This feels so wrong. So very wrong.
She is not supposed to press her lips against hers. She is not supposed to embrace her, wrap her arms around her neck and play with her hair, straddle on her lap, kiss each other senseless, roll each other's tongues, and... elicit a moan from her wet mouth.
...but it feels too good to be true, yet a dream come true to her.
But it still feels so wrong.
Well, who cares what the naysayers will react about this? As long as they're together, they aren't going to hold back. This is such a pleasurable sin they're committing, and none of them did not give any damn about anyone's opinion if they find out about this.
As long as Amu is here with her, Rima feels content under her best friend's–no, lover's—arms.
After all, to them, it is indeed a guilty pleasure.
(a/n: ... I don't even know why I wrote this. I threw in a random fempairing. I should go flip a table.)