Each brush of Haruka's lips borders on being ticklish, and the bridge of Michiru's nose crinkles with it. She doesn't pull back, though; being kissed like this, when the both of them are still breathless, is better than she could've thought.

"You did."

She angles her head to press a kiss to the corner of Haruka's mouth, and then to the gentle curve of her cheek. A part of her wants to bow her head, to bury it against the side of Haruka's neck, but she draws back to look at her, instead.

"I wonder how long you'll hold on for, then."

For the rest of the night? Or is this marking a shift in their partnership? It's hard to to tell, and even harder to ask outright.