something and get over her fascination.
“People,” she states bluntly.
Haruka’s eyes widen. “People?”
“Yup,” she laughs lightly. “I drive them crazy. And guess who’s my next ride.”
Haruka feels a blush creeping up her cheeks as the girl shoots her a daring smile. And though she would’ve never thought it: She really likes this attitude.
The blonde chuckles and regains her usual coolness. “So … what did you say your name was?”
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing: Haruka/Michiru
Wordcount: 250
Rating: PG
Warning: -
Challenge: Drabbletag 6 - drive
Challenge: 100_women - Water
Haruka gets out of the car and takes a deep breath. There is nothing that can make you forget the stress of the day like the ocean, so she leans against her car and enjoys the soft breeze caressing her hair.
“You’re a real good driver,” a voice interrupts her moment of serenity.
Haruka sighs. Great, it’s that girl that keeps following her around lately.
“What are you, some kind of Groupie?”
Soft laughing can be heard. “No. I’ve seen you on court and think you’re very interesting.”
“Court? Are you a driver, too?” Haruka asks.
Again a chuckle. “One could say so.”
Despite previous judgment the blonde is curious. She turns her head to take a closer look at the girl. Their eyes meet and Haruka can’t help but think that hers are like the ocean: deep, blue, mysterious. Her smile mirrors these impressions, and also her hair is teal, moved by the wind like the endless waves.
Haruka snaps out of it after a moment. “So, what are you driving?” she asks, just to say something and get over her fascination.
“People,” she states bluntly.
Haruka’s eyes widen. “People?”
“Yup,” she laughs lightly. “I drive them crazy. And guess who’s my next ride.”
Haruka feels a blush creeping up her cheeks as the girl shoots her a daring smile. And though she would’ve never thought it: She really likes this attitude.
The blonde chuckles and regains her usual coolness. “So … what did you say your name was?”