[ Michiru's mouth is sticky-sweet with lipgloss and the drink she's had, and Haruka presses her closer and parts her lips against hers, immediately seeking more. things like pacing herself, like refinedness and restraint -- she can't bring herself to care about any of them. how many times has she thought of doing just this? how many times have they had to pull away from fear of bridging this remaining, paper-thin bit of distance?
time after time after time, until it's finally become too many to bear. and now that the dam's been broken, Haruka can't remember how to pull away anymore. ]
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time after time after time, until it's finally become too many to bear. and now that the dam's been broken, Haruka can't remember how to pull away anymore. ]