She has completely lost track of what was going on, and that's okay, because Greta is really lovely and looking at her. Iman can't keep from breaking into a grin. This is all very sudden, but for some reason she doesn't feel rushed at all. For some reason she feels like she's been waiting for this for a long time.
"Yeah," she agrees to - whatever the 'yes' was for. The grin softens into a shy little smile and she lowers her hands briefly, to set Greta's at her waist, before lifting them up again, the organic one cupping around the back of her neck and the mechanical one resting very gently on Greta's shoulder.
"This," she says, "I don't recommend in an professional capacity."
She leans in rest of the way and kisses her, soft and tentative and brief; when she parts she doesn't quite pull away, eyes opening to look back at Greta's.
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"Yeah," she agrees to - whatever the 'yes' was for. The grin softens into a shy little smile and she lowers her hands briefly, to set Greta's at her waist, before lifting them up again, the organic one cupping around the back of her neck and the mechanical one resting very gently on Greta's shoulder.
"This," she says, "I don't recommend in an professional capacity."
She leans in rest of the way and kisses her, soft and tentative and brief; when she parts she doesn't quite pull away, eyes opening to look back at Greta's.