Katchoo slid the hand covering Francine's around to the back of her neck, like she was holding on to the moment because it was earth-shaking and breathless every time but never seemed to last. Not that she was thinking about that part -- not when there was right now and Francine right here and oh my god she kissed me.

So her eyes drifted shut -- she knew Francine's face from years of memory going back to staring in through a bedroom window in the moonlight and trying not to trip over the sprinklers as she snuck away.