>Try not to sound too giddy.
>"Yeah."
>Before your imagination runs away with you entirely, you take the offensive, trying to take your counterpart off guard. You stretch your neck up and kiss her, hard, the sensation of your own lips pressing against yours. Distantly, you think to yourself, 'My first kiss, even. And it's with ME.' But that thought will register in your conscious mind later, as that part of your mind is very occupied at the moment. Hatatwin may have been a bit surprised by your preemptive attack, but she quickly regains the offensive. Before you even realize it your conterpart, or rather, partner, has doffed you of half of your attire, and liberates you from the other half after she lays you down on the soft satin sheets. The simple fact is, the other Hatate has more than a little more experience than you in this field, and it shows. In fact, she shows you all of it, proving that jounalism is, by far, not the only thing to which she-you apply a tremendous amount of passion.
>After all is said and done, you find yourself basking in the wake of the experience. The new experience. You wonder if it's always that good, if you'll be that good yourself one day. Of course you will, you already are, and you've just seen the proof of it. Sorting out the pronouns at the moment however is a bit beyond you. Between your exertions and the effects of the alcohol, you find yourself very sleepy. More content than you've ever been in your life, but very ready for a nap. Especially as your partner remains by your side, and is still very warm, and the thought of dozing off while having a bit of a post-coital snuggle is an oh-so pleasant one. You think you still had some work to do with someone else, but surely that can wait, right?
