I thought that we were just friends
But I want to see you, you, right
now.
Maybe, maybe
Maybe I like you
There isn't a single cloud in the sky
Maybe, maybe
Maybe I like you
I know that this is love
But I'm making excuses
Maybe.
All that Nezumi really seemed to
know, in that moment, was that
Centre had taken her roughly by the
shoulders and pushed her up
against the wall, long before she
had even had a chance to greet her
dryly as was her usual manner. She
supposed she was beginning to
become increasingly aware of the
fact that she had no idea what
emotions were stirring in the other
girl's eyes, too, but amongst
Nezumi's endless list of talents was
the ability to prioritise efficiently,
and, well, her physical well-being
was bound to take the cake in any
situation.
"Centre, what a–"
In a moment she couldn't even
begin to fathom the speed of,
Nezumi's words had fallen upon
Centre's lips, and in a moment of
what she felt was desperation,
Centre had gotten their mouths
moving together as though they
had been waiting since the
beginning of time to dance this
dance. There was a resounding
tension in the other girl, so Nezumi
moved to relieve her of it and
allowed her arms to snake their
way up her back as palms found her
jaws and thumbs found her cheeks.
The definition of closeness may
have had to be rewritten to suit
Nezumi's needs considering the
fact that, even as their legs began
to brush against one another, she
felt like there was some dreadful,
indeterminable distance between
them yet to be closed. Just when
she was about to get to the bottom
of this mystery, however, Centre
retreated.
Open-mouthed, breathing heavily
and steadily becoming pissed,
Nezumi licked her lips and
narrowed her eyes.
"What was that?"
A smile ghosted over Centre's lips
as she tried to catch her breath.
"I was just wondering, y'know."
Nezumi frowned.
"Y'know," Centre continued in
answer to her unasked question,
"just what would happen if maybe I
kissed you."
A moment of silence hung between
them, and then Nezumi took note of
their proximity, and how they still
clung to each other like lovers.
She wondered what would happen
if maybe they kissed again.
But I want to see you, you, right
now.
Maybe, maybe
Maybe I like you
There isn't a single cloud in the sky
Maybe, maybe
Maybe I like you
I know that this is love
But I'm making excuses
Maybe.
All that Nezumi really seemed to
know, in that moment, was that
Centre had taken her roughly by the
shoulders and pushed her up
against the wall, long before she
had even had a chance to greet her
dryly as was her usual manner. She
supposed she was beginning to
become increasingly aware of the
fact that she had no idea what
emotions were stirring in the other
girl's eyes, too, but amongst
Nezumi's endless list of talents was
the ability to prioritise efficiently,
and, well, her physical well-being
was bound to take the cake in any
situation.
"Centre, what a–"
In a moment she couldn't even
begin to fathom the speed of,
Nezumi's words had fallen upon
Centre's lips, and in a moment of
what she felt was desperation,
Centre had gotten their mouths
moving together as though they
had been waiting since the
beginning of time to dance this
dance. There was a resounding
tension in the other girl, so Nezumi
moved to relieve her of it and
allowed her arms to snake their
way up her back as palms found her
jaws and thumbs found her cheeks.
The definition of closeness may
have had to be rewritten to suit
Nezumi's needs considering the
fact that, even as their legs began
to brush against one another, she
felt like there was some dreadful,
indeterminable distance between
them yet to be closed. Just when
she was about to get to the bottom
of this mystery, however, Centre
retreated.
Open-mouthed, breathing heavily
and steadily becoming pissed,
Nezumi licked her lips and
narrowed her eyes.
"What was that?"
A smile ghosted over Centre's lips
as she tried to catch her breath.
"I was just wondering, y'know."
Nezumi frowned.
"Y'know," Centre continued in
answer to her unasked question,
"just what would happen if maybe I
kissed you."
A moment of silence hung between
them, and then Nezumi took note of
their proximity, and how they still
clung to each other like lovers.
She wondered what would happen
if maybe they kissed again.