Guess who's back?

I have no comment on this one. I'm sure you'll do. Rated M++++ and you can skip the fragments that are too explicit. Don't be harsh, it's just a mood. Otherwise:

Dedicated to all the girls who are still waiting for a Haruka/ Michiru to appear in their lives.

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27. Resolution

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Eight years ago, when they rented the apartment, they had to spend some time looking for furniture and other utilities since they found it empty, with nothing but walls and windows. They tried to keep their plan of moving together a secret, but as considerable amounts of money were spent on that apartment, their parents found out. Haruka's were the first to arrive. The mother was especially thrilled with the Tokyo panorama of the living room and had nothing against Michiru. "It's better than staying in dorms, right?" she concluded and gave Michiru a look as if she could guess most of what was going to happen in the future. For a second, she almost seemed to pity the two of them, but as the brief moment was gone, she gave her blessing and advised them to add a cozy couch or a TV in the living room: "I know that each of you will have their own room and private space, but you never know when you will be in a mood for lazy week-ends." Later, Michiru's parents confirmed that something was missing from the living room, so they ended up buying both the couch and the tv.

Today, as they were sitting together in front of the old cathode ray tube TV, Haruka was thinking that back then, this was the best piece of advice that her mother ever gave to her.

"Don't you think it's time for us to change this antiquity with a LED TV?" Michiru asked.

"I'm surprised that you do not remember anything of what happened between us during the last eight years, but you are pretty aware of the latest technology." Haruka replied as she was glancing with an uncomfortable air at the red nail polish that Michiru was picking up for her pedicure. She couldn't remember how, but somewhere during this morning she gave in to Michiru's craving for "a day off that she could spend exclusively the way she wanted". This included, of course, not going to see a doctor and having Haruka fulfill all her wishes. Apparently, one of her first demands was to have Haruka undertake a girly pedicure.

As the two of them, were sitting on the couch playing pedicure - Michiru dressed in a silk negligee and Haruka wearing nothing but a extra large t-shirt that was covering her underwear - they painted a picture of two best friends having fun in fun in the most girly way. If anything, the two of them looked cute, especially Haruka who didn't get rid yet of that palm tree hairstyle. She pleaded that it was preventing her bangs to get in her eyes and this way she could better admire Michiru's beauty. Far from being impressed with that affirmation, Michiru, who was taking seriously her task of painting Haruka's toes, pulled her right leg and positioned it right between her legs. That caused Haruka to go silent. Moments later, while doing job, Michiru lift her left knee and rested her chin on it. That caused Haruka's stomach to ache. From that position, she could clearly see her parted legs and her white, small panties. Her right toes, positioned in the between, so close to them, involuntarily startle.

"Stay still, Haruka." Michiru scolded. "I'm trying to make you pretty."

But putting a cocky smile, Haruka slightly pushed her right leg, so that her toes would reach her underwear. Michiru didn't let out a sound, but she felt her tense. Since it was neither a 'yes' nor a 'no', Haruka pushed further, starting to playfully touch her womanhood. Michiru remained still, in a visible attempt of ignoring her. What she didn't know though, was that Haruka could clearly see her hard nipples trough her silk negligee. Not to mention that, at some point she felt a wet spot on her innocent panties. Haruka smirked with satisfaction:

"If I were a man, I'd have boner right now. A huge one…" she said.

Michiru cocked an eyebrow:

"Is that what you wish? To be a man?"

Haruka pulled back her leg with a pouted air, since those words killed her imaginary 'boner'. Michiru tried to grab it back and finish the pedicure, but Haruka put on a weary face:

"I don't even like this color… red…"

"You don't like anything…no make-up, no dresses, no perfume…are you a boy or something?"

Haruka's eyes widened.

"Touché, right?" Michiru insisted with a smile.

Haruka didn't say anything.

"But honestly, have you ever thought about it?"

"About what?" the blonde played fool.

"About yourself, about your identity?"

Haruka suddenly became uncomfortable, but since Michiru was looking at her intensively, she dropped the first thing that came through her mind:

"Would you like me better if I were a man?"

Michiru instantly laughed.

"This is not about me."

"Are you sure about that? With the baby and everything , who wouldn't want a perfect family?"

Hearing those words, Michiru put the nail polish aside with an offended air, ready to get off the couch.

"Hey, what's with this? I didn't start it!" she riposted as she grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"You are right, I did, but I don't wish to start a fight about this." Michiru defended herself.

"A fight? Who's fighting?"

Michiru smiled gently:

"This is clearly a weak spot. I don't plan on exploiting it. I'm going to change my underwear."

And as she said that she got off, leaving Haruka behind with a confused and at the same time intrigued air.

"There's no use in changing your panties, you know that right?" she shouted from behind with frustration. "At this rate, you'll run out of them!"

No reply came back, except for a short laugh followed by a carelessly humming of a silly song. This made her frustration grow even bigger and when she couldn't stand it anymore, she got off the couch and rushed in the dormitory, entering like a storm. In the threshold, as she found Michiru standing in front of the closet, dressed in nothing but her beautiful and white skin, she stopped with her breath taken away.

"What's this?" Michiru said with an amused air. "It looks as if, you're the one who lost her memory and this would be the first time you're seeing me naked."

Haruka was tangled and unable to move, while her eyes were clearly projecting herself over her, in all sorts of ways.

"I'm going to have a shower." Michiru said. "After I'm done we could go out and eat. I know that I might have forgotten eight years of our relationship, but I'm sure that you didn't learn to cook during this time."

Saying that with a smile, she passed by Haruka heading towards the bathroom. She didn't reach her destination though, because Haruka gently grabbed her hand and pulled her close. She looked tense and visibly troubled.

"Haruka?" Michiru whispered a little worried.

In reply, Haruka lowered her gaze and touched her belly.

"You know…." She began. "Inside you, there is a child. It truly is…"

Those words turned Michiru's skin in to goose bumps. She didn't know if it was out of excitement or fear. What she was sure of though, was that Haruka was so close that she could breath her air. Her lips startled.

"A child…" Haruka repeated, pressing her palm over her womb, as is if she was trying to feel the little creature through her skin. "You know what scares me the most? The fact that this child will need a father and that sooner or later you will start look for it."

"Haruka, you said it yourself. This child is ours…"

But Haruka put a finger over her lips making her go silent.

"It goes deeper than this and you know it. The reason why you put so many questions about my identity, isn't it because you who wished for me to be a man?"

Michiru felt had that finger pressed against her lips with a strange lust, almost unrecognizable:

"I can't stand it anymore…" she heard her whispering in her ear. "You, standing naked in front of me. I can feel your hard nipples through my t-shirt. You think I'm made out of stone or what?"

In that moment, Michiru who wished to tell her to don't refrain, felt her lips over her mouth. Then she felt her warm tongue. It was no ordinary kiss. Before she knew, she felt wet in between her thighs, with drops oozing on her legs and a crazy urge of having Haruka taste it. She startled and that is when Haruka leaned on her knees ready to fulfill her perverted desire. She felt her kissing her belly, then tasting her thighs and when her hip began to involuntary jerk, she strongly grabbed her sides, almost touching her clit with her lips:

"I swear…" she began. "I swear, I won't do anything if that is not what you truly want. If there is even a slight part in your body that whishes there was someone else instead of me… or if you wish for me to be someone different…"

She could feel the tip of her nose and her breathing over her clitoris. It was numbing all her senses. It was driving her insane. "Closer!" she would have wanted to shout at her.

"If you wished for me to be a man, Michiru… or if you simply wish for a man."

But Michiru was shaking from all her joints and all she could think about was Haruka:

"Just touch me already! Touch me!" she cried.

Haruka smirked.

"Like man?"

Michiru growled in frustration.

"Touch me like only you know how to touch! Just touch me already! I'm burning! One touch and I swear I'll come!

Haruka felt her wetness with on her fingers so he began to lick her thighs again, causing Michiru to growl with pleasure and pain. It was her womanhood that was hurting her. She was that concupiscent.

"I beg you!" she whispered. "Touch one, just once so I can come!"

Not even Haruka could resist to those words. She parted her vulvas and with a pointy tongue, she touched her clitoris. Right on spot! Michiru let out a wild irk and as Haruka felt her clitoris pulsing inside her mouth, she began to suck it with lust, prolonging her orgasm. It was supposed to last a second, but it continued...until Michiru couldn't stand on her feet.

When she was done, Michiru leaned against the wall, unable to move her legs . But Haruka did not have any intention of letting her get away with only that. She leaned over her, playing with her body until the drowsiness of the last orgasm faded, making place for a tension worthy of a new one. When she felt her ready, she once more stopped and approached her ear:

"Touch my breats, Michiru." She commanded.

She obeyed and that is when she felt one of her fingers penetrating her vagina. Again, It stopped at the entrance.

"More…" Michiru whispered.

"Are you sure? Don't you feel my breasts? I'm a nothing more than a woman and there'll be nothing more than my fingers if I keep going."

" Don't stop, Haruka!" she begged. " I'm your lesbian! I need no man when I have you!"

"Say it again!" she cried. "Say it Michiru!"

"I'm a lesbian! I need no dick when I have your fingers!" she shouted out loud and parted her legs even wider. She let her play with her body as long for as she could, tensing all her muscles and her teeth as well. From time to time, she would let out a short scream, but most of the times she bit her tongue, because Haruka seemed inexhaustible and herself wanted it to last forever. In the end, as she couldn't hold it anymore she came once more, with an orgasm that made her shake from all joints. With a trembling voice, the only thing she could let out at the end was:

"Never in my life… I've felt like I did with you, today."

Haruka let out and exhausted smile and put her head on her lap. Surprisingly, even though she was the one to please, she found herself filled with a satisfaction that nothing, not even winning a racing car cup, couldn't have brought her. She had to admit to herself that nothing was comparing with knowing that no one could better satisfy the woman she loved than her.

She closed her eyes for a second, trying to put her thoughts and heartbeats in order. Chidren… Michiru… Sex…Family… Career…Sex…

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"Haruka… Haruka, darling wake up."

From afar, she heard the voice of her loved one so she opened her eyes.

"You've been sleeping on the floor." Michiru scolded while she blinked confused. "I tried to pull you, but you are too heavy."

After rubbing her eyes, Haruka found herself in the threshold of the dormitory. It was the place where she caused Michiru two orgasms. Her stomach ached at that memory and her face let out a stupid smile.

"Come on, Haruka. Go take a shower and let's go out! I'm hungry! I'm sure the baby is hungry too! Or the baby is the one who's hungry? It's incredible, isn't?"

Still confused and half asleep, Haruka got up and tried to reach the bathroom.

"Are you joining me?" she mumbled, but when she turned, she noticed that Michiru was ready to go out, dressed in wonderful summer dress. On that view, she fell in love with her again. "I'll be out in five and then we can do whatever you want!" she concluded.

"I was thinking that after we eat, we could go out and check out some stores with articles for babies. Don't you think it's a good idea to already buy some baby stuff?"

From the bathroom, Haruka was listening to her cheerful voice. It's been a while since she saw her in such good spirits. Not to mention how beautiful she looked. Her face was radiating and she couldn't help the thought that she had something to do with it.

"Haruka, are you listening?"

"Yes, honey, of course… the baby store." She replied from underneath the shower.

'Honey'. Haruka was surprised with herself. When did she begin using such sugary appellatives?

"And I was thinking that if we'll found ourselves surrounded with baby stuff, we'll find easier the transition from… you know, madly in love couple… to parents madly in love with their baby."

Haruka laughed and pulled the curtain in order to exit the shower.

"What's with that smirk? Do you think that you are the only person I can be crazy about?"

Haruka startled as she found Michiru in front of the shower, handing her a dried towel. She accepted it with a smile and dried herself, while Michiru was starring at her naked body with daring and penetrating eyes .

"Anyway" concluded Michiru when she decided that she had enough of her partner's physical beauty. "I ironed you a shirt and put it on the bed. It's a casual one so you can wear it with…"

But there she found herself interrupted by an unexpected sound. In the beginning, it appeared strange and unfamiliar in this perfect world that the two of them had build for themselves. As the sound went on though, she had to admit that maybe, this beautiful world wasn't the only one out there. The thought scared her. She tried to catch a glimpse of Haruka's eyes, but with no word, she grabbed the bathrobe and exited the room. The sound went on. It was a phone ringing and it was calling from a drawer in the hallway. She wanted to ask Haruka to get it, she even tried to imagine that it was the neighbor's phone, but somewhere inside her, she knew that it was ringing for her. She knew it, the same way she knew that this place and the two of them being together couldn't have been real.

She clinched her fists and headed toward the hallway. In the living room, she passes by Haruka who was silently starring at the Tokyo panorama. She opened the drawer, pulled the ringing phone and read the name displayed on the screen:

"DAMIEN"

Her dream had crushed. Snap! Back to reality!

"Won't you be taking that phone call?" Haruka answered with an emotionless voice.

She couldn't say anything. From the hallway, she looked at her beloved apartment she felt as if, once more, it looked old and disused. Suddenly, all his warmness and magic disappeared. The phone stopped ringing.

"Why?" Michiru asked.

Still facing the window, only after a long pause, Haruka managed to say:

"You didn't want the abortion. I felt it. And you didn't want to go back to your fiancé either. What was I supposed to do? I ought accept the both of you, but since you won't have it this way either, I had to do something in order to show you that… you and me and the baby could be together. I'm not saying that I'm crazy about the idea of raising your child, but I don't want to lose you because of that."

The phone began to ring again.

"It's complicated, Michiru and this is the closest thing to a miracle that I can perform. This time, someone will certainly lose. It could be the two of us, Damien or even worse, the child."

And it kept ringing.

"If you are going to pick up that phone now, I won't blame you, but I will surely pity you. In a way, you could be happy with that guy and maybe a child will give satisfactions beyond my understanding, but what I know for sure is that we could never forget each other. Therefore, this time someone will get hurt really bad, so name it Michiru, who will be?"

Michiru listen to Haruka's words, while she starred at her fiancé's name displayed on the phone. She knew that this was the hardest decision she will ever have to make… and yet, for her who was born to be a sinner, what choice was there, but to act selfishly? For her who cheated her own heart by marrying a man? For her who ignored the natural laws and allowed herself to be romantically involved with a woman? For her who had killed so many before, there will be no redemption, other than being with her.

She took the phone and emotionlessly took off its battery. Hearing her, Haruka turned to tense and curious:

"It's decided." Michiru concluded icily. "You find a good clinic tomorrow and appoint me for an abortion. Meanwhile I'm out to have lunch."

After that she closed the door behind her, leaving Haruka with a heavy burden on her shoulders. She saw no tears and no regret in Michiru's eyes, but she knew that no matter what they will do from now on, she ought to give her enough happiness to compensate for that child she had killed for the sake of this relationship.

Acknowledging those thoughts, Haruka felt angry, dirty and guilty.

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