no subject

[ It's a pity, she thinks, that she's only brave enough to do this when she's drunk- but maybe alcohol is the only thing that could make her stupid enough to give in at the same time. Haruka goes mostly still and Michiru answers with a grateful sound, yearning and almost sad. She wants this, wants her, wants something so much more concrete than a clumsy kissing session against the wall.

But part of her is afraid to stop, afraid of the conversation that inevitably will follow this.

So she stays it, as well as she can, turning to touch her hand to Haruka's cheek and to kiss her properly on the mouth again, breath soft. ]