Crow closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to Penelope’s jawline. It was pitch dark in the closet, so there was no point in trying to see anything anyway. That, and he was quick to lose himself in her touch after being unable to even hold her hand for nearly a week. He trailed his hands over her back, shivering slightly with excitement at the feeling of being so close to her again. With all the busyness that had kept him distracted since he’d become a viceroy, he hadn’t realized just how much he had missed her touch. Now that he had it again, he wished they could stay like this forever, hidden and alone in their own world.

When the knight brought her hand to his cheek, he leaned into her palm and opened his eyes again. His vision had adjusted a bit to the darkness, so he could make out her vague silhouette standing in front of him. He smiled fondly and wasted no time in meeting her halfway as she moved in to kiss him. The feeling of her soft lips against his left him breathless, and he pulled her in as close to himself as he could. His hands moved slowly over her body, and he tangled his fingers in her hair, panting softly when she pulled back from the kiss.

“Mhm,” Crow murmured in agreement when Penelope said the storm was a blessing. He held her tightly, feeling her grow tense as another round of thunder sounded from outside. Even though he was glad that the storm had given them this opportunity, he still felt a little sorry for her, since she seemed a bit frightened by it. However, he didn’t dwell on it for long. As the knight began to kiss his neck, he closed his eyes again, letting out his breath in a quiet sigh.

“I’ve missed you too,” he whispered, turning his head to meet her lips once more. Leaning forward slightly, he pressed her back against the wall. His hands moved to her hips, and he shifted to kiss her a little lower along her neck and collar. His heart raced as he grew more zealous in his touches, and he sank into her a little more. However, just as he was about to kiss her again, he flinched as he bumped into what felt like a mop, the handle of which fell and hit him lightly on the head.

“Ow,” Crow winced. He pushed the pole aside and turned back to Penelope with a sheepish look. “This storm may be a blessing, but I wish we could have found a bigger place to hide.”