The clock must have struck midnight already, but the pandemonium, everything, outside of this one perfect little bubble containing the two of them was a distant, faintly annoying buzz. The mask obscured her peripheral vision, but even without that impediment, Penelope had eyes for no one, nothing else but he who was right in front of her.
Although now she had the vague sensation, if such a thing could be allowed next to the heady feeling of his mouth on hers, of hurt feelings. He could ask her such a thing? Did he really not know? Surely, when two people as made for one another as the two of them were placed on this earth, such questions seemed ludicrous. Such questions couldn't possibly exist!
"Yours," she managed to gasp, stroking a hand tenderly down the side of his face, her fingers brushing over the edge of the mask. Penelope stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him again, unable to bear being parted from his lips for long. "Unquestionably so."
She felt his hand curled in the wild tumbles of hair cascading from behind her mask and nuzzled into his palm. "As if you even have to ask."
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