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[ oh. there are fingers in her hair, running through the places where her ears used to peek through. it's... a lot. a shiver runs down stelle's spine, and she makes a quiet sound in the back of her throat. it's okay, right? firefly is interested too, right? that's what all this means? ]

I'm glad, too. Really glad.

[ it's mumbled out, half-breathless and low; goosebumps still run up and down her shoulders. and then stelle leans in, tilts her chin just a bit down-

-and just like that, her lips are on firefly's. ]