"It's fine, you're nervous," Fionna said, who has still been pretty flushed the whole time. "I kinda am too. I mean, I don't let my lady stuff out for anyone to see...except Kanako always seemed to almost see them. It was weird."

She shrugged though, and took in the look of her girlfriend. She had never had a thought about what made girl's pretty, but right now, she defintely saw that in Amamiya. What she didn't have with breasts didn't matter: she still had those warm eyes, that lithe but delicate frame, and long hair that made her smile stupidly. She moved closer, and put a hand on her shoulder, letting it droop to the girl's breasts, but being gentle, almost feathery to the touch.