Namine, Xion decided, was wonderfully soft.

It was almost the end of the school year and the senioritis was heavy, so it was no surprise that a golden afternoon invited laziness even in the face of final exams. Which was why Namine's final project for her painting class was sitting neatly on its easel, still incomplete, while Xion's Biology notes were spread haphazardly over her desk, both abandoned in favour of a sleepy cuddle on the bed, heads close enough to share a pillow.

Xion let her fingers trail from Namine's arm and up her shoulder, until her hand was cupping her soft face and running through soft, soft strands of hair that were normally pale, but glowed brilliantly at this angle of sunlight. Namine leaned into the touch with a satisfied sigh.

Xion then let her hand leave Namine's cheek and settle on her soft waist. She ran her hand up and down her side, to which Namine let out a giggle.

"You're so ticklish." Xion laughed.

"Hmm, maybe you are too." Namine shifted a little to unwind her arms from around Xion, her palms pressing flat and tracing the curve from thighs to waist, over the swell of her breasts, and stopping just past the collarbone. Xion didn't react except to let her eyes fall shut contentedly. There was a light smile on her face. "Haha, I guess not."

"I'm going to sleep..." Xion mumbled. Namine pressed a kiss to her forehead as Xion pulled her closer. They dozed off, dreaming at the prospect of spending the summer together.