[The hand on her thigh is... suggestive, in a way that makes Haru's heart beat more quickly, but not unhappily. She's anxious in the true sense of the word, nervousness and eagerness warring for dominance over her mind.
This kiss that she leans into isn't as hungry or as deep as they'd shared in the gardens, when they'd both been firmly in the grasp of Iris.
But on the other hand, they were in public there. There was a limit to what they could have done. (Haru thinks, anyway.) Here, as has been pointed out, they're dreadfully alone. So a hand on her thigh feels just a little weightier.
Haru cups Yukari's cheek in her hands as she returns the kiss.]
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This kiss that she leans into isn't as hungry or as deep as they'd shared in the gardens, when they'd both been firmly in the grasp of Iris.
But on the other hand, they were in public there. There was a limit to what they could have done. (Haru thinks, anyway.) Here, as has been pointed out, they're dreadfully alone. So a hand on her thigh feels just a little weightier.
Haru cups Yukari's cheek in her hands as she returns the kiss.]