Author's notes: This is my first Yuri, as well as my first fic to
be posted in the great void, so be kind. If not, at least give me
your email so I can respond in a rude and immature fashion. All
standard disclaimers apply; special thanks to "Babe" for everything


A REAL STUD
By ChibiLuv

"A real stud."
Michiru's head spun and her hand stopped midway to the canvas. She
kept replaying the scene over and over in her head. She had known it
was wrong to listen to Haruka as she talked on the phone, she had not
really meant to, but the apartment carried sound well, and those
three terrible words had carried themselves to her all too welcoming
ears. A real stud.

She had heard other words as well, "After the race", "Michiru busy",
and "secret" had been among them; but none had wounded her more than
those fateful three. A real stud.

She wiped a stray tear from her eye and viciously resumed her
painting. she couldn't understand why she was crying, she should be
furious! A real stud.; The phrase played itself incessantly in
her mind like some kind of perverse broken record, grinding itself
into her memory. a real stud.

A thousand scenarios and faces flashed before her eyes. Haruka and
Mamoru meeting for a quick romp in the park, and ice cream at
their favorite place; Haruka and that blond guy from the
arcade holed up in a seedy motel; Haruka and Umino in some sort of
bizarre orgy with Bill Gates. Each image filled her with horror and
rage at her lover's despicable betrayal. A real stud.
She seethed and fumed, as each brushstroke became the stroke of one
of Haruka's many imagined lovers A real stud.

Would she enjoy it?stroke Would he know just where to touch
her and how? stroke Would she go back for more? stroke
Would she scream like she had when they made love? stroke
Would she fall asleep afterwards? stroke Or would she lie
languidly in his arms as she had so many times with Michiru, and lean
over to whisper sweet and dirty words in his ear? stroke Would
she utter those three wonderful words so often told to her female
counterpart? Would she say "I love you?"

This last question sent such a phenomenal stab of pain through Michiru's
heart that she stabbed violently at the canvas leaving a large, angry gash
in the multi-colored mess she had created. She collapsed in a heap on the
floor of her studio and began to sob uncontrollably. A real stud.

She was still there when Haruka arrived home, a bouquet of flowers in
her arms and a seductive smile on her face. "I'm hoooome." Haruka's
eyes darkened, Michiru usually met her at the door. "Michiru? You
weren't at the race today..." Silence. "I brought you a
present...Michiru?" she made her way to the studio, "There you are!
How come you-"
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" came a cold, hurt, and very
angry voice.
Alarmed, Haruka rushed to Michiru's side, reaching out a hand to
console her...
"Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me!"
Haruka dropped the flowers, and stared in disbelief at her
lover. "Michiru, what's wrong?"
"A real stud." she said, full of pain and hate.
Haruka smiled, "Is that all? Well, I'll admit I'd hoped to keep it
from you till now, but I was going to tell you anyway, and-"
"And what, ASK ME TO JOIN? JUST ME ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? OR
MAYBE YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD LIVEN UP OUR SEX LIFE?" Michiru spat the
words at Haruka with venom.
Haruka grinned sheepishly, "Well, yeah!"
The slap was quick and unexpected and left an angry red mark on
Haruka's pale cheek.
"You disgust me. Get out."
A hurt and confused look crossed Haruka's face,"But.."
"I said get out. GET OUT NOW! Go back to that-- that man
you're so excited about! I hear he's a real stud!"
At this Haruka began to laugh.
"Stop laughing! This isn't funny!"
"The hell it's not! You thought I was having an affair? Oh that's
rich!"

A real stud. Michiru was thunderstruck, the sight of Haruka
leaning against the wall laughing her ass off only served to confuse
her more. "But...a real..."
"A real stud? Here, let me show you," Haruka stuck her tongue out,
revealing a large metallic barbell on her tongue, "It was a present
for you too you know..."
Michiru, who was beginning to gather her composure, managed to find
the dignity to look askance at her nearly-redeemed lover, "How is a
piece of metal in your mouth supposed to be a gift for me?" she said
disbelievingly, her hair all a mess and paint everywhere. Haruka
stopped laughing and smiled rather seductively at Michiru,
"Come here and I'll show you."

Show her she did; and several hours later Michiru found herself
leaning over the slumbering Haruka to whisper sweetly into her ear,
"A real stud."