Varya and Basileus were giddy to attend the party with one another, finally able to publicly acknowledge what had been going on behind everyone's backs for far too long.
They held hands as they walked down the hallway and to the elevator.
When they were inside the elevator, Basileus pressed Varya up against one of the metal walls, causing her to shiver at the contact of cold metal against her bare upper back and shoulders. He had been trying to resist but he couldn't take it anymore.
He kissed her and his hands went to her hips.
She wanted to object but the moment their lips met, she melted into him. Her arms went around his neck and one of her hands crept its way up his neck into the bottom of his hair.
They were both finally relaxed after she had been so tightly wound all day, worrying about the party and everyone attending.
Varya pulled back and she giggled.