One person tracing the other's lips with a fingertip until they can't resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.
If there was something that Anemone didn't like about the YoRHas, it was those damn visors, googles, blindfolds, whatever one wanted to call them.
Those damn cloths that hid their eyes.
All but Number 4 had a visible one, and she was forced to read emotions from the tone of voice, or their lips.
The only thing that was visible of their face.
And right about now, with the Scanner so close as she sat quietly next to her in a corner, as she mused over something on the screens before her.
But there was not much else she could see of her.
The woman was a mystery, just like the others, but for some reason Anemone felt drawn from her way more than her companions.
It might have been the quiet attitude.
It might have been her tendency to close herself off and distance herself.
It might have been that those lips were so damn hypnotic whenever she spoke.
It might have been that she desired to feel them.
And not just with her fingers.
Because as she reached out towards her, the Scanner didn't seem to question what she wanted to do, she simply let her.
Her smile was as sweet as honey, as Anemone delicately pressed her fingertips against those lips she could say she might have dreamed about, and not while sleeping.
They were so full, soft and pink…
Just like she imagined that they would be.
She wondered if just…
Tilting the redhead's chin just a little towards her, she pressed a quick kiss on them.
Anemone watched as not only Number 21's hair were red now, as her hand rose to touch her own lips.
How cute.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist." thankfully they were alone.
Her friends would have teased the hell out of her for giving in to her desires.
And somehow Anemone didn't mind all too much.
Perhaps one day Number 21 would let her see her eyes too.