( Despite being the one to ask for it, Night Sky still exhaled a soft noise of surprise when Meryl beat her to the punch; her brain backfiring for a split second before she leaned in to return the kiss properly. Her grip on her tightened, just a touch, to keep their bodies pressed together.
At least this time there was no mistletoe nor some magic manipulating their emotions to doubt that Meryl was actually, genuinely into what was happening. )
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At least this time there was no mistletoe nor some magic manipulating their emotions to doubt that Meryl was actually, genuinely into what was happening. )