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Tell me about it. [It is getting smaller, isn't it? Is she leaning in or is he? Or is it both of them? In any case her eyes are slipping closed again, but definitely not so she can fall asleep.
It happens so slowly with so much opportunity to pull away and yet finally she feels the touch of his lips against hers. It's nothing like when they were in the mistletoe bot's forcefield. She's slow and gentle as her lips brush across his. There are so many thoughts she could be having right now about whether or not this is the right thing or the best timing or if she's going to scare away one of her closest friends in the prison, but her mind is surprisingly quiet. She's just in the moment.]