5) Indulging oneself

BEFORE

She was not a person with unhealthy habits. She was most definitively not the kind of person to fall victim of junk food or sweets. And as the proud person she was by nature, she of course was proud of that fact.

But every now and then, she would indulge herself with the pleasure of an old fashion, sweet, classic chocolate ice cream. And right now, she was willing to do just that. She was even dressed for the occasion; comfy, gray, cotton trousers, and an old, and equally comfy, black sweatshirt. Sitting over the couch, legs crossed indian style, remote control in hand, and more than ready to do nothing productive. At all.

Oh, the small pleasures in life! She was so focus on her task, surfing trough the channels randomly and burring her spoon on the ice cream pot mindlessly, that when a second spoon appeared out of nowhere, openly stealing from her precious ice cream, she jumped up and around. Only to come face to face with her best friend slash roommate slash fellow Senshi.

Slash ice cream thief.

There she was, spoon now hanging from her mouth, an innocent look on her face, being openly betrayed by the playful light in those blue eyes. And even without that light, Haruka knew better than to believe her best friend's fake innocence. But all and any attempts from the blonde to scold her best friend for stealing her ice cream went out the window the moment Michiru took the spoon out of her mouth, eagerly licking any ice cream left over it.

The movement, innocent, normal, and completely unconscious, was more than enough to send shivers down the blonde's spine. The sight of that small, pink tongue, gently licking that spoon, came to her as such a sensual move, that she turned around without a word, trying to get her concentration back to the TV.

Quite the impossible task, with Michiru now sitting by her side, legs lift up over the couch, the warmth of her body doing crazy things to the blonde's state of mind. Spoon still stealing from the ice cream pot, going all the way from there to that tempting, deliciously looking mouth... Would she taste of chocolate now? If she kissed her right now, would she taste the ice cream melting in her tongue?

She shook her head, locking her gaze on the TV, desperately trying to distract herself from Michiru's presence and her oh so sensual movements... it just couldn't be... she shouldn't be having that kind of thoughts about her best friend...

Michiru let out a sigh, feeling somewhat down. Her friend was so consumed by the TV... how she wished she would pay her that much attention... How she wished she could be that damn ice cream, being held by those soft, slender hands. How she envied that spoon, going into the blonde's mouth so shamelessly! Being caressed by her lips and tongue the way she wanted to...

No! It wasn't right! Haruka was her best friend! Her very best friend in the whole world. She really needed to stop feeling this way about her...

AFTER

She took a peek into the living room, to the blonde sitting on the couch, completely concentrated on the TV in front of her, like a kid being hypnotized by candy.

With a smile dancing on her lips, Michiru opened up the freezer, taking out a small pot she had gotten earlier that day, knowing Haruka could not, ever, say no to that one little pot. Item in hand, she reached for a spoon, and made her way to the couch.

Legs up, one arm around holding those long legs of hers, the other one resting over her knees, hand under her chin supporting her head, Haruka was fascinated by the documentary she was currently watching. A Da Vinci documentary. She blamed that one on Michiru...

Speaking of which... A spoon was now floating in front of her, successfully taking her attention away from the TV and into the heavenly chocolate ice cream. Tempting her, so close to her mouth.

She smiled, and was about to open her mouth to allow that sweet treat to melt in her tongue, when the spoon disappeared from her sight. She turned to the side, just in time to catch Michiru taking care of the ice cream, licking the spoon clean from any trace of it, a playful light in her deep blue eyes. A light that told the tall blonde girl Michiru was not willing to share her little ice cream pot. Not quite yet, anyway.

Haruka smiled again, and turning back to the TV, she lazily stretched herself over the couch, to then oh so casually put an arm around the aquamarine girl's shoulders, bringing her small body crushing into hers. And her smiled widened at Michiru's happy giggles, before she lowered her face and kissed those pink lips. Deeply. Slowly. Tasting the trace of chocolate in Michiru's mouth. But most of all, loving the feeling of their tongues dancing together.

She loved that feeling. Being connected like this. It still amazed her, how one simple kiss, one gentle caress from Michiru's tongue, such a small gesture, really, could held such a meaning. So much love.

She broke up the kiss, looking up into soft green eyes. She cuddled comfortably into the blonde's body, before her attention went back to the ice cream still on her hands. Burring the spoon in it, and this time willing to share, she started feeding her girlfriend, loving the playful light in her tender eyes.

TV long forgotten, they simply sat there, cuddling on the couch, eating their ice cream, and indulging themselves in the pleasure of each others warmth.