They had done this dance before. Kiku swore to herself that one day that she would be strong. That she wouldn’t give in to the hot touches and coy smiles that Moonflower sent her way. She wore it again and again yet when the moment came she was weak. All it would take was that knowing curve of a smile tugging at the corner of her lover’s lips and she was lost in it all again.

“You’re going to get us caught,” she hissed under her breath even as she let Moonflower guide her through the crowd and behind the curtained seating in the back of the ballroom. 

Moonflower hummed to herself, a noise that rumbled deep in her throat, and she smiled so patiently at Kiku. She knew this was her way of putting up a fight, to make it seem as if she had tried to resist. They both knew that in the end Moonflower always got her way. “Relax, it will be fine. No one can see us from over here.”

“But it’s right next to the buffet!”