[They're opposites in other senses of the word too: Altalita was pale, a light Caucasian skintone of the type of person who eternally never, ever tans in the sunlight. She leans up into Midna's cool touch, her own body warm as the other leans down against hers.

Another sense of opposition? Altalita was still in her silk pants. But given how her arms were lazily looping around Midna's slender form to slide her warm hands along Midna's back? She wasn't in a big hurry to remove them. Not while they were kissing, at any rate. It's slow, sensual, and perhaps even (since we like this word tonight) decadently lazy. Savoring the kiss like a fine meal.]