Wedding Night
It’s hands first — arms wrapped around her neck, holding them close to each other as her arms go around her waist, those sure hands sprawled across her back, warm and comforting. Then it’s lips. And it’s thank-the-bulb-you’re-alive and stay stay stay. Caramelinda grabs the front of her dress and tugs her into the nearest empty room, kicking the door closed as she loops her hands in Lazuli’s glasses and tugs them away, kissing her deeper this time.
“You know, this is only half as fun if I can’t see you — “ She starts with a smile turning up her lips and Cara quiets her by cupping her face and occupying her mouth away from speech.
Lazuli’s hands tug her sleeves down ever so slightly before her hands travel from fabric to skin and smooth over the deep caramel expanse of her back and shoulders, her lips quickly following down the column of her neck.
“W-we should take this upstairs…” Caramelinda breathes, though her hands clutch her collar. It’s only then that Lazuli remembers that anyone else in the world could possibly exist.
"I like you in purple." Lazuli whispers into her wife's ear, which sends a shiver down her spine before she pulls her off through the halls, to their bed.