[ Haruka can feel the dull sting of Michiru's perfectly-shaped nails through the fabric of her suit, the tension in the clenching of her fingers. she hums against her mouth like she's trying to reassure her, a low, smooth noise, and her hand slips from Michiru's back to her hip.
Haruka gently shifts her weight forward, taking one step, two, until she's got Michiru pressed against the corridor's wall. she's steadily running out of breath, but she doesn't want to break away, even when the kiss has fizzled out into a series of clumsy nuzzle-pecks, punctuated with gasps. ]
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Haruka gently shifts her weight forward, taking one step, two, until she's got Michiru pressed against the corridor's wall. she's steadily running out of breath, but she doesn't want to break away, even when the kiss has fizzled out into a series of clumsy nuzzle-pecks, punctuated with gasps. ]