Continuing from yesterday
“I love that your wife
got pissed at you over a dream. What a reasonable squid.” Mina took another sip
of her coffee and set it on the café sidetable.Haruka laughed, slumped
happily in the armchair, legs extended far into the middle of the rug. “I think
it’s cute.” She slurped at her hot chocolate cheerfully.“Of course you do, you’re
thrilled the one time a year you get one up on Michiru.” She rested her chin in
her palm and looked over at at Haruka. “So what happened again?”“Picture it.” Haruka set
down her drink and extended her arms wide, her eyes closed and a grin on her
face. “A forest, midnight. The moon cuts through the trees and lights on the
tall and handsome blonde stranger, looking powerful and inspiring in the silver—““Spare me, Dickens, I know
what you think you look like.”Haruka fiddled with the
chunky watch at her wrist. “So anyway I grab Usagi, and I tell her, ‘these
fighting games…it’s dangerous’, and—“Mina began to laugh. “Oh
my fucking Christ, Haruka Tenoh stars in Days of Our Lives, Michiru needs
better writers.”“Hey!” She winked at
Mina. “I think it makes me sound kinda dashing and mysterious.” She took a deep
drink of her hot chocolate, and a dollop of whipped cream stayed on her nose, a
sprinkle perfectly marking the tip.“Yeah, dashing and
mysterious is definitely how I’d describe you.”Haruka scowled playfully
and wiped the cream from her nose. “And then I grab Usagi and kiss her all
passionate like, and she’s all shocked and frightened and—“And then Rei fucking
murders you? And then Michiru raises you from the dead to kill you again?”“Yeah, it’s a little
sketchy.” She pulled the sleeves of her sweater up on her forearms. “I mean, I wouldn’t
really do that to a girl.”“No, really?? Color me
shocked, when I think of you, I mean, not only do I think dashing and
mysterious, but I think of your massive sexual dominance.”“Considering we’re
talking about forcing a girl,” she ran her hand through her hair and frowned, “And
not just any girl, but little Usagi, for fuck’s sake, I’ll take that as a compliment.”“Fair.” Mina looked over
at Haruka. “Anyway, all is peaceful at Kraken Enterprises, I hope.”“Oh yeah, she forgave
me.”“For a thing you didn’t
actually do.”“I know, but it was a
really realistic dream!”“Lesbians, Jesus.”
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I GUESS I’VE BEEN DRIVEN TO SPITE FIC
Michiru was never
particularly given to chatter, but she was unusually quiet today, and it
unnerved Haruka. She thought back carefully on the events of the last few days,
looking to where she might have made a misstep. It was almost certainly
something to do with her—Michiru’s casual touches on her back as she passed by,
her small smile as Haruka emerged from the bathroom in her boxers and
undershirt, the fresh cup of coffee she usually left at Haruka’s bedside—all
were conspiciously absent today. But for the life of her, she couldn’t think of
what she might have done.“Michi?” She poked her
head into the bedroom, where Michiru sat reading a book.“Hm?” She did not even
bother to look up.“You’re quiet today.”
“I don’t believe I’m
particularly given to garroulousness at any point, Haruka.”Four syllables. She was
definitely mad.Haruka crawled onto the
bed and laid her head at Michiru’s hip. “What’d I do?”“Nothing,” she said
tersely, still staring at her book, “you’ve done nothing.”Haruka perked up her
head and looked at Michiru with a tired desperation. “Okay, so what DIDN’T I
do? C’mon Michiru, just tell me and I’ll apologize and you can go back to
patting me.”Michiru sighed heavily
and put down her book. “Nothing. This is…incredibly foolish of me, I’m being
childish, I’m the one who should apologize.”“What’s wrong?”
She looked down at
Haruka. “I had a dream,” she looked away again, unable to confess and look her
in the eye, “That you kissed Usagi.”Haruka laughed loudly. “Like,
a real kiss?”“Yes, it was quite
passionate, I assure you.”“Michi, she’s like,
twelve. And she’d probably cry.” Haruka grinned. “I can’t believe you think I’d
cheat on you with USAGI.”Michiru set down her book. “Why, were you considering
someone else, instead?”Haruka wrapped her arms
around Michiru. “C’mon babe, we both know you’ve got me completely whipped. You
own my ass.”Held close against the
warmth of Haruka’s body, taking in her comforting scent, the rumble of her
voice in her throat, Michiru began to feel very silly indeed. “I suppose.”“Besides, you can’t get
mad at dream me. I have no control over dream me. Dream me is a fucking loser.”“Dream you was also an
F1 champion, I suppose I should advise you.”“Okay, dream me is
fucking awesome.”Michiru pulled herself
away from Haruka’s shoulder and glared.“I’m kidding! I’m
kidding.” She kissed Michiru softly. “I love you and only you. F1 or not, I’d
rather have you. You want to go to the aquarium today? We can go look at the
fish, grab a drink in that fancy Nautilus bar?”“No, Haruka, I think I’d
rather just stay here with you. The real you.”
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