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The Steps (Haruka/Michiru)
Comm: International Day of Femslash 7/19/08
Prompt: Haruka/Michiru. The first time they danced together.
Length: 532
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Title: The Steps
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Haruka/Michiru
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: "So why do you hang out in the straight clubs? You're wasted in here, you know," Michiru whispered in Haruka's ear as they danced.
When Haruka first met Michiru, it was like that classic scenario-- eyes meeting across the room. Michiru studied the sturdy blonde as Haruka picked through the crowd towards her. When Haruka asked for a dance, Michiru accepted, taking Haruka's hands and revolving out towards the dance floor.
"So why do you hang out in the straight clubs? You're wasted in here, you know," Michiru whispered in Haruka's ear as they danced. Haruka was a strong lead, her pull gentle but firm. Michiru whirled in a circle before her partner answered.
"Lots of pretty straight women," Haruka whispered back, but a tingle ran down her spine. She was rarely outed in a place like this. No one expected the tall, slender man to actually be a woman. She prided herself in the game. There were many women who hadn't realized what she was until she offered to take them home. So far none of them had accepted.
She didn't understand why she hung out here either. It was just a sort of a feeling she had to be here. Haruka knew how to trust her feelings-- that's how she had become one of the best drivers on the circuit. So she came and she danced, but no one had cut straight to the truth.
Michiru smiled. "Aren't they disappointed?" Her eyes flashed as Haruka dipped her nearly to the ground. They were the only couple on the floor doing this sort of old-fashioned dance, and a murmur had arisen among their companions. Many had stopped to watch them. Michiru's steps were flawless as her violin-playing. Haruka's lead complimented her dancing knowledge.
"Mostly. I keep thinking I'll find the one I'm looking for one of these days," Haruka said, pulling Michiru close to her as she pulled out of the dip. Michiru's chin fit just right underneath hers. Her hands were soft and she smelled amazing. And she felt-- more than just right-- like someone she'd known forever. She laughed under her breath; her partner smiled.
"It would be a lonely journey, otherwise, hmm?" Michiru asked, inhaling Haruka's earthy scent. It reminded her of her father and fall and rollerskating down the block on wet pavement. How had she missed this all of these years?
"The princess needs her guardians," Haruka whispered, and was gratified to see Michiru stiffen just a bit. Michiru stared up into Haruka's eyes, drowning in blue, and then she nodded.
"Shall we go somewhere to talk?" she said, and the taller woman nodded. Gracefully they broke their dance and headed for the door. A few of the women in the club sighed to see Haruka go; a few of the men sighed to see Michiru's delicate hand in Haruka's grip. Neither of them noticed, for once. Haruka held the door for her companion and led the way to her car.
They stood there against the car for a long moment, holding hands as though afraid to let go; they studied each other as though they would be quizzed in the future. Then slowly, deliberately, Haruka spun her companion around, dancing to music playing in her head.
Then the pair of them got into the car and the future began.
Prompt: Haruka/Michiru. The first time they danced together.
Length: 532
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Title: The Steps
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Haruka/Michiru
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: "So why do you hang out in the straight clubs? You're wasted in here, you know," Michiru whispered in Haruka's ear as they danced.
When Haruka first met Michiru, it was like that classic scenario-- eyes meeting across the room. Michiru studied the sturdy blonde as Haruka picked through the crowd towards her. When Haruka asked for a dance, Michiru accepted, taking Haruka's hands and revolving out towards the dance floor.
"So why do you hang out in the straight clubs? You're wasted in here, you know," Michiru whispered in Haruka's ear as they danced. Haruka was a strong lead, her pull gentle but firm. Michiru whirled in a circle before her partner answered.
"Lots of pretty straight women," Haruka whispered back, but a tingle ran down her spine. She was rarely outed in a place like this. No one expected the tall, slender man to actually be a woman. She prided herself in the game. There were many women who hadn't realized what she was until she offered to take them home. So far none of them had accepted.
She didn't understand why she hung out here either. It was just a sort of a feeling she had to be here. Haruka knew how to trust her feelings-- that's how she had become one of the best drivers on the circuit. So she came and she danced, but no one had cut straight to the truth.
Michiru smiled. "Aren't they disappointed?" Her eyes flashed as Haruka dipped her nearly to the ground. They were the only couple on the floor doing this sort of old-fashioned dance, and a murmur had arisen among their companions. Many had stopped to watch them. Michiru's steps were flawless as her violin-playing. Haruka's lead complimented her dancing knowledge.
"Mostly. I keep thinking I'll find the one I'm looking for one of these days," Haruka said, pulling Michiru close to her as she pulled out of the dip. Michiru's chin fit just right underneath hers. Her hands were soft and she smelled amazing. And she felt-- more than just right-- like someone she'd known forever. She laughed under her breath; her partner smiled.
"It would be a lonely journey, otherwise, hmm?" Michiru asked, inhaling Haruka's earthy scent. It reminded her of her father and fall and rollerskating down the block on wet pavement. How had she missed this all of these years?
"The princess needs her guardians," Haruka whispered, and was gratified to see Michiru stiffen just a bit. Michiru stared up into Haruka's eyes, drowning in blue, and then she nodded.
"Shall we go somewhere to talk?" she said, and the taller woman nodded. Gracefully they broke their dance and headed for the door. A few of the women in the club sighed to see Haruka go; a few of the men sighed to see Michiru's delicate hand in Haruka's grip. Neither of them noticed, for once. Haruka held the door for her companion and led the way to her car.
They stood there against the car for a long moment, holding hands as though afraid to let go; they studied each other as though they would be quizzed in the future. Then slowly, deliberately, Haruka spun her companion around, dancing to music playing in her head.
Then the pair of them got into the car and the future began.
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