Title: lollapalooza
Rating: T
Fandom: Neon Clash
Relationship: Liu Kroa/Sodyk Mun
Wordcount: 595
Short summary: Kroa is all dressed up for her lover’s event, to be kept at his side with a possessive hand.
An emerald green qipao etched with red peonies. Silver jewelry with ruby stones, along her neck and wrists. Pins that glitter weaved into her hair. Kroa is dressed up, as "required", for this lollapalooza, like an accessory, for the man of the hour. For the possessive hand on her waist will not let her go for one moment.
Not to sit down. Not to leave for some fresh air. Not even when her capos pay a visit, her capos that he invited as guests and come over for conversation. They can only exchange limited words, small compliments.
"Good evening, Boss. Hope all is well."
"Nice to see you, Boss!"
"You look as radiant as ever, Boss!"
"It's a bit overwhelming, but enjoyable. Hope you are enjoying yourself too."
"Thank you, everyone."
The hand around her waist tightens. She might as well be crushed up against her lover's side. It's far too intimate of a gesture for Kroa's liking in a place where anyone can witness, but she's also, unfortunately, used to this type of behavior from him. So she's not surprised what happens next.
"Kroa."
Still she turns to face that voice, half expecting he has something to say to her. He does, if one counts the act of capturing her mouth with his in a deep, passionate kiss as saying something. He likes to do this especially in front of her capos, probably because he still suspects that at least one of the four men are in love with her. Even if one of them was… She's shown him many times that her heart belongs to him and him only. For she would not let anyone else handle her like this. Her capos especially know this. She's not someone won over by fancy gestures, expensive objects, luxury treatment. If her lover wants to gift them to her as a sign of his affection, though, she will accept it. And if he wishes to embrace her, to kiss her, to keep her at his side…
"Mun," she moans softly, when he nibbles on her bottom lip before breaking the kiss. He has that look in his eyes, one that suggests he wishes to kiss her until her lips no longer have any of that red lipstick. "Not here…"
"Hmm?" Mun chuckles as he moves to kiss her nose, then her right cheek. "Had enough of the party?"
Well, in truth, Kroa has heard enough of the performances, both from the musicians invited to perform and from the political guests trying to wheedle something out of Mun. It was a nice idea, to make this whole spectacle to bring parties from two different countries together in a celebration of "friendship", but as someone often at Mun's side, none of this spectacle is new to her. And she still doesn't have the stamina for these types of events, even if most of the attention is on Mun and not on her. It's not as if years of humble and quiet living can suddenly be shaken out…
Mun kisses her ear next, before whispering, "We can go, as long as I can enjoy the dress for at least the first round." He laughs at the way she shivers at his words, her skin flushes in embarrassment and in anticipation. Words are stuck in her throat; she can only nod. It's good enough.
But how unfortunate for the dress, she thinks idly, as Mun expertly extracts them from the party and brings them to their private suite one floor below in this hotel, for part two of tonight's festivities…