Michiru scaled the stairwell up to the front door, unlocked it then stepped into the hallway and placed the bag of groceries on the floor as she closed the door. Haruka's voice was present in the house accompanied by footsteps that came closer. Her wife appeared in all her pregnancy with a phone close to her ear. Kishimo. Haruka shaped the name with her lips and Michiru smiled slipping out of her shoes and snuck into the kitchen and began unpacking the groceries. "Yeah. Michiru came home. She has promised to cook." A smile shaped on Haruka's lips as she glanced back over her shoulder towards the kitchen. "I made her feel guilty this morning." She released a little laugher as a reply to his comment and stopped to look at the muted TV. "Not exactly." She scratched her elbow. "It was about sex. The case that we have had less of it since I became pregnant." Kishimo interrupted her and her lips flattened with sadness. "Its not because I have slept with you. She's just afraid of hurting me or the babe." Haruka pulled her fingers through her hair while he was speaking. "But back to the hose. Do you have time to fix it?" Michiru walked past her blabbering wife and into the bedroom. Opened the wardrobe and began Unbuttoning her blouse while looking for something more comfortable to slip into. Sighed as she loosened the buckle keeping her shirt up and it fell to the floor. Haruka stood in the doorway watching, slipped the phone into the pocket of her trousers as her wife reached around to unhook her bra. Slowly the smile grew over her lips as she looked at the the frame of her wife's back. The movement of the skin, the nuance of the spine, waist a slim relish, armpits a brisk breeze as Haruka inhaled the perfume that came towards her. "Thanks." Her voice was a shallow desire and Michiru turned somewhat embarrassed about her wife's sudden appearance. "For taking my words to heart." She came a few steps closer to feast her eyes on the naked chest of her lover. Wide her eyes grew and the reflection of Michiru with them. The kiss summoned feelings within the two and Haruka allowed her hand to venture down Michiru's thigh while inside her that flame called love intensified. Her nipples brushed against the fabric of Haruka's shirt as Michiru leaned forward, cuddled her forehead close to Haruka's cheek and remained there inhaling the heat radiating towards her. "I love you." Closed her eyes like they where heavy metal curtains and waited with her smile until she could feel the beat of Haruka's heart. A kiss against the spring green hair then two hands firmly grabbing Michiru's shoulders. "Do you want help with dinner?" Chapter 4: Butterflies. Haruka opened the fridge door and inspected what Michiru had bought. Turned and looked at her wife who arrived collecting her hair and fastened it with a scrunchie to keep it together. "You bought wine." She said with a surprised joy. "Yes." Michiru's said with her fingertips trickling down the frame of Haruka's back. "It would complement the food and make you easier to seduce." "But its non alcohol." Haruka said eyebrows high on her forehead. "That's just how easy you are." Michiru reached for the meat and the two began the intricate ritual that was cooking. "Kishimo had a date tonight." Haruka said while slicing the shallots. "A university gal." Michiru made two deep incisions in each of the chicken fillet before she replied her voice oozing with worry. "Does he have second thoughts about the agreement?" "This is the third date." Haruka smiled her face bright with joy. "He told me about her only because he told her about the agreement." She looked at Michiru. "His lady wants to meet us." "Why?" Michiru said while stuffing thin slices of leek into the incisions. "She gay too?" "Straight as a pine." Haruka continued. "You don't need to worry. She thought he was cute for helping me getting pregnant so he must become gorgeous after helping you." Haruka smiled as the nervous façade on Michiru's was replaced with a smile. "He will honour our agreement, that was why we decided on him." "Yes." Michiru slapped the chicken then placed a lamb chop on top and sprinkled it with shallot. "At least she knows he is capable." Haruka shook her head. "Wait till you get some and you'll know how capable he is." The two erupted with laughters that reminded them of their high school years. Michiru placed the two wine glasses on the table then sat down close beside her wife in the sofa and leaned herself against Haruka's shoulder. "Tired?" Was replied by a head leaning against hers and a exhale passed over her face leaving her smiling as she brought her hand below Haruka's shirt and felt the belly with eyes closed. Dug a fingertip into the shallow navel then traced the hair down towards the line of the trousers then back up again. The touch made Haruka smile, made her relax, made her complete as a woman. Michiru's soft hair against her face, the odour that she liked. Memories that came bursting up inside her like flowers on a warm spring meadow. Movement. Movement inside her belly, a dance of butterflies that brought Michiru's hand to a stop and Haruka held her breath. "It moved." The words where spoken as if Haruka was in ecstasy. "She moved." Haruka kissed Michiru's fragrant scalp through the hair, wished the sensation of butterflies would come to her belly once more as the caressing continued. The kiss came suddenly and Haruka did only receive a taste of the grace that was Michiru's lips before the wife slipped away from her with a teasing laughter that filled the room. She realised that she had been asleep and reached forward to take her glass, brought the delicate tasting wine to her lips and allowed it to please her mouth while she listened to her wife rummaging about in the kitchen. Looked down at her bare belly and smiled recalling the sensation of the moving child. Michiru opened the oven door and relished in the vapour of the food that rose towards her, lingered a moment before she continued with preparing the rice. "I'll light some candles." Haruka said entering the kitchen with a wine glass in each hand. "It has been weeks since a romantic occasion such as this." The longing in her voice was sharp but the edge not directed at Michiru but more at herself. "I will tell my boss that I want to spend more time with you." Michiru said carefully as she looked at her wife. "Share the time remaining with you to the fullest." She released a giggle. Received a thought in her head that made her heart leap and the taste of desire came to her mouth. "What do you say about a early night?"
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