[ Haruka likes the way it sounds, the first time-- it sends a shuddering heat to the pits of her stomach, makes her want to press Michiru harder into the wall and take, all tongue and teeth and fingers that dig hungrily into skin.
but then the second time comes as a reprimand, and the feverishness that just threatened to take over her stills, closes itself up and burrows deep within her. Haruka doesn't want to think about the consequences that will follow, she doesn't want to think about anything that would cause her to hesitate -- but the moment Michiru tells her to stop, even if only in tone, she stops.
she goes to take a step back, but Michiru's lips touch to her skin, and she's instantly rooted in place. her mind hazed-over, Haruka falters, not sure what she should do, and ultimately decides that it should be all right to do nothing, just for a moment or two.
keeping still, she allows herself to relax as Michiru kisses her; her eyelids flutter, breath coming out shallow through her lips, and her body slouches forward slightly, until the top of her head comes to rest against the wall. her thumb brushes up Michiru's side, tracing the seam of her dress with uneven, slow distractedness.
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but then the second time comes as a reprimand, and the feverishness that just threatened to take over her stills, closes itself up and burrows deep within her. Haruka doesn't want to think about the consequences that will follow, she doesn't want to think about anything that would cause her to hesitate -- but the moment Michiru tells her to stop, even if only in tone, she stops.
she goes to take a step back, but Michiru's lips touch to her skin, and she's instantly rooted in place. her mind hazed-over, Haruka falters, not sure what she should do, and ultimately decides that it should be all right to do nothing, just for a moment or two.
keeping still, she allows herself to relax as Michiru kisses her; her eyelids flutter, breath coming out shallow through her lips, and her body slouches forward slightly, until the top of her head comes to rest against the wall. her thumb brushes up Michiru's side, tracing the seam of her dress with uneven, slow distractedness.
Michiru's lips are soft. this is nice. warm. ]