Upon arrival at Makoto's apartment, Haruka found herself unable to conceal her surprise at the place. "Wow, Mako, you live here all on your own?"
Makoto, who was blushing slightly as she scratched the back of her scalp, nodded. "Yeah, ever since my parents died. Why?"
"Well, I'm just shocked you can maintain it so well. I mean, I had a lot of trouble keeping my place neat when I first got a room. Michiru's the only one who keeps that place hospitable and all. Hey, what's that smell?" Haruka drifted over to the stove, where several pots were either boiling over or filling up with steam. Mako-chan popped up between the stove and Haruka, a tad protective of the stove.
"Just dinner. I made enough for all of you, if you want some."
"Oh, it's fine, I--"
"Thanks, Mako-chan!" Usagi cheered, punching the air triumphantly.
"Only if we aren't imposing," Haruka resigned, glancing over at Mako's adorable derriere. Not quite as wonderful as Michiru's own butt, no, but there was a firmness there that Michiru didn't quite have. She was strong, but she did have some gentle, feminine curves.
Haruka accepted her food once Makoto finished it, and, to her delight, it was magnificent. Such flavors, such taste. She had to have more, and, by the time the meal was through, she felt stuffed to the point where she was nearly overflowing. She laid her hands on her belly, sighing aloud.
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