Fingertips
I don't hesitate to touch your hair
Each lock reminding me of raven feathers, but soft like ribbons
Soft like your fingers
Such soft fingers you have, Mio
And what pleasant things they can do beyond a bass's strings...
Your dark eyes settle on my amber ones
Your long eyelashes fluttering, almost flirtatiously at me
Are you teasing me, Mio?
Toying with me?
You can be quite dominate beyond your shy personality
You only show this side to me though, your best friend
Your lover
I'm the girl sitting beside you in bed, wearing only a flimsy t-shirt and nothing else
You're still undressed with only my bedsheets covering your waist and below
Those perfect breasts of yours are still out, pressed against my pillows
Brushing against your right arm
You reach your left one out to me and run your long fingers through my own hair
My bangs are still down yet you push them back and a smile widens over your lips
I smile back at you as you lean forward, pressing those lips against my forehead
"M-Mio-chan," I laugh, trying to contain my blush
"What?" You reply with a sly look, "You thought I was finished? That was only round one."