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Prompt: An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.
Pair: Cynthia x Steven Stone
Champion gatherings that included Elites from every region were such tedious events. Those that required everyone to be in formal attire were even worse. Cynthia knew that they were a necessary evil for the public, but it didn't lessen her distaste for the required dress code for the evening. Chairmen from every other region wanted to make this year's gathering all the more exciting!
A ballroom masquerade was the theme this year and the Sinnoh Champion was loathing this event every second she had to fight with her dress. It was a dark blue lace ballroom dress with black trim, complete with a tightly tied corset - to which she had to inquire her sister for assistance to even tie in the back. Her long blonde locks were braided into a single high ponytail with red ribbons laced between the braids. As for her mask, she had a casual black porcelain cover that would latch with ease around her ears with the thin black wire.
Thankfully, she didn't have to worry too much about her shoes. Her skirt was long enough that she could get away with a simple two-inch heel. Her dress was causing her enough grief for the evening. No need to worry about keeping her balance too.
Stepping outside, she was relieved that her chauffeur had arrived. She had arranged things the week before for Steven to carpool with her so she could have help with her dress. This garment had far too many layers for her to even keep track of. The driver opened a door for her, bowing his head to Cynthia as she slipped inside the car. She lifted the ends of her dress with a frustrated sigh. Further inside the car was Steven, who was on a call. He gave her a quick glance before wrapping up his conversation and tucked his Rotom phone into the breast pocket of his coat. He leans forward to gather the delicate material for her.
"There, that should be all of it."
His driver closes the door and Steven glances up when Cynthia turns to face him. For a brief moment, their lips touch, causing both parties to kiss for all of two seconds. He pulls back, now taking a few seconds to completely examine her outfit. She was, without a doubt, stunning.
"You look beautiful tonight, Cynthia," he whispered to her, taking her left hand into his right, "I hope you don't mind sharing a dance with me later. Everyone should see how lovely you look for this ridiculous event."
A soft chuckle could be heard from the dark dragon of Sinnoh, "Under one condition. Give me a real kiss."
He tilted his head ever so slightly, a grin to match her own, "I suppose I could."
Steven softly hooked her chin under two digits as he drew her into a loving kiss. Cynthia melted into him, squeezing his hand with her own. Their private moments like this were few and far between, especially with them living in different regions. This brief moment of bliss was worth all the obnoxious layers of her dress she wore.