<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y6uVzau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Misaki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kaede<br/><hr/><br/>Misaki never thought it was really that weird that she ended up getting flustered over every little thing — it was just how she was really, and how could it be weird if it were just things being how they usually were for as long as she could remember? At the same time, she had to admit that it probably wouldn't be that weird either if she were fine with that kind of thing. After all, plenty of other people were perfectly fine with... that sort of thing happening without being thrown for a loop.<br/><br/>The odd thing was that she was flustered by the tiniest thing<em>until</em>it seemed something actually happened. The idea of getting caught out under the mistletoe was... decidedly nerve-inducing, and she couldn't have looked Kaede in the eye even if she wanted to after she realised where they were. Certainly it was enough to completely lose any thought about uniforms she might have had, and she ended up spending most of the time while Kaede attended to other things blushing and stammering.<br/><br/>And it came to a crescendo as she came back, only to completely leave her once she was actually kissed. And then she felt fine. No matter that this was, what, the fourth kiss of her life? Sixth? Certainly she could count them all without running out of fingers.<br/><br/>Her eyes closed as she leaned into Kaede, one heel popping up as her arms gently encircled the older woman's waist. It was... nice. Kaede's lips tasted nice, pressed up against Misaki's, and felt nice, and... and was nice. Warm and soft and intimate, to say nothing of the equally soft breasts pressing up against her, and the– oh, that was right, Kaede wasn't<em>entirely</em>as much a woman as Misaki was, bringing back the blush full force even as she made no move to actually disentangle herself.