Beneath the moonlight, Lyra's heartbeat traveled honestly through fabric and skin to reach Astrid. Her sky-blue eyes, which had been drizzling slightly moments ago, still held traces of moisture, resembling a piece of clear, fragile glass.
After several minutes, Astrid heard Lyra call her name.
"Astrid."
"Hmm?"
"I want to hold you a little longer."
"...Alright. Hold on."
Hearing Astrid's reply, Lyra softly sniffled, her hands sliding down from Astrid's waist to interlock their fingers atop the bench's surface.
"Then… for another ten minutes no, fifteen minutes…"
Although she had shared a bed with Astrid every night until now, when it came to someone she truly loved, who would ever feel such intimate contact was excessive?
Especially tonight this was the first time Lyra Beckett was embracing Astrid as her lover. Naturally, she wanted to hold hands properly, to hug tightly.
