Author's Note

Content: FxF, cuddling and smooching, and building of the set! The horror! ...I never said they'd all be risqué. But this one is risky for the context of the series. Good sex and romance takes world building, stakes, and foreplay! You want hardcore pounding, put it in a PM or a comment.

Luna x Muffins: Secret Tryst-cuit.

There is only one proper way to wave. That is to say every one of the million places, circumstances, and obligations has only one specific way to wave right for it. To even ask what the right way is when you already agreed to take part in the matter is frankly audacious. The utter gall would have you tossed out of high-society in an instant; you would be barred from your local little league games, and they'd be in the right to do it.

"What's the right wave"? The cheek...

However, in all fairness, even most high-society members couldn't tell you the right wave if you pressed them on it. Honestly, they only mimic whatever the princesses do when they wave to their adoring public. If the highest royalty in the land is doing it, then it must be the right way. Though it is sometimes strange that both princesses are at times doing vastly different waves or gestures. But surely that's just part of the whole ceremony of it, and their feeble minds simply cannot comprehend the level of high-class aristocracy the princesses possess.

Or—as friends and close confidantes of the royal pair would gladly attest—Celestia took mirthful pleasure in seeing people mimic a gesture insulting in other countries, and Luna was amused by 'lemmings' mirroring movements bereft of meaning. But that was a closely kept secret. For who would marvel at grand aristocracy if they knew those at the top found the whole affair dull?

Perhaps the same kind of person who would happily share a secret with one of those members of 'grand aristocracy'.

The 'waving excuse' was always an excellent card to play. Nobody understood a single thing about what it takes for proper practice, so when Luna would say something along the lines of "the cuff of my wrist grows tired, I must soak it before progressing", her entourage would just take it at face value and hold the proceedings until she returned from soaking her wrist. Even if that meant stopping an entire parade ensemble and cause the city's main road to shut down for longer than projected. One cannot simply continue a parade without its figurehead. This isn't Mount Aris; Equestria had standards!

While putting the town in a temporary deadlock wasn't exactly something Luna took enjoyment in, there was a certain level of catharsis in turning the nodding mob's adoration of her and Celestia's mere existence against them. Not everyone within the city was so enamored by them that they'd wait in the streets for her to return, and those people—ironically—had the princess' utmost respect. Good, free thinking people...

As well as a few choice special cases. One such case was the reason for Luna's whole excuse mid-promenade; spotting that familiar face among the throng of cheering attendees. Their eyes had only briefly met in passing as her parade float shuttled by, but the princess all but demanded one of her attendants that she had need of 'waving maintenance'. The excuse historically could only buy her a few short minutes before a guard would be dispatched to see if she needed help in the bathroom. Then likely a few more if they sent a guard who was too bashful to go into a lady's restroom uninvited.

The quality and requirements to be a guard had greatly diminished over the years. For better and worse. For this purpose, better. Much better. A proper guard would have followed Luna as she slipped into the alleyways to make sure she made it to the restroom. A well-trained servant would notice something was amiss as the princess turned her dress inside out to reveal a reversable secondary design, as well as when she plucked her crown off her head to leave it on top of a trashcan lid. But both Celestia and Luna took painstaking aims to make sure the guards and attendants they had weren't by-the-book well-trained.

Luna preferred her entourage to be good, honest men of upstanding character who would take her word at face value. All the easier to pull one over on them, but still trust in their commitment when the time came for it. Celestia fancied her attendants to be far more of a particular set of skills. Neither one questioned the other on their tastes; it would be unladylike.

The Princess of the Night adjusted herself as she made haste through the backways of the city, ruffling her hair and tousling her 'disguise' just a bit more to give it a few more wrinkles. Twilight was rather understanding and respectfully discreet when she took the request for these reversable dresses to her designer companion. The results spoke for themselves as well. At least in passing, the princess looked like a pauper; from regal midnight hue silks to simple brown cloth. A mystical marvel of craftsmanship the princess would call magic if the seamstress didn't balk at the implication her talent needed magic. It didn't do much for the shimmer in her natural hair, but that hardly mattered when she didn't adopt this disguise for very long.

She checked herself in a passing window's muddled reflection. It was well enough for the limited time she had to do all this. Luna was getting better, more efficient at the whole process, that much was clear. And she certainly had reason enough to perfect the routine: the less time she spent between escaping her current obligations and meeting her companion, the more time they'd have for enjoying one another's company.

What would they do today? It made her practically skip the rest of the way just thinking about it. There was only one place the woman she was looking for would go in this city, and it was not too far off from where the parade was held up. A few narrow turns through the city side-ways brought the princess just outside the desired destination: the local post office.

As expected, not a soul was near the entrance, and peeking through the window revealed the office was utterly vacant aside from one clerk. A wide smile unfamiliar to her attendants sprung to the princess' face. A small bell hung over the office door used to bring a little color to the otherwise humdrum of mail service was nearly sent flying off with the abrupt swing of the door. The clerk woke to attention with wild eyes, flailing her arms defensively in preparation for those nasty mail-thieves her manager warned her about. But, when she saw the semi-tossed mane of shimmering night—a rare trait she only knew one person could possibly have—the clerk began to jump in place with glee.

"Loony!"

"Muffins!" The two cheered the other's name with joy unimaginable. As if it had been a millennium since they were given the joy of even saying it out loud. In an instant, the princess dashed across the small space of the office, throwing her arms wide in bated anticipation. In much the same way, the flaxen haired Muffins vaulted over the counter she was tucked behind, several papers scattering elsewhere and anywhere—it really didn't matter in this moment, Postman's Oath be damned—as she tossed herself open to accept the bounding aristocrat.

Princess Luna was a scant less—or much less—developed than her sister in a few fields she would rather have her teeth pulled over than admit. Smaller, less fit, not as filled out; you would be forgiven for thinking Celestia was physically stronger than her smaller sister. But the way she so easily scooped the postwoman up at her hips—a woman who was a hair taller than the princess herself—and twirl her around, Luna could find the strength for something so important. The two spun in the solitude of the store, safe from prying eyes or curious onlookers. Their hair cascaded around them in streams, of night mingling with fields of fresh wheat; their mirthful laughs at the contact filling the quiet.

While the princess could revel in spinning her companion for hours on end—a request Muffins had voiced on more than one occasion—, she gradually lowered the woman down to her feet, though she did not break contact. Never. Still laughing, they leaned into one another, resting their foreheads softly into the other. The touch was cool for them both, familiar and welcoming.

"How I have missed you so..." The princess was breathless from her feat of strength but her laugh never faded lower than a breathy chuckle as she spoke. She pecked a tender tap at the woman's nose, bringing a deep blush to spread against Muffins' cheeks.

"I saw you were busy, so I thought I'd just go back to—" Luna silenced such madness with a clasp of her lips over the foolish lips of her partner, nearly toppling them both forward in the process.

Brown eyes grew wide with the abruptness of the kiss, but slowly drooped as she melted into it. Her hands tenderly tapped at the princess' hips and 'tummy', still never entirely sure what to do with them when she was flustered. But Luna enjoyed the pawing swipes, she always did. Their lips hummed together, small, kneading flexes from the princess melting away more of Muffins' nerves each time. When the princess did mercifully take herself away, she was nearly brought to another embarrassed fit of laughter when she saw that she had pushed Muffins almost entirely up onto her counter again.

"I shan't ever be too entrapped as to not have time for you, my paramour..." Delicate fingers swam through the flaxen field of her lover's hair, curling into them to brush at her cheek.

"You say the sweetest things, Loony," she didn't understand a word of it, but she'd always go a little weak and giggle when she heard 'my-anything' from the princess. It was nice knowing someone wanted to keep her in some way. Her features drifted to meet Luna's fingers, letting a mewl of a sigh leave her lips as she simply existed in the moment. "Hmm... Do you gotta leave again soon?"

The meetings they had were always pressed for time one way or another, and Luna despised it. To have her every moment put to a stopwatch, to have her all her meetings overseen. What scant moments she could steal away were an oasis like none other, but they would always reveal themselves a mirage and fade away in time. This time, it was the ticking clock of holding up the foot traffic in the city with the parade. Eventually—sooner rather than later—she'd need to return anon. On the other hand...

Her hand caressed the soft contours of the postwoman's cheek and chin, making her flinch at the slight tickle but more than happily rolled into it like a charmed kitten. "Mayhaps I can steal a few more minutes more... As I steal your lips in the process."

"Can't steal what's yours, silly," she booped a finger at the point of the princess' nose, perhaps not fully grasping just how alluring her words were to her.

"Yes... My mistake. Allow me to correct..." Their embrace returned anew, the princess plunging herself fervently against her lover's lips. The postwoman's eyes fluttered shut and submitted herself to the plunder, though still allowed her palms to press and ply where they could against the voracious Luna. Feeble gasps heated the air between the brief moments they slipped away from the other. If some random passerby walked in on the display, it would be a story to tell for generations to come; granted, anyone who saw would likely be placed under some lawful custody.

Still, well worth it. As worth it as leaving a city in deadlock for several hours so you can make out with your girlfriend. That's life: taking risque risks.

"Princess...? Should we send someone to—"

"Sometimes a lady needs an extra few minutes to prepare herself," Princess Celestia waved off the concerns of the guard, "I'm sure your wife has been guilty of going to powder her nose for a moment, then being gone much longer as more and more issues started becoming known." The crowd chattered their curiosities as Celestia continued to lounge back atop her float. She knew her sister was not returning anytime soon. With hope, she would make up for being so tardy by looking beyond disheveled from her 'distraction'.

"I, uh... I don't have a wife, ma'am."

"Really...?" Seems her sister might have to buy time for her sometime soon...