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The hand on her shoulder made Sam jump and nearly scream before she recognized Michelle in front of her. Swallowing the partial scream she turned, removing one of her ear buds, and found herself looking up into Michelle’s gaze.
“Sorry to scare you,” Michelle smiled, “I just… didn’t want to regret not saying something,” she said, reaching up to tuck one of Sam’s stray curls behind her ear as she continued, “just in case it was another year before I saw you again.” Sam’s eyes widened in recognition. *She remembers me! And she… likes me?* She stood there a moment, melting into the unexpected warmth of Michelle’s gaze, her breath growing quicker as time both dilated and contracted. Her heart felt as though it was leaping out of her ribcage as her eyes registered every subtle detail of Michelle’s, the shade of doubt melting off into a smile and ever-so-subtle dilation of her pupils in the shadows of the empty stacks all around them. *She likes me. Fuck. Yes.*
Michelle let her hand rest a moment on Sam’s exposed neck before slowly removing the mask loop. Sam licked her lips nervously and quickly moved to lower Michelle’s likewise. Their bodies drew closer as Michelle’s hand slowly caressed down Sam’s neck, gently tracing over her exposed collarbone and down her chest, stopping to cup one of Sam’s tiny breasts through her button up. Sam moaned, and within half a second they fell on each other, ravenously kissing not with the awkward fumbling of strangers, as they in so many ways still were, but with the surety, complimentary timing, and appreciative passion of long-parted lovers finding themselves still in sync after many lifetimes of estrangement.
They made out like this furiously, pressed into a shelf starting with GN491.xxx, oblivious of all but the sensations of their interlocking lips and tongues and hands and torsos. Eventually both pulled back to quickly catch their breath, looked at each other, and began laughing before hugging each other tightly. “I forgot we are in the library,” Sam whispered. “Same,” Michelle giggled, “but I have always wanted to do this here – well, maybe not staring at *Totemism and Exogamy*.” “Now, *Fragments of an Anarchist Anthropology*, on the other hand, has always gotten me wet,” Sam said, pointing to the title just next to Michelle’s left hip. Michelle laughed with Sam, admiring her good taste, literal and intellectual. As neither moved to break their embrace their lips quickly re-found each other. Finally, Michelle pulled back slightly, commanding: “follow me.” Sam grabbed Michelle’s hand and obeyed.
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