Amaya shudder-giggled as he tried to push her away. Awww... he's trying to help me. Cute... Amaya let go of his pants and went up to kiss him on the lips. Aren't I supposed to... Before she could finish the thought, her tongue, seemingly of its own volition, tried forcing its way into Malek's mouth as Amaya felt herself trying to push him against a desk, or maybe the wall, or maybe just straight to the floor. Anything works if he stops wiggling. It's harder when he's wiggling.
Then her backpack started vibrating again, and it caused Amaya to jump a little. Phone... vibrate... important... something....Yuki? her head was warm and swimming full of fuzzies, and shy was dizzy; for some reason balance was not an easy thing. Why can't... remember... what... Amaya remembered earlier she'd felt like crying. Everything was so strange and confusing. She couldn't remember why she'd tried so hard not to cry earlier. It seemed like a good idea now. So, she sat down on her legs, let her arms support her on the floor, and after a couple shakes, and a silent sniff or two, the tears began to flow like a river as she straight-up bawled.
Then her backpack started vibrating again, and it caused Amaya to jump a little. Phone... vibrate... important... something....Yuki? her head was warm and swimming full of fuzzies, and shy was dizzy; for some reason balance was not an easy thing. Why can't... remember... what... Amaya remembered earlier she'd felt like crying. Everything was so strange and confusing. She couldn't remember why she'd tried so hard not to cry earlier. It seemed like a good idea now. So, she sat down on her legs, let her arms support her on the floor, and after a couple shakes, and a silent sniff or two, the tears began to flow like a river as she straight-up bawled.