#double-berri

Hina doesn't even pause in her cute little story as her hand casually comes to rest on Pecha's thigh.

She giggles at something she remembers finding funny, her free hand waving about and her smile bright; meanwhile, nimble fingers slowly slide their way upwards, pausing every few centimeters to give a gentle squeeze. Her hand stops its climb when she reaches the thickest part of Pecha's thigh.

Upward movement halted, Hina's fingers slooowly slide inward next, dipping towards the inner thigh. Her touch is still at least a good hand and a half's width away from being too intimate, but as she brushes her fingertips between Pecha's legs, she starts rubbing slow, shallow circles.

Send “teddy bear” for my muse to cuddle up to yours while asleep. Send “cuddle bug” for your muse to cuddle up to mine while asleep.

The credits fade out on the movie, sending the screen back to the streaming homepage. But Reina doesn't dare move to grab the remote.

Her face burns at the feel of the comforting, grounding weight pressed against her side, lying against her shoulder. Pecha is warm - pleasantly so - and the soft rise and fall of her steady breathing is almost...

...intimate.

Reina exhales a shaky breath and brings a hand up to her mouth to try and stifle it. She inhales through her fingers; her heart beats like she hasn't been breathing at all.

(She hopes Pecha can't hear it.)

Slowly, carefully, pausing every other centimeter, she shifts her arm out from under Pecha's head; using her free hand, she guides it back down, closer to her collarbone, and her arm follows after to wrap gingerly across the other woman's shoulders.

Pecha shifts in her sleep, groaning quietly in protest at the movement. She nuzzles further into Reina's neck, and Reina has to bite her lip to keep from gasping in surprise.

(When was the last time she'd been this close to anyone?

...Had she ever?)

The television screen fades into a message asking if she's still there, telling her to press a button or risk it going into sleep mode. She doesn't move.

Send me   ’ glass spirit ‘    and my muse will tell you about one thing    ( loss / event / etc. )    that would absolutely break them…

She chuckles, though the sound is humorless and oddly wet.

"Not being good enough," she says, keeping her eyes on the plant she's carefully watering. "It's why I ran for so long; I can't be a failure if I don't stick around long enough to disappoint anyone."

-double-berri

Rawst:

'Halloweentown' by Dark Divine

"It's fun and spooky, just like him!"

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Pecha:

'Fashion' by Lady Gaga