[ some small part of Isa's mind is putting up a low level constant rebellion—what about Kaito, wouldn't this hurt Kaito, won't this hurt Nightingale, should they really be doing this? It doesn't matter, yes it matters, everything matters, but you really, really, really, really want to kiss the girl, just kiss the girl—
she can't even begin to think straight anymore.
… until Nightingale's arm slides around her back. Isa stiffens, mind flashing back to shadows and can't move, even though she knows, knows that this isn't the same. Quickly, but gently, without breaking the kiss, she grabs Nightingale's hand and guides it around to settle on her waist instead. ]
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she can't even begin to think straight anymore.
… until Nightingale's arm slides around her back. Isa stiffens, mind flashing back to shadows and can't move, even though she knows, knows that this isn't the same. Quickly, but gently, without breaking the kiss, she grabs Nightingale's hand and guides it around to settle on her waist instead. ]