[For a moment Iris just stands, holding that touch and the infinity of unseen colours behind it. Then something of her own unleashed joy sparks an impulse off the smile in Barbara's eyes and she's leaning down, because everything about Barbara makes her want to draw closer and she has thought about kissing her - it can't, realistically, have been that often in the short time they've known each other, but it feels like it.
Iris is not one to ignore her impulses, though she'll pull back at once if she perceives anything of do not want.]
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Iris is not one to ignore her impulses, though she'll pull back at once if she perceives anything of do not want.]