[Miorine's staring down at her. Her face is flushed; her stare is intense. It captures Suletta's attention, keeps her pinned in this spot and this moment. She waits in silence to see what Miorine might do next.
It's brief, barely a few seconds of warmth and gentle pressure. A kiss that a child might give another on a playground. A kiss like the ones in the books she would read, which were set in the past and so came with a complex and orderly set of rules for courting. Suletta's breath catches and snags in her throat the moment before, a sound that could be mistaken for surprise. Her eyes stay open. Miorine's apology comes through like words underwater: garbled and indistinct. Suletta puts two fingers to her mouth in startled quiet. She blinks. The silence stretches beyond what might be comfortable, as she contends with the fact that things have changed for the two of them.
Warm. Miorine's mouth was so warm.
She props herself on one elbow, glancing off to the side as if troubled. What can be seen of her expression is pensive. Then, she leans forward. Her hand nervously lands on the nape of Miorine's neck, and the other clenches into a white-knuckled fist beside her. It's awkward - their noses bump, and the kiss lands more on the corner of her mouth. She counts the seconds: she makes sure that it lasts a beat or two longer than Miorine's had. This time, she closes her eyes.
When she pulls back, she's smiling a little. Her eyes open slowly.]
It's okay.
[Her lips purse as she thinks over something, and she tries to sit up a little more. The smile returns: a little giddier now.]
[ Miorine fights her discomfort. As self-conscious as she is she tries to be positive in the way of pragmatism - Suletta's brain short-circuited often. Ultimately, she's already got her cue cards ready: that nothing needed to change, that Miorine did not take offense and that she was not small-minded enough to throw away friendship because of some wordless rejection. But then Suletta reaches for her.
She's not frozen, not stunned. She is simply patient. Miorine lets her body acquiesce to Suletta and when she kisses her she grows red again even though the alcohol has begun to drain from her system.
The kiss is sweet, maybe just a little sensual despite how Suletta misses her target; it's the way her mouth lingers and how she dares to place a hand on Miorine to guide her towards her. It's surprising for her to take the lead in any capacity but Miorine realizes belatedly it shouldn't after the slow build of all that's transpired tonight. Every bit of it was an ( admittedly successful) attempt at pushing forward, and at moving them forward. ]
Keep your eyes open until you get more comfortable, or else you'll slam into my nose.
[ It's rare to see Miorine bashful. Though the delicate pink tinging her skin is counteracted by the surly way she grumbles out her constructive criticism. Miorine stands with shakey feet, flinging off the one heel that'd managed to stay on during the fall.
She reaches down to grab Suletta's hands and help her stand. ]
It's not a big deal. That's what you do when you care about someone-
Mm! Okay! [It's a lesson she takes to heart, like most lessons she's given. She nods her head in enthusiastic acknowledgement, her expression so serious that it becomes, like most of Suletta's expressions, almost comical. Back on her feet, she stares down at their clasped hands. Her giddiness fades into something a little more subdued, a quieter kind of contentment. Miorine's face is flushed again, and though Suletta tries to catch her eye, she avoids her gaze. It occurs to her then that she's embarrassed, and the idea of Miorine being embarrassed over anything is so charming that she gently squeezes her hands in nonverbal comfort.]
Even so... it means a lot to me.
[She gently tugs on Miorine's hands to guide her back to bed.]
You should sleep now. You're tired, right?
[She's still draped in the duvet, and has to unwind herself from it to tuck Miorine in, the way her own mother used to do with her. This time, finally, the act comes without the self-consciousness her nudity in front of Miorine had caused her before. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her back, and with the way she's angled, it's hard to see much of her face, other than her chin and the curve of her neck.
She puts on her pajamas with her back turned, and once again wriggles under the blankets beside Miorine.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 04:24 am (UTC)It's brief, barely a few seconds of warmth and gentle pressure. A kiss that a child might give another on a playground. A kiss like the ones in the books she would read, which were set in the past and so came with a complex and orderly set of rules for courting. Suletta's breath catches and snags in her throat the moment before, a sound that could be mistaken for surprise. Her eyes stay open. Miorine's apology comes through like words underwater: garbled and indistinct. Suletta puts two fingers to her mouth in startled quiet. She blinks. The silence stretches beyond what might be comfortable, as she contends with the fact that things have changed for the two of them.
Warm. Miorine's mouth was so warm.
She props herself on one elbow, glancing off to the side as if troubled. What can be seen of her expression is pensive. Then, she leans forward. Her hand nervously lands on the nape of Miorine's neck, and the other clenches into a white-knuckled fist beside her. It's awkward - their noses bump, and the kiss lands more on the corner of her mouth. She counts the seconds: she makes sure that it lasts a beat or two longer than Miorine's had. This time, she closes her eyes.
When she pulls back, she's smiling a little. Her eyes open slowly.]
It's okay.
[Her lips purse as she thinks over something, and she tries to sit up a little more. The smile returns: a little giddier now.]
Thank you for teaching me how to dance.
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Date: 2023-06-06 05:03 pm (UTC)She's not frozen, not stunned. She is simply patient. Miorine lets her body acquiesce to Suletta and when she kisses her she grows red again even though the alcohol has begun to drain from her system.
The kiss is sweet, maybe just a little sensual despite how Suletta misses her target; it's the way her mouth lingers and how she dares to place a hand on Miorine to guide her towards her. It's surprising for her to take the lead in any capacity but Miorine realizes belatedly it shouldn't after the slow build of all that's transpired tonight. Every bit of it was an ( admittedly successful) attempt at pushing forward, and at moving them forward. ]
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Date: 2023-06-06 05:07 pm (UTC)[ It's rare to see Miorine bashful. Though the delicate pink tinging her skin is counteracted by the surly way she grumbles out her constructive criticism. Miorine stands with shakey feet, flinging off the one heel that'd managed to stay on during the fall.
She reaches down to grab Suletta's hands and help her stand. ]
It's not a big deal. That's what you do when you care about someone-
[ Her gaze drifts off to side. ]
- you help them do the things they care about.
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Date: 2023-06-06 08:32 pm (UTC)Even so... it means a lot to me.
[She gently tugs on Miorine's hands to guide her back to bed.]
You should sleep now. You're tired, right?
[She's still draped in the duvet, and has to unwind herself from it to tuck Miorine in, the way her own mother used to do with her. This time, finally, the act comes without the self-consciousness her nudity in front of Miorine had caused her before. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her back, and with the way she's angled, it's hard to see much of her face, other than her chin and the curve of her neck.
She puts on her pajamas with her back turned, and once again wriggles under the blankets beside Miorine.]