It's hard not to be aware of how close they are, when Haruka's forehead touches hers. Like this, Michiru can see how fine her features are, and she can smell her cologne; her hands feel warm against her cheek and her shoulder.

This is probably the part where— regardless of what they both might want— she should pull back, but she feels firmly rooted in place. Her eyes are locked onto Haruka's.

"I don't want you to let go." The words leave her mouth without her permission, but the look on her face doesn't waver. "Not right now."

If she says it like that, it isn't needy of her. They're just... indulging, maybe.