Lavender's lips are against Parvati's.
Time should quit moving. Just for now. Just for this moment.
Lavender tastes like home. There are no traces on her tongue to remind Parvati of the four walls she's known since birth. But there it is. She is warm and familiar, and Parvati loves it.
Time should quit moving. Because Parvati knows that only a few fleeting moments with Lavender pressed against her can never be enough. She cannot memorize the song in Lavender's heart or every curve and angle of her body when the traitorous clocks are ticking away precious seconds.
Lavender whispers something into the kiss. Parvati cannot hear the muffled words, but she feels them in her soul. This is what life is all about. This is what it means to finally be whole, even when she never knew she was incomplete to start with.
Time should quit moving. Just for this moment. Just to grant them an endless bliss where nothing else matters, and it is only them.
Because time is slipping by, and Lavender will pull away as she always does with a mumbled apology, and they will have to go out into the world again, wearing the mask of just friends.
