[Oh! This is... very, very nice, even nicer than Clara had anticipated. She doesn't even look around to see if her plan worked, because all at once her hands are seeking out the back of Sarah's head, tangling deep in her wet hair, and her eyes are closing tight and hard against the sudden spark in her stomach. It doesn't feel like it's through a haze anymore, not like when the clock first struck midnight and the room erupted into something dizzy and dreamlike. This doesn't feel dreamlike; it feels like adrenaline, like it's coming from her veins instead of clouding her head.
... Okay, maybe it's still clouding her head a bit. She can't tell, not when she's being distracted by a frankly sensational kiss. There's no need to pull back for breath, but she separates from Sarah just long enough to manage, ] Happy New Year.
[Someone bumps her a bit in their hasty beeline for the back door, but she barely notices. Her fingers tug at Sarah's hair, just barely, and she smiles as though she's thinking of a secret.]
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... Okay, maybe it's still clouding her head a bit. She can't tell, not when she's being distracted by a frankly sensational kiss. There's no need to pull back for breath, but she separates from Sarah just long enough to manage, ] Happy New Year.
[Someone bumps her a bit in their hasty beeline for the back door, but she barely notices. Her fingers tug at Sarah's hair, just barely, and she smiles as though she's thinking of a secret.]