Her hand slips into his, as for a moment, it is just them and the moonlight above them, just Zen and Shirayuki, and no witnesses. Just two people happily in love, letting the moonlight almost direct their steps, as they move together like waves crashing along the shore, two sets of feet dancing in rhythm together.
Shirayuki isn't the best dancer, by her own admission, and yet even as she sways by Zen's side, she feels almost graceful, as they spin and twirl beneath the moonlight, as they let each beam of light direct the next step, as they let each other be the focal point of this moment.
Even so, their brief dance is ended with a dip from Zen, and Shirayuki meets blue eyes under the gentle moonlight, and for a moment, her breath is gone, underneath the urge to draw closer to the man that she'd already fallen so much in love with, and to let two lips share a dance, however brief.
It's under the moonlight's draw that they do lean closer, letting distance be a shock of a memory, rather than a steady gap between them. And as Zen's lips meet hers, there is a gentle jolt, a quick pulse that begins somewhere within her, maybe her toes or perhaps her heart or even still her lips. It starts all at once, so suddenly that Shirayuki has no words for it, no way to express it.
Just she leans up higher on her tiptoes, trying to let Zen know with just a kiss between them, how much she already loves him, as each brush of his lips against hers seems to beat with the same intensity as her heart in her chest. Zen's lips on hers are warm, gentle, and yet somewhat quick, as if each second were stolen, and he can't wait for the next one.
This dance of lips is smooth rather than rough, and when they do pull apart for air, it's like dancing through water. The moonlight illuminates two breathless people, a couple, staring into each other's eyes as if they are still dancing, still locking gazes, waiting for the next step to flow into the next.
It's within this held gaze, that a couple smiles back at each other. So happy they could laugh, though no sound slips through either set of kissed lips. Instead, Shirayuki and Zen, both, smile as if the moonlight, their guide, as finally given them one last illuminated moment to spend together. And this moment is stamped with a certain stillness, that even going back inside the castle probably wouldn't take away from them.