Both of them too caught up in the movement to realize that the fight had instead become a dance as they leapt and grabbed at and pulled under and over. A strange dance, out of time, from another place entirely, pirouettes and side slides, alien to anyone who might’ve witnessed it, but they were quite alone in that hollow, there was no one to question or to wonder; there was only the two of them, in movement, Jun’s hand sneaking out from behind, squirming up Keema’s chest like a snake until it stopped just above the heart, and held its beat. Jun’s lips behind Keema’s neck, breathing; and they
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