Michiru stood at the bow of the cruise ship, staring out at the vast expanse of ocean before her. The wind flapped through her loose, wavy tresses, blowing it every which way, but she made no attempt to tame it, enjoying the sensation of the sea breeze tugging against her hair and clothes, caressing her skin like a lover in the heat of passion. She inhaled deeply, taking in the salty scent that perfumed the air - a smell she always associated with "home", despite the fact she lived nowhere near the ocean - and smiled.
At that moment, she detected a flash of light out of the corner of her eye. She pivoted around, frowning when she saw Haruka standing a few feet away, a camera in her hands.
"Haruka! How many times do I have to tell you to warn me before taking my photograph?" Michiru scolded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Look, my hair is a mess, and I haven't even done my make-up yet!"
Haruka chuckled, coming to stand beside her at the rails. "And how many times do I have to tell you that you look beautiful even without perfect hair and make-up? In fact, I don't think I've ever seen you look more gorgeous than you do right now. Can you blame me for wanting to preserve the moment for eternity?"
"Flatterer." Still, Michiru beamed, delighting in the compliment just the same. "Thank you, by the way."
Haruka arched an eyebrow. "For what? Calling you beautiful? I do that all the time."
She shook her head. "For bringing me on this cruise. It was a wonderful surprise - just what I needed."
Pleased, Haruka grinned and reached for Michiru's hand, bringing it to her lips. "Anything for you, my sea princess."