"Oh?" she asked, her voice just barely above a whisper as she took a bold step forward. She knew not what compelled her, whether this courage was an effect of the alcohol, pent up sexual frustration, or what else it might be.
But Pansy's own heart was racing, thudding quickly and loudly -- so loud, she was sure it could be heard echoing through the room, as absurd as she knew that was. "Daphne." The name was so sweet on her lips, and she could no longer hold herself back from wondering what the lips of the girl in front of her might feel like against her own.
In one swift motion, one moment of absurdity, she closed the gap between them, her glossed lips pressing to her friend's.