Fingers slip and slide through red hair, getting tangled up within the red strands without a care in the world, and smaller hands curl gently against his waist, keeping her close by her own strength. And then, finally his lips ghost against hers, as if tentatively reaching towards a new horizon, and her grip tightens against his waist ever so slowly, as if she's trying to keep herself standing now instead of merely pulling her closer to him.
The night beams down on them, moonlit and all, as Shirayuki and Zen taste a moment together, far away from prying eyes and eager to gossip lips. Instead, they are together, letting moonlight shimmer down on them and finding warmth chasing each other down in this kiss. It's as if, for a moment, there is no noise that has often found them; it's in the quiet peacefulness that they lean together, letting one set of lips guide the other.
And when they pull away, it's blue meeting green; it almost feels like a first meeting all over again, breathless air puffs from their lips, and their eyes are still partially closed, even as they look at each other. Each gaze whispers of love that's hard to place, hard to speculate over, and Shirayuki's skin seems to tingle like a million fireworks lit off by just the warmth and the love written so plainly in Zen's gaze.
And as she looks up at him, breathless, but almost ready to once more close the gap between them, she sees the way that he looks just as awed as she is. She sees the warmth, the almost blush of his gaze, as if her eyes speak of love and warmth just as strongly as his do. Zen's stunned and feeling loved, just as stunned and loved as she feels.
So, she closes the gap, not for anything other than the warmth of another 'I love you,' one solidly placed against his lips, as if this kiss is them speaking in unison. It is just as soft as it tingles, just as strangely compassionate, as if she can pour her heart into his lips to leave him happy and giddy and so, so loved. As if he could do the same, until her head is spinning with so much mutual delight and love that she can barely breathe past this all.
And when they pull away, eyes meeting once more, it's still the same awe and the same surprise that meets them, as if they'll never grow perfectly used to the love that resonates in each other's faces, as they look up at each other.
The night air around them might as well be buzzing with silence, might as well be an after thought, even as the moon shines down on them softly, the perfect illumination to spot the love in each other's gaze, only enhanced by the affection that they share for each other.