First-Five-Get-a-Kiss Meme / @alderess / 2/5 ! 

        “I think … Wait—-——-” 

       Clarice widens her eyes and immediately squeezes them shut.    Still blurred. But also focused… What ?   Everything around her manages to move, more than inanimate objects should… The sensation amuses her, but she knows it’ll make her dizzy soon. 

       The decision to go out drinking wasn’t entirely the fault of either of them. A floor-wide event happened to occur on this Friday night, and neither Clarice nor Leia had solid plans beforehand. They ended up dragging each other, really. 

       Or, that’s how they both rationalize the fact that they’re both buzzed and sitting on Leia’s bed.

       Clarice is the first to speak. 

       “Hey… Y’know what? Thanks.”

       “For what?”

       It’s a nervous habit, one she kicks when she’s sober: she brings her bottom lip between her teeth and looks down. Their fingers also seemed to have intertwined since they sat down. She’s not sure how, and she’s not about to ask why. ( It feels nice? )

       “Well, for dragging me out.”

       Her eyes move from their intertwined hands to Leia’s shimmering eyes. She can’t help but emit a giggle ( partly drunk, partly amused, ever curious ).

       Now they’re leaning in towards each other.   What the hell is going on?   Oh…   Her stomach decides to revolt against her, then, twisting and sending butterflies up to her chest. The sensation sends a chill down her arms and she’s sure Leia senses it, too. 

       “And…for being my friend. You know. The usual.”

       Now they’re both drunkenly holding back their grins, looking at each other’s lips—- moving from lips to eyes, lips to eyes, lips to eyes. There’s a force behind both of them. Clarice isn’t sure how it works, but her hand moves from their hand-holding to the side of Leia’s face. ( She wonders how it feels. It look so goddamn soft. ) And Leia does the same. They mirror each other, probably because neither of them know exactly what to do. 

       Well, Clarice has fumbled with some boys in high school, but it was all quick and awkward. 

       This is awkward, too, but in a different way.

       As she begins to think about the ways this night could end, or begin, she feels Leia moving a bit closer. She wants this, too. 

                                                       But what is-— 

       Their lips come together in a union of drunken curiosity, and this curiosity is lined with a sort of gentleness that Clarice has never before experienced.