[Diana lies back on the pillows, and when Akko pulls back, her cheeks are pink, her breathing harder. Her head is swimming, and normally that would bother her; not being able to think is just so against who she is.
It doesn't bother her. Not right now, anyway.] Akko...
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It doesn't bother her. Not right now, anyway.] Akko...
...can we do that again?