I.
At night,
gloved hands intertwined
with just the moonlight to guide them,
and somehow this becomes just what they needed
II.
Somehow there's something about this,
too tempted to curl up,
to let the last mask fade away,
and the warm nuzzling, lips sizzling and touching
III.
As eyes drift closed,
exhaustion finally gathering together
and leaving them like this,
no masks could ever separate them again
IV.
There's a thrill to just being close,
even when you know the identity behind the one wearing the mask,
even as she holds you close,
a bit too tired to transform back, but content to press close and leave more than a fair share of kisses across his lips