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Haruka Tenoh ([personal profile] sexuallyconfuses) wrote2016-06-03 01:04 pm

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Everything's kind of a blur: the battle, the pain ripping through flesh, the grail's blinding glow, and the way back home, after. It all happened at such a dizzying whirlwind-speed, and the two of them could do nothing but be swept along, images and sensations and sounds smeared together to near-incomprehension.

It's only when Haruka steps into their apartment at last, and finds it just the way they'd left it, that her mind can begin to process.

It's only been a day, hasn't it? And it's as though nothing had happened at all. The light of the waxing moon filters in through the window, coating the room in gentle, peaceful silver, with not a single thing out of place. When she looks over to Michiru beside her, her skin is whole and unmarred save, at worst, for a few scraps and light bruises.

It's quiet. A single car sweeps by in the empty street below.

Haruka isn't hurting, either -- the steady pump of adrenaline has kept a solid barrier between her mind and body, but even now, as it begins to wear, the only sensation to seep in is a soreness in her muscles. Her hands ball into fists, as if to reaffirm the realness of it: fingers squeezing against palm, then loosening. Squeezing, and loosening.

Her eyes have yet to leave Michiru's face.

They're both alive. Michiru is alive. Michiru is right here by her side, not pinned to the wall by limp arms and legs, not ambling towards her in a cloud of smoke pouring from dozens and dozens of bullet holes, not crumpled into a broken bloodied heap on the floor, not--

Haruka's chest seizes up, a surge of panic uncoiling where before there was nothing but warm, airy relief. Suddenly she can't remember how to breathe at all -- her head flashes hot, her legs are nailed through to the floor -- and it's a stumbling struggle of half a step forward until her fingers can hook into Michiru's shoulder, pulling her hard against her chest.

Haruka's arms are as rigid as iron poles, and they are trembling.
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Even if Haruka isn't reciprocating, Michiru keeps her hand where it is. The clamminess of her palm doesn't bother her, so long as she's allowed to hold on like this.

"I can, if you'll do the same." Her response comes easily enough, even if the look on Haruka's face makes her stomach churn. An expression like that doesn't suit her, and Michiru's free hand curls in on itself.

She wants to brush her fingers against the curve of Haruka's cheek, as if that'd be enough to wipe it away. She settles for holding onto her hand a little tighter.
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[personal profile] refined 2016-06-07 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Michiru's hand curls tighter as Haruka pulls away from her, and her nails bite into her palm. It's what she's saying that makes ice begin to take root in the pit of her stomach, though.

"That's ridiculous!" She's raising her voice, now, and the realization makes her purse her lips. She doesn't want to yell, doesn't like how petulant it makes her sound.

So, she swallows around the lump in her throat and tries again.

"You can't ask me to promise that I won't make decisions on my own, and then say something like that."

That she deserves to die, if she makes a mistake. The thought makes Michiru's mouth twist into a frown.
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"I know that!" With her prior outburst out of the way, it's easier for Michiru to keep her voice down. There's an obvious, raw edge to it that she can't quite stamp out, but that will come eventually.

She draws in another shaky breath, and then continues:

"But I would appreciate it, still, if you wouldn't say things like that."

She looks away, toward the now-chipped paint on the wall. She might not have any right to ask for something like that, but— she doesn't want to hear Haruka talk about dying, or think about her being hurt. She had said it so easily that it almost sounded inevitable, and the thought alone is enough to make Michiru feel like someone has a vice grip on her heart.
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"I suppose it does."

It takes her a moment to school her expression back into something neutral, but then she's turning to look at Haruka again; the uncomfortable feeling in her gut still hasn't settled.

Is that even a question worth asking, is what Michiru wants to say, but what comes out instead is:

"Were you under the impression that I wouldn't care if you got yourself killed?"

Surely Haruka, of all people, should know better than that.
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Michiru stays put, keeps her eyes trained on Haruka's face. It might be easy to reach out to her now, to take her hand again, but she won't. How many times has Haruka pulled away from her, today?

"I only thought you'd be able to bear it."

Not that she wouldn't care— but that Haruka, who has taken to their mission so well, would be able to handle it if she were given enough time.

"Do you intend to tell me that I was wrong?"
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What Haruka's saying feels significant, even if it's— at first— an idea that she's incredibly familiar with. And then, the feeling of her hands curling over her shoulders makes the tension begin to leave Michiru's body, bit by bit. Her hands feel warm, and her touch feels gentle; it's not like before, when she was harsh and trembling.

She couldn't look away from her if she wanted to, now.

"I do." She lifts both hands, covers Haruka's carefully. The words come out easier than she anticipated, and they ring true, too. "It's the same for me."

If Haruka were killed trying to protect her— she's not sure what she'd do, but the thought makes her throat feel tight. After a moment of hesitation, she takes a small step of her own. If Haruka moves first, that means it's fine, doesn't it? That she can get closer, and that she won't pull away from her like she did earlier.

"Will you accept this, at least?" The second chance they've been given.
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It's not the kind of promise Michiru is eager to make, necessarily, but seeing the relief on Haruka's face— slight as it might be— works as an incentive.

Promising that she won't trade her life for Haruka's doesn't mean she has to let her die, anyway, does it? It just means that she'll have to take a different approach, should the situation ever arise.

She takes a breath, and then:

"I'll give you my word." Her head tips toward Haruka's hand, where her thumb had brushed her neck. "And I'll keep it."

She wants to add in a condition, to make Haruka promise her, too, but she won't. Not when trying to compromise had done more harm than good, earlier.

"We're partners, after all," she adds, softer than before. It feels like they're on thin ice, but saying that out loud helps.
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When Haruka's hand touches her cheek, whatever leftover tension Michiru might have been carrying falls away.

"I think," she starts, after a moment, "that I'd like to go wherever you go."

Her fingers brush the back of Haruka's hand, and then the inside of her wrist. If she lingers there, she can feel the steady thrum of her pulse; it's a small thing, but it's enough to ease the lump in her throat.

"Or, would you rather be alone?"

Her head tilts again— almost curious, this time— as she watches Haruka's face.
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Michiru's fingers curl around Haruka's wrist slowly— not to pull her hand away, but to keep it where it is, pressed close to her cheek.

"Oh?" Her other hand moves to settle against Haruka's side, and she hums, quiet and thoughtful. "Then you don't have to."

It's as simple as that, isn't it? Because, right now, she doesn't want to let go, either.

After a moment, she continues, "I might even prefer it if you didn't."
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It's hard not to be aware of how close they are, when Haruka's forehead touches hers. Like this, Michiru can see how fine her features are, and she can smell her cologne; her hands feel warm against her cheek and her shoulder.

This is probably the part where— regardless of what they both might want— she should pull back, but she feels firmly rooted in place. Her eyes are locked onto Haruka's.

"I don't want you to let go." The words leave her mouth without her permission, but the look on her face doesn't waver. "Not right now."

If she says it like that, it isn't needy of her. They're just... indulging, maybe.
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Even with the knowledge that they might have been heading toward this in the back of her mind, Michiru isn't quite prepared for the feeling of Haruka's lips against hers. Her mouth is slack, just for a moment, before she leans into it, kisses her firmly.

How many times has she thought about this over the years, and how close had she come to never being able to experience it? The thought makes her heart jump into her throat all over again, for too many reasons to count, and Michiru's fingers grip tightly at Haruka's side.

It hadn't been a lie, when she said she didn't want her to let go.

She releases Haruka's wrist, slowly but surely, and moves to cup the back of her neck, instead, to draw her closer.
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That hand against the small of her back is all Michiru needs to steady herself. It means Haruka wants her closer, that she's okay with this, and— at this point, her heart is beating so hard that she can't help but feel like it might leave an imprint of itself against her sternum.

Her own hand slides up, just barely, so her fingers can brush through the hair at the nape of Haruka's neck, and then higher, so she can cradle the back of her head in her palm.

Her hair is soft, like her mouth, and the crushed fabric of her shirt between Michiru's fingers.

(Selfishly, she hopes this isn't the only time she'll be able to feel those things.)

It's only once her lungs start to ache that Michiru pulls away, and even then, she doesn't go far; her forehead presses to Haruka's as she inhales, slow and deep.

"You're holding on so tightly," she murmurs, quiet and breathless. There's a light, almost coy, edge to her voice, now.
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Each brush of Haruka's lips borders on being ticklish, and the bridge of Michiru's nose crinkles with it. She doesn't pull back, though; being kissed like this, when the both of them are still breathless, is better than she could've thought.

"You did."

She angles her head to press a kiss to the corner of Haruka's mouth, and then to the gentle curve of her cheek. A part of her wants to bow her head, to bury it against the side of Haruka's neck, but she draws back to look at her, instead.

"I wonder how long you'll hold on for, then."

For the rest of the night? Or is this marking a shift in their partnership? It's hard to to tell, and even harder to ask outright.

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