Distant Sky Productions presents...
Cradle of Love
by Lex 'Spork' Tenou
Haruka yawned and pinched her nose. She had been working on this for way too long. She squeezed her eyes shut and stretched her arms out before placing her hands back on the keyboard.
Just as her fingers began to dance over the keys once more, someone pounded on her door. She frowned as she glanced at the clock. Five o'clock. She wasn't expecting anyone...
She opened her door to a young woman who looked red hot. She was dressed in a black miniskirt that stretched wonderfully across her black stocking clad thighs. She wore a wide belt low on her hips. Her wrists were adorned with numerous bracelets that jangled merrily. A broken in black leather jacket hung loose over a pristine white shirt that was knotted just above the belt. Haruka's widened eyes traveled from the tip of her long loose aqua hair to the tip of her low black boots.
"Hi. I was wondering if I could use your stereo." She held up a tape.
Haruka was taken aback. She was shocked by the woman's appearance at her door and the sheer animal magnetism she exuded.
"Yeah, sure, come on in." Haruka stepped aside to let her in.
The woman walked immediately over to her surround sound stereo system. Haruka looked at her once more and went back to her computer to try and work some more.
The sound of drums and guitars ricocheted through Haruka's apartment. The woman had turned up the stereo volume to maximum.
"Well, rock the cradle of love...rock the cradle of love, yes the cradle of love don't rock easily...."
Haruka ran her hand through her hair and tried to concentrate on the screen before her. This music was too loud!
Haruka looked over her shoulder and saw the woman in the living room. She was dancing to the song, her eyes closed and her teeth biting a corner of her lip.
Haruka turned back to the screen. She rested her head in her hands. She couldn't take it, she needed to turn this down or something.
Haruka walked over to the living room, but all that was there was the woman's leather jacket. She looked around puzzled. Where was she?
Haruka walked around her apartment. Where was that woman? Haruka looked into her bedroom and froze.
The woman was on her bed, still dancing, writhing on the sheets as she pulled them loose and flung them around the room. A pillow landed on the floor at Haruka's feet.
Holy mother of God.... Haruka could not move or think. She stood there blinking, still trying to think after the woman had left her bedroom and gone to some other part of her apartment.
This had to stop. Haruka went in search of the woman. She finally found her in the kitchen, still dancing. Haruka reached out and touched her shoulder. She spun around so fast that the glass of red wine in her hand spilled on the front of her shirt.
Haruka immediately tried to apologize but the woman shrugged it and the shirt off. She licked her fingers clean of the wine and danced past Haruka with a smile. Haruka ran to the sink and immediately ran the shirt under running water to try and get the wine out. She glanced over ehr shoulder to see where the woman was.
Haruka managed to get out most of the stain. She walked into the main hallway to give the shirt back to the woman. She held the shirt as she watched the woman dance in the other room. The music rose...and the plates that were hanging on the wall fell with a crash that couldn't be heard over the song.
Haruka looked over at the woman, confused and bewildered. She was now on her hands and knees. Haruka swallowed and watched her with widened eyes. The woman was a panther and Haruka her prey as she crawled across the floor.
As the guitars riffed, the woman pulled herself up Haruka's frame and wrapped her arms around Haruka's neck as she pulled her in and kissed her.
The last of the guitars and drums faded into silence as they kissed. When they finally pulled apart, Haruka grinned.
"That was definitely one of your best ideas ever, babe."
Michiru smiled up at Haruka.
"And you didn't want to do it..." Michiru leaned in again and nipped Haruka's neck.
"Ah...well, honey, now that I know how you can be, I'll agree from now on."
Michiru grinned into Haruka's neck as she thought of what she could propose for next time.
I wrote this vignette while listening to "Cradle of Love". What a coincidence.
This is an example of how a music video can infect your brain. I don't know the lyrics to "Cradle of Love" no matter how many times I hear it and sing along with it. This fic was inspired by the sound of the song and the image of Haruka and Michiru acting out the video.
If you haven't seen the video for this song, I suggest you do. Billy Idol doesn't really appear in it, but nobody really cares because that way we get to see the chick...drool drool.
I don't own Haruka or Michiru and I do not own the rights to the song or video for "Cradle of Love" by Billy Idol. Someone else owns them. Someone with money.
-Lex 'Spork' Tenou, Feb. 2001
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