“Alright, don’t laugh if I look way too fancy,” Kayleigh calls from the closet.
Blue furrows his brow even though she can’t see him. “How would you look too fancy?”
“I don’t know! I haven’t worn anything like this in ages,” she says. “I think I might look weird in it.”
Blue shakes his head. “You’ll be fine, just show me,” he says. “I bet you look great.”
The door opens. Blue sucks in a breath.
Kayleigh is standing there in a silk and chiffon black dress that hugs tight to her torso, pushing up her chest and smoothing her curves. The gauzy skirt flares out to her knees, making her look like a princess to him. Despite all of her concerns, she looks like she was born to wear something so beautiful. She carries herself high like it’s natural and walks with an easy sway in her hips as she goes over to the mirror to examine herself. It’s all Blue can do to watch and try not to make it too obvious how beautiful he thinks she looks right now.
She does a few twists and turns, running her hands along the bodice. Something about the way her hands move over her body, slowly, like she’s showing off on purpose, makes his temperature rise.
She catches his eyes roaming over her back and butt in the mirror and what was a neutral, maybe-impressed expression turns into a devilish smirk. “What do you think?” she asks.
“I was right,” he says. “You look great. The fit is perfect.”
“I know, right?” she says. “I totally thought it was gonna need altering or something.”
She turns to him, tossing her hair over her shoulder before she practically saunters over to stand between his knees, placing her hands on his shoulders and watching his gaze appreciatively. He doesn’t try to hide the way it rakes over her body - the long line of her neck, her tattoo perfectly on display, her chest with more cleavage than even her best push-up bras give her. His touch is tentative, almost hovering over her waist, until she places her own hands over his. She pulls his hands up and over her body, then lets them settle over her hips.
Kayleigh leans in to kiss him, and he was expecting heat and hunger but instead there’s something soft and loving in the way she presses her lips to his, like she’s sure she belongs exactly here, kissing him, and like she has no plans to ever leave.
Frankly, he’d be amenable to that. He can just breathe through his nose for the rest of his life. He won’t need to eat - she’s all he could ever need to live on and more.
After what feels like an eternity, she does eventually break the kiss, only to rest her forehead on his, eyes closed in bliss.
“You make me feel gorgeous,” she whispers, small and sweet and more honest than she ever is, then kisses his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispers back, and wraps his arms fully around her waist before pulling her even closer. “I love you too.”