haruka and michiru curled up on the sofa after a long, tiring fight, both battered and bruised, just talking and generally being grossly in love
“Why do I have bones?” Haruka lay on the couch, her eyes closed, as Netflix droned on in the background.
“They’re required, or so I’m told.” Michiru moved gingerly, covering well the fact that her entire left side felt as if it had been torn off and hastily stuck back on with Elmer’s glue. She limped into the living room, somehow making it look like a ballet move, and handed Haruka a chilled bottle of Coke, with a straw out of the top.
Haruka moaned as she rolled onto her side. “Jellyfish are lucky bastards.Wish I were one.” She reached her arm out as much as she dared and took the soda from Michiru. Her favorite, just as she liked it. Just as Michiru knew she did.
Haruka smiled. That was the thing, really–it never mattered to her how much pain this duty brought her, or having to give up racing, or the constant danger. It had given her Michiru. It had given her a home and a family and a reason to cling to for being. Nothing else mattered.
Michiru entwined her pinky with Haruka’s. “I wasn’t aware you were so terribly fond of the water.”
Haruka grinned. “I like anywhere there’s mermaids.”
Michiru slowly lowered herself to the couch, Haruka placing a hand at her elbow to steady her, and being kind enough not to mention it.
“Well then,” she tucked a piece of hair behind Haruka’s ear, “you must be rather satisfied with your current position.”
“I mean, yeah,” Haruka snaked her arm around Michiru’s waist, wincing slightly as her leg twitched in a furious bout of healing, “coulda done without Mako dropping that fucking stone wall troll goblin youma thing on me though.”
Michiru laughed her genuine laugh, the one that bubbled and sparkled like champagne and intoxicated Haruka just the same. “Ruka my love, I hardly think she intended to drop it on you.”
Haruka shuffled her body again, rolling onto her back and trying to find a spot of comfort. “She didn’t like, not..intend…to drop it on me.” And it was true enough, that Mako had not precisely meant to, and also true that she had not so much as warned Haruka before dropping the creature with a Supreme Thunder to the head. She had, in fairness, had a bit of a cringe on her face, at least until Haruka crawled out from underneath it all in one piece, more or less.
Michiru gently adjusted her body over Haruka’s and leaned in close. “I believe she was under the misbegotten notion that you are fleet of foot . Poor girl.”
Haruka raised an eyebrow and pointed the neck of her coke bottle at Michiru, closing one eye, “You’re very lucky I’m practically in traction right now, because I’m pretty sure you’re saying I’ve gotten slow.”
“And what do you intend to do about it, Miss Tenoh?”
“Wait til I’m better,” she took a long, cool, drink, “and then I’m gonna tackle you and force you to cuddle with me for hours.”
Michiru gave a soft gasp. “You monster, have you no respect for the Geneva Accords?” She smiled and traced a heart on Haruka’s chest. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Haruka set down her soda and pulled Michiru in. “You can’t hurt me worse than I’m already hurt, Michi. I like the weight of you on top of me. It feels good.”
Michiru did not struggle, but laid herself atop Haruka’s body and tucked her head under her chin. They laid there in the dimming light, as Netflix played on, drowsily happy and safe in each other’s arms.
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