Sleep on My Lap, Please [Lyra][Loan][/tlvg/]

>Lyra smiled down at Loan, stroking her hair.
>The shut-in had fallen over in a sleepy stupor after some 30 hours awake.
>It has surprised Lyra, yes, but she was not going to complain.
>It was nice to enjoy this moment. They used to be best friends, now they were like... strangers.
>The thought hurt her just a bit as she grimaced, her fingers brushing a stray hair from Loan’s face.
>”I don’t hate you.” Lyra says quietly
>Lyra remembered when Loan would talk about her Japanese cartoons and the cool boys in them; a swordsman with a giant sword, a boy who mustn’t run away, on and on.
>Lyra didn’t see the appeal. She always thought Loan was really cool; her enthusiasm, her intelligence, her effectionate demeanor.
>But... that wasn’t a good thing to feel. It was wrong. Father David had said so. Girls shouldn’t feel that way about girls, especially not cousins.
>Lyra frowned, her finger still brushing Loan’s soft skin, even though there was no more stray hairs. No dirt. Just soft, pink skin.
>Lyra saw the way that Loan would look at Lemy sometimes; that lecherous, remorseful look.
>She hated that look, it was disgusting, improper, immoral. And she wanted it to herself. The jealousy would burn in her chest, threatening to consume her.
>”I can do dirty things too.” Lyra mutters.
>She leans down gently, she doesn’t want to wake her now. Especially not now.
>She ends the kiss as quickly as it begins.
>”mmm, Lemy...” Loan moans lightly.
>Lyra seethes, the jealously rising to her eyes.
>She felt stupid and angry. These feelings were bubbling up in her, rather than aching in her chest and staying hidden.
>Just then, Loan groans and turns, revealing a swath of milky flesh under the hem of her sweatshirt.
>”You’re gonna catch a cold like that,” What was the way she said it? “Onee-san?” Lyra bit her tongue as her hand snakes down and touches lightly
>”You better wake up, Loan. Or I’m going to do something dangerous.”