"If it's a dream, I don't want to wake up," she murmured, her lips brushing around and over Asuka's, seconds before she was kissing her in public, lifting that little frame up and off of the ground. She'd always been tall, and Asuka'd always been trapped in that eternally young body. So lifting her up just seemed the natural thing.

Did she care if people were watching, if there'd been stories about some of the various travelers falling in love or wonders if they'd be reunited? No, not really. Right then, all she could be fucked to care about was the feeling of the warmth of Asuka's lips. She did slacken the grip so that she could breathe again, at least.