A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what's going on around them.
It was sudden, when Dahlia approached her, bluntly yet gently placing her lips on hers, placing her hands around her waist as she did.
"I just wanted to say good luck for the final fight." she said before Number 16 could ask anything.
The Gunner let her pull her closer and in for another kiss.
As she did, she could very well feel Dahlia's hands wandering lower on her hips.
And then lower on her thighs.
Absent-mindedly threading with the hem of her skirt, as if she didn't realize that she was doing so.
And it wasn't a good idea.
Well… not here…
They were still in mixed company.
"The others are still near." she whined when they parted, an evident blush on her cheeks, but Dahlia's hands only rode higher…
Now they were actually under her skirt.
"Who cares?" Dahlia whispered against her lips, her hands squeezing lightly. "Let them watch if they wanna, they will see that you're only mine."
With that, she captured the Gunner's lips another time.
After all, this might as well be the last time…