[Mikasa was more than willing. Giving a little wiggle and brushing against Rey as she got comfortable. A muffled whine eeking out as Rey's lips pressed into her own. Mikasa pressed back. Was it clumsy? Yes, but she was trying. Her fingers tangling into the fabric of Rey's tanktop as Mikasa's other hand came up to join the other at clutching.
She just kept clinging, her hands tugging and grasping. Nowhere near coordinated enough to actually remove the shirt though.
...Nor was she coordinated enough to position her legs. They'd just gotten tangled in her skirt. But at least she hadn't been able to wear her boots with those fuzzy puca feet. One of which, accidentally brushed Rey's leg.]
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She just kept clinging, her hands tugging and grasping. Nowhere near coordinated enough to actually remove the shirt though.
...Nor was she coordinated enough to position her legs. They'd just gotten tangled in her skirt. But at least she hadn't been able to wear her boots with those fuzzy puca feet. One of which, accidentally brushed Rey's leg.]