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Beach Party Log

Who: The people of Union and all their wonderful friends who can be bothered to take a vacation.
Where: The Tropical Island
When: On and off, the second week of June
What: Union's more-than-annual beach party. Open log, tag around!

The sun is shining, the Wingull are squawking, and the beach of the Tropical Island is as beautiful as always. The whole city has more or less been effectively encouraged to come out, especially people who need to recover from the shenanigans in Sanctuary. The air is filled with the sounds and smells of Citadel visitors grilling, the expected murmurs of shock at Calderan fashions hitting the place where they're most practical, and of course, the colorful sights of everyone having a good time. There's lots of places to see and things to do on the island, and now's the time to enjoy them.

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[ Sorry about that. Haruka slides her fingers between Michiru's as far as they can go, appreciating her partner's perseverance. She bumps those hands against your leg, too: sorry, and thank you.

There's a somewhat solitary-looking area up this way, isn't there? ]

[at least she's perfectly aware that there's no point in fussing over it now. Still, that's a squeeze of her hand in acknowledgement.]

I suppose this area of the beach isn't quite as popular. [the crashing of the surf against the rocks is, if anything, louder over here]

It's untamed. [ Not to mention intrusive. They'll have to stand very close to hear each other speak....

Like so, once Haruka's ventured far enough into the area to consider the two of them properly alone. This is a good view of the ocean, too. As pleasant as it is to watch while placid, watching the water froth on the rocks is more interesting.

As is this hand she's holding. That hand is pretty great. She should draw it closer to herself. ]

[that's a slow intake of breath. And when she finally exhales, she's smiling and glancing up at you. Perhaps the air really is clearer over here. Or maybe it's just that she doesn't have to share you with anybody else.]

I think most of it is.

[eyes are drawn to the ocean] I don't mind.

[understatement]

[ Haruka smiles back, then joins Michiru in watching the ocean. She is still watching the ocean when her lips touch down just above the other woman's ear. And then her eyes close.

There's something else worth appreciating right here. ]

[geez, Haruka. Michiru closes her eyes too, the better to focus on your warmth. Her ears are filled with the sound of the waves and your breathing.

A murmur:] Tease.

Don't let me disturb you. [ A soft murmur. The dampness of Michiru's hair makes the other woman smell even more like the sea than usual. It's a heady experience.

Tilting her head the other direction, Haruka aims for the nape of her partner's neck this time. ]

[is that the name of the game? Even if she's forcing herself to open her eyes, they're more unfocused than not.

That's a measured exhale as she hazily tracks your touch on her skin.]

You're asking for quite a lot.

I believe in you. [ The way Haruka's whispering that makes it sound like it's not even an answer to Michiru's observation. Her head has come to rest against Michiru's shoulder, and she sneaks her injured arm across Michiru's back, resting her hand lightly on her partner's hip.

Are you in a one- or two- piece swimsuit? If it's the latter, that hand is resting on skin, not fabric. ]

[she chuckles, if only to try and hide that shiver. Not that she's having second thoughts; she seems perfectly accepting of the risks inherent to wearing a two-piece.

Closing her eyes and forcing her own hands to still.]

Were you jealous? [even if the ocean has already been relegated to background noise]

Of what? [ Because playing dumb has worked so well for Haruka in the past.

She cuddles into Michiru's shoulder, apparently intending to set up shop there or something. And her hand lifts so just her fingertips are touching Michiru's bare skin. But when she swirls her middle finger around, she figures that much touch will still be enough. ]

[she cracks open an eye. The look she's throwing you is half exasperation, half wry amusement.]

Show off.

[not that it stops her from ever so subtly leaning into you. And placing a light hand on your leg.]

Hm. [ Showing off while alone....? But that kind of observation is Michiru's jurisdiction, so Haruka lets it hum unsaid in the (negligible) space between them. She shifts into that touch, moving her own hand more towards Michiru's center to better embrace her. ]

[well, she's hardly alone when she's with you.

Her other hand is placed over yours, as if to keep you close. And she's turning her head, pecking your cheek. Attention seeker.]

[ Why wait if that's what they're here for?

And as long as Michiru's face is turned towards hers, Haruka might as well lift her chin and look for a kiss. ]

[and she responds to that, leaning in for a soft kiss.

Heh. And she's pulling back a little, taking the opportunity to turn around and face you, hands on your shoulders. That is definitely a fond look.]

[ This is a good position, too. Haruka returns that look with one of her own. ] We're doing fine.

[ And they are. They really are. It was good to come here and get that reminder - that even if the gods are starting to test them, even if Gigas and Sanctuary and Team Evolution and who knows what else seems determined to run the planet into the ground, even if somehow a secret organization meant to get the drop on the second coming of nigh-omnipotent creatures cannot dissuade a beaver from stalking them, all in all, Haruka wouldn't want to be anywhere else. She wouldn't want to have done anything else than exactly what she's done up to this point in her life.

Her other hand rests on Michiru's other hip, grounding here right here, right now. With this person. As she should be. ]

[glance to the side for a moment, and then back at you.] I'm inclined to believe you.

[it could've been worse. It could be worse.

Her hands on your shoulders tighten a bit, and then relax. As long as they're together.]

How generous. [ Those lips say nice things. She's going to kiss them. ]

[a proper kiss this time, then, slow and lingering. In your arms, the wind tugging at her hair, and the sounds of the surf in her ears. It's perfect.]

[ Isn't it just? Haruka's hands drift up Michiru's back, pressing her partner close as they savor the kiss. She's never letting you go. ]

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