Since about May, I've done various other drabbles for Simoun. All of the ones I have done so far were in answer to a challenge, whether for simoun_sibyllae as part of Summer of Simoun or for yuri_challenge as part of their lightning rounds. I've gathered together quite a bit since the summer began and I wanted to share them here as well. I didn't want to be like other authors and post each drabble separately. I find that to be ridiculous. Instead, all the Simoun drabbles I've ever done will be posted here, as well as any in the future. I figure I'll update about once a week or so with this so as not to run out too quickly.

We'll start this off with the very first drabble I did in May for yuri_challenge. The prompt was "at long last" and the limit was 300 words max.

Softness. Warmth. Her hands fumbled about, uncertain of what to do. She was uncertain of herself. She had no experience and had no idea what she should be doing. Her fingers brushed across Neviril's cheek and she shuddered. What was this? How could a person feel like this?

Neviril's hand guided her own, consoling her by touch. She closed her eyes, letting Neviril guide her. This was…kissing someone you liked. No, she had said she loved Neviril. It was kissing for love. This wasn't kissing for ceremony for the Simoun gem. This wasn't kissing to see if she liked Neviril. At last, she had understood Floe's words to some degree. Now, she explored feelings she had no words for, had never felt before.

Her knees shook. She felt as though the floor might give way and she'd fall through. Would she really mind if Neviril fell with her? As long as they were connected in this sense, she could fall or fly and it wouldn't matter. This was like flying, but without Simoun or Simile. She soared in her mind, but that didn't make much sense. Nothing seemed to.

Air. Shaking. The connection broke, and she shuddered at the thought. She wanted to try it again, but her knees felt so weak. What was wrong with her?

"Is something wrong, Aaeru?" questioned Neviril quietly. Blue eyes searched Aaeru's.

"My legs are shaking… why?" Aaeru sat on the bed.

A playful smile crossed Neviril's lips. "When you really care for the person you kiss… it affects you in ways you can't imagine."

"You've felt this way before?" She knew the answer, but she asked anyway.

"Yes."

"Is it a good thing?" Surely, something wasn't wrong with her…

"As long as you enjoy the feelings, yes."

"So… can I kiss you again?"