It mustn't become a habit, Rin thinks to herself, so when Doa rolls over to her futon the second night, Rin resolutely pushes
It mustn't become a habit, Rin thinks to herself, so when Doa rolls over to her futon the second night, Rin resolutely pushes her away.
She is back two seconds later, eyes shining with clingy determination as fierce and persistent as a wasp. The struggle is short and in vain.
It mustn't become a habit, Rin thinks to herself and falls asleep with tiny hands fisted in her hair.
Doa's lips taste salty of tears and need and fear when they seek out Rin's mouth in the middle of the night, waking her. They are surprisingly soft for being this firm, this decided. Doa kisses with her eyes closed and her tongue fierce, as if expecting defences to
break down.
It mustn't become a habit, Rin thinks to herself and opens her own lips a little more.