Summer: Davian and Ambriel
They were late to the dance and arrived at the end of spring, just as the palm trees were cropping up and the colors went into warm tones of summer. Davian had almost chickened out. He'd told Ambriel that this was a bad idea, that they should just go find an empty room in the castle while everyone was at the dance and have their own fun time without any spectators. That way their secret could keep being a secret and no one would be able to ruin it for them.
But like Jae said, no one could ruin it unless they let them. Davian had still taken some convincing, but when he saw Ambriel all dressed up, his heart did that now familiar flip-flop move in his chest and he'd stopped stalling, stopped whining, and stopped being afraid.
"Like this," he showed Ambriel, grabbing the angel's narrow hips and pulling them against his own, turning his head up to look at him with a grin as he made a grind to the music. "You try it."