like you only sweeter

“Shut the fuck up,” Mal whispers, but she’s giggling as she says it. “We’re gonna get so caught, oh my gods.” “Not if you shut up too,” Carlos whispers back, pulling her along by the hand through the darkened kitchens. “Come on, lift your feet. Don’t be so loud.” Mal shifts her weight onto the front of her feet, so that the hard heels of her new boots don’t hit the floor quite so hard. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than it was, and it’s not like many people are investigating the student kitchens at half past one in the morning anyway. Except for them, of course. Wicked children up past their bedtimes, and looking for fresh trouble....