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Originally Posted by king kaleb!
she didnt know why, but the words were reassuring in a matter of seconds. small, simple words that held history. for the first time since they woke up, she smiled, mumbling a ¨thank god¨ under her breath. she liked moments like this. moments were it seemed everything paused around them. of course, she spent a lot of time with mie, she lived with her, but these were her favorite kind of moments. the intimate ones. the ones filled with gentle touches and soft words that only they were allowed to hear.
feeling the kiss pressed to her head and the hands cupping her cheeks she couldn't help by gaze for a moment, giving her undivided attention of the girl ahead of her. she looked sincere, her soft features in contrast to her rough exterior. she loved it all. they were..close. this wasn't unusual,they had always pushed past boundaries that people would consider too far for friends, so why did she feel herself hold her breath and her face grow warm? or how despite how close they were, want to lean closer? so she did, perhaps not in the way that she wanted. she leaned close, pressing a soft kiss to the side of mies face, on her cheek, letting her arms slink around the girls waist comfortably. it felt different then the kisses she gave before. they werent sloppy and casual, instead she pressed her lips so softly as if if she pressed to hard mie would break. there was a noticeable smile on her face,eyes fluttering to a comfortable close. she speaking she didnt even pull away, hot breath and lips pressed against her cheek as she talked,¨thank you.¨
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The way Miesha's heart picked up speed at the simple but affectionate actions was alarming to her. Somehow, the way Luna had kissed her was different. Less like their friendly, casual kisses on the forehead, cheek, or hands that they'd share when Miesha would come home, or she'd put Luna to bed. It felt... personal. It was so soft, gentle, that Miesha would have hardly noticed it if her burning face hadn't contrasted so harshly in temperature to Luna's lips. She didn't stop her smile from widening, but she chewed on her lip as if to be defiant to herself.
She let her arms drape around the small girl curled up against her body, lazily dragging her fingers through the messy black curls as she began to hum. It was a simple tune, something of a lullaby, notes that Miesha knew by heart. She let her chin rest on the top of Luna's head and shut her eyes, enjoying the warmth that Luna seemed to be sapping directly from her heart. Miesha was usually honest with herself, but she would never be honest with anyone about the way she felt for Luna. They'd met in grade school, grew up together and moved in together. They were close, closer than anyone would expect from a scary Russian lady and a tiny ball of fury that contrasted so much from one another, both inside and out. Miesha liked it that way, while she kept Luna grounded and out of trouble, Luna kept her from being walked on and being too nice, despite her occupation.