[It was still hard for her to believe. Even though she knew how oblivious he was. How could her just turn on a dime like that? Perhaps it was that he wasn't stupid after all. They had been friends for so long, and so it really wasn't much of a leap.
She did her best to restrain herself at first. Not wanting to scare him off. Because, as far as she knew, this was his first kiss. And as far as he knew, this was hers. So in that light, it was entirely possible that he also had some romantic history that he was hiding. It still didn't seem that likely to her.
Despite the guilt and conflicted emotions that lingered after her own first kiss, she used that experience to do better this time. She kissed him back gently, pressing her chest flush against his.
She had been lonely. There was no hiding that. Her Messiah Umie was reliable and a very good friend. But her own circumstances left Kiraki in the position of protector and caretaker. While Umie had expressed to her many times how she wanted to help Kiraki in exchange, Kiraki couldn’t bring herself to unload her own problems on such a deeply troubled and arguably much more lonely person than herself.
She knew Mamoru well, and so was almost certain that this was how things were with Kaito at this time. She wondered if his mental state had improved. He was still deep in hallucinations and isolation when she was forced to leave them. The only traces of him she had found were his attempts to crack the Section 5 mainframe networks.]
Mamoru...
[she whispered against his lips. There was so much more she wanted to say to him, but there would be plenty of time for talking later. She kissed him again, and moved her shoulders to be level with his. Her hips drag against his and she felt more and more heat ignite between them. This was completely new and different. This was foreign and unknown, but she didn't mind. Because it was Mamoru, and they were in this strange and desperate place together.]
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She did her best to restrain herself at first. Not wanting to scare him off. Because, as far as she knew, this was his first kiss.
And as far as he knew, this was hers. So in that light, it was entirely possible that he also had some romantic history that he was hiding. It still didn't seem that likely to her.
Despite the guilt and conflicted emotions that lingered after her own first kiss, she used that experience to do better this time. She kissed him back gently, pressing her chest flush against his.
She had been lonely. There was no hiding that. Her Messiah Umie was reliable and a very good friend. But her own circumstances left Kiraki in the position of protector and caretaker. While Umie had expressed to her many times how she wanted to help Kiraki in exchange, Kiraki couldn’t bring herself to unload her own problems on such a deeply troubled and arguably much more lonely person than herself.
She knew Mamoru well, and so was almost certain that this was how things were with Kaito at this time. She wondered if his mental state had improved. He was still deep in hallucinations and isolation when she was forced to leave them. The only traces of him she had found were his attempts to crack the Section 5 mainframe networks.]
Mamoru...
[she whispered against his lips. There was so much more she wanted to say to him, but there would be plenty of time for talking later. She kissed him again, and moved her shoulders to be level with his. Her hips drag against his and she felt more and more heat ignite between them. This was completely new and different. This was foreign and unknown, but she didn't mind. Because it was Mamoru, and they were in this strange and desperate place together.]