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Life was full of joyous little moments.
The trick, of course, was that you had to be aware of them. If you were too busy, they would slip past without you ever noticing. It was a lesson that Nath had learned late, but learned very well indeed.
It was a sweltering summer day, and after an exhausting bout of play-fighting in the sky, one of those moments were unfolding. More specifically, it was the moment where Sora decided that as of now, shirts were strictly optional.
For a moment, Nath almost felt like she should avert her eyes. But, she reminded herself, Sham and Sora were her girlfriends, and there was nothing wrong with enjoying the sight of her girlfriend slowly peeling her top off. She still felt a tiny bit guilty about it, but the guilty pleasures were the deepest.
“Wooooo!” Sham hollered, bounding over to enjoy the festivities. As usual, she’d been refereeing the match between Nath and Sora, while helping herself to cold drinks from their picnic hamper. Sparring matches often turned into picnics halfway through, and then the picnics became sleepovers, and then sleepovers became drowsy mornings with four or five false starts as one of them tried to get up and was summarily dragged back into bed by the other two.
“Sham, don’t,” Sora frowned as the inevitable hug was initiated. “I’m sticky.”
“And I’m stuck! Uhihihi.”
“I think you’re braver than you are sticky,” Nath added dryly. “You didn’t even look to see if anybody was coming by.”
There hadn’t been, of course. They’d picked a grassy meadow in the middle of nowhere, where the country paths had been eroded with time. Not that it would have mattered much; Sora had been wearing a bra underneath her top anyway. But it was the principle of the thing.
“It’s okay. There aren’t any witnesses,” Sora confirmed.
“Aren’t there? Me and Sham count as witnesses too, you know.”
“I’ve got ways of keeping you quiet,” Sora declared, in a tone of voice lifted straight from the haunted house in an amusement park. There was more than a hint of ‘wooo-OOOO-oooo!’ to it. A few seconds passed. “That was a joke and a flirt. I’ve been practising them.”
Why she’d been practising such a specialised skill, Nath didn’t know. So they’d want to laugh and kiss her at the same time? In that case, she might as well just have stuck with the jokes; the ‘kiss Sora’ subroutine in Nath’s brain was running at all times, ready to be initiated as soon as any higher priority tasks were complete. (The ‘kiss Sham’ subroutine also existed, but sadly, Nath did not have two mouths.)
With the one mouth she did have, she smiled. It had been a good day, and she was exhausted but happy, which nowadays seemed to come hand in hand.
In another joyous moment, Sora soon decided that Sham’s shirt was also optional. The witnesses weren’t quite silent – but they didn’t exactly complain very much.