I realized something before I left to meet you today, [Sayo says, mercifully pulling away from Jessica's ear... although she doesn't let go of her hand, even as she sits down in the chair next to her. (There wasn't another chair there before. There is now.) The outside of the arbor now portrays a reflection of its interior, except instead of Sayo simply gently squeezing Jessica's hand as she is in "reality," she's kissing the back of her palm, lining small pecks up her arm, rolling back her sleeve, eventually finding her shoulder and reaching her hand around to-
The projection suddenly vanishes, the Sea of Fragments in its place once more, and judging by Sayo's sudden blush she did not intend for Jessica to see it. At least she does her best to maintain her composure.] Th- That pretending as if... we haven't known, we haven't kissed, that we both don't want this... acting as if our love is some dirty, unspoken secret that we're yearning for even as we've resolved to leave it in the past...
It feels worse, somehow, even with all my anxieties about, er. Cheating. It's making me more guilty, not less, and... I'm afraid that if we stay in this holding pattern, all small touches and almost-kisses, then I'll settle into a routine and we'll never move past it even though I want to so badly. I know myself well enough to know my own awful habits.
We've been taking it slow for weeks now. I think it's time to pick up the pace, or I'll never find the momentum I need.
[A pause, and a flirtatious laugh.]
And you are just unfairly adorable whenever you squeak like that~ How can I resist?
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The projection suddenly vanishes, the Sea of Fragments in its place once more, and judging by Sayo's sudden blush she did not intend for Jessica to see it. At least she does her best to maintain her composure.] Th- That pretending as if... we haven't known, we haven't kissed, that we both don't want this... acting as if our love is some dirty, unspoken secret that we're yearning for even as we've resolved to leave it in the past...
It feels worse, somehow, even with all my anxieties about, er. Cheating. It's making me more guilty, not less, and... I'm afraid that if we stay in this holding pattern, all small touches and almost-kisses, then I'll settle into a routine and we'll never move past it even though I want to so badly. I know myself well enough to know my own awful habits.
We've been taking it slow for weeks now. I think it's time to pick up the pace, or I'll never find the momentum I need.
[A pause, and a flirtatious laugh.]
And you are just unfairly adorable whenever you squeak like that~ How can I resist?