Alaric
The kiss was slow at first, as if he was being careful with the makeup, and then all of that care went out of it at once. I grabbed the edge of his armor and pulled him closer, and the cold metal pressed through the thin silk against my chest, and I forgot about the carpet and the cameras and Leo and the race we just finished and every single thing in the world that was not his mouth.
Then somebody gasped.
It was loud and sharp, the kind of gasp a person makes when they have accidentally walked into the wrong bathroom, and it came from the direction of the door.
Nico pulled away from me instantly, and his head snapped around.
"Who is there?"
There was a scramble of footsteps, then a heavy thud, and then a long, pained groan.
"Aaagh."
Nico and I looked at each other. Then we walked toward the sound together.
