It was a fragile moment.
Her hands touched his mask, gripped the edges of it. Her hands touched his mask and his hands immediately grabbed hers, pulling them away, away from the truth.
Her eyes dropped and she rested her forehead against V's shoulder, "I'm sorry," she murmured.
One of his arms circled her middle and another rested in the dip of her back. She loved being held by him even if she did not – could not – know who he was. Her hand found his gloved one and she entwined her fingers with his while they danced.
The jukebox did not play, but neither of them needed the music. Both were silent for a long time.
Finally, Evey raised her head and stared at V, seeing but not really seeing. She traced the ceramic lips and with her thumb before she touched them cautiously with her own. V stopped dancing, his head tilted downward to stare at her.
Using the same hand she had traced V's mask with, she touched the edge of the mask and started to lift it slightly. V stopped her.
"Evey –," he tried, but she cut him off by pressing her body against his.
With a stern look, Evey murmured, "Shhh. Trust me, V."
V trusted her impeccably, however, he could not let her raise his mask, "I do, but you cannot take off my mask."
"I won't, then," Evey answered simply. With a quick jerk, she raised the mask over his lips. She gasped in spite of herself at the scarred, red skin that covered his lower face. His lips were… mutilated. Hardly even lips. They were scarred from burns, just like his hands.
V grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, his mask dropping to hide his monstrous features. He pulled himself away from Evey and stalked over toward the jukebox.
"V…" Evey said, her voice broken and despairing. She walked up behind him and twined her arms around his middle, leaning her cheek against his shoulder, "Please."
"'Please' what, Evey?" the masked man said, "Please let me see your face, just so I know that you truly are a monster?" V turned around after Evey unwrapped herself from him, "You do not…" V trailed off.
Evey stepped close to the man once again and, without seeking his permission, lifted up his mask to reveal his lips, "They're beautiful."
She leaned in with her head tilted so as not to bump the mask's nose with her own and pressed her lips against the scarred and broken ones. She relished in the feel of the other man's lips. All of her respect, devotion, pity, lust, and love flowed out of her through the kiss.
She reveled in the feel of V holding her when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her taut against him. Her arms snaked around the man's neck and she clung on to him, standing on her tip toes.
When the need for air became too great, she pulled away and panted slightly, staring at V's lips while she did so. She raised a thumb and prodded them apart slightly.
"Beautiful?" V questioned.
She sighed in delight and dived back in for another kiss.
This time, V took more control, but was graceful nonetheless. His tongue traced her lower lip and she parted them, allowing the man's tongue to slip into her mouth, much like a serpent would slither through grass.
Evey was so content. She could stand her for hours upon hours, simply kissing this man, kissing him and discovering every crevice of his mouth, every scar on his face.
When they pulled away again, V lowered his mask and murmured, "That is quite enough for the moment, hm?"
Evey's eyebrows dropped a little in disappointment, but extracted herself from the man and pressed a song on the jukebox. They two stepped away and began dancing once again.
'For the moment,' was what kept running through Evey's head.
A/N: I think I'm happy with this story. Maybe. I just watched the movie a half hour ago for the first time. Why couldn't they kiss for realsies. Sob. Anyway, I know raising the mask is kind of against the whole movie but screw that shit she got to kiss him it's called fanfiction for a reason *flail.* R&R. Thanks.