"Sa... Saten-san... what's happened to you?"
Ruiko stood there, in front of Misaka, her lips trembling, blushing hard. Noticing that, Misaka actually felt herself blushing, as if all her blood was rushing to her cheeks.
Ruiko was still there, eyes closed, pushing gently against Misaka's hands that were holding her back. She could feel Misaka's breath on her lips, thought her expression hardly matched the audacity of her resolve. She was tense, afraid of being rejected, and suppressing the need to cry, just pacing their breaths with little moans: "U... uh..."
Misaka's wasn't putting up a resistance anymore. She was merely looking in amazement at the rich pink of Ruika's lips. A myriad of thoughts raced through her head. What was Ruika trying to do? How will I answer a proposition like this? Yet, she wasn't able to escape, and had settled for a dangerous standstill.
Then Ruika pushed a little bit further, and Misaka had to keep her from falling. Now the two girls' faces were even closer than before, and Misaka clearly felt Ruika's gentle warmth, noticing that Ruika wasn't opening her eyes, as if she were completely trusting Misaka.
When Misaka realized that, something clicked. Ruika deserved her admiration, and maybe even something more. She pushed her lips forward, slowly closing her eyes in turn...
Oekaki post (Time: 42 min, Painter: Shi Normal)