Haruka's lips mourn the contact as soon as it's severed, but with her breath as shallow and quick as it is, she knows better than to reinitiate it so quite so quickly. She placates herself, for now, by kissing around Michiru's mouth: over her cheek, and the line of her jaw. The kisses are half-formed, open-mouthed and breathy -- but she can feel Michiru beneath her lips, and in this moment little else seems to matter.

"I said I won't let go, didn't I?"