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[elegy]

[ Her dress was more uncomfortable than she was willing to admit, but it was incredibly flattering, too: such were the pains of being a socialite and attending parties as fancy as these. Oh, well- the other women looked just as uncomfortable, too, when they were sure that no one was looking, but it was all for the sake of beauty, she guessed.

The drink in her hand was more of a prop than anything else, more alcoholic than she had originally anticipated. It was that and the combination of the heat and bustle of the party that had her a little light headed, but despite it all, she was having fun, too.

So Michiru slips in to stand next to Haruka, gently interrupting the blond from whatever-the-hell-it-is she's doing. ]

Are you having fun?

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[elegy]

Haruka-

[ She has the cool firmness of the wall behind her and Haruka's warmth in front as she responds to the scattered kisses with desperate little ones of her own, and it occurs to her then that she doesn't like the way the other girl's name had sounded on her lips there. It was too needy- pathetic-

She tries again, a little firmer: ]

Haruka.

[ 'We shouldn't be doing this' is what her tone pretty clearly implies, except her face is at Haruka's cheek again, then at the side of her throat, dozens of little kisses as she maps her throat with her lips. ]

[sexuallyconfuses]

[ 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.

Michiru's lips are soft. this is nice. warm. ]

[elegy]

[ 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. ]