The touch is like the faintest brush of a flutterbeast's wings; it is insubstantial yet meaningful and sweet. You lean into it, eyes hanging partially closed as you nuzzle into his palm. He brings up his other hand and caresses your cheek back to your ear, his lips turning up a bit as it twitches at the contact.
You open your eyes and look up at him, daring to smile, though it is small. Nearly hidden. This isn't allowed- it's tabboo, unheard of- well, perhaps not, but for your caste it certainly is. You slide your fingers up his jaw, slipping them beneath the legs of his sunglasses and slowly lifting them onto the top of his head.
His eyes are beautiful- so much like your own, though his are natural, rubies and scarlettes, while yours are too vivid, too mutant. He whispers his love as he leans in, slowly pressing his forehead to yours. Your smile grows minutely and you move your arms to wrap around his neck.
There are a few seconds of calm silence as you stand there in each other's arm