A/N: Uh. . .I wondered what Matt would look like in thick, dorky glasses. Then I thought, "Hey, why don't I write about it?" Yup, that's how this happened. Cute, short Taito. What else?

Dedicated to Frankie, though he'll probably never even read it or know why. =^-^= Sweetheart, you're an inspiration and you don't even know it. . .

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of the characters.

"No. Freaking. Way."

It was a simple enough answer. I understood that he was angry with the decision and strongly protested it. I also understood that he'd probably blame me for all of it. He usually does. Then again, it usually is my fault.

"If you think I'm putting those on, you're crazy."

"Please, Yama?" I wheedled, knowing that I could get my way if I begged long enough.

His patience was already wearing thin. I could see it in the tired look in his eyes.

"They don't bite, you know. It's silly to be afraid of them."

"I'm not afraid! I just really don't want to wear them."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll look stupid!"

"Babe, nothing could make you look stupid."

He stayed silent. I took that as a bad sign, so I decided to try to make him talk again.

"You'll look sexy with them on."

He snorted. "Yeah, right."

Darn. That line usually worked.

I decided to try to seduce him into putting them on, sliding closer to him and rubbing up against him while purring in his ear. His cheeks flushed pink and he looked down at the ground.

"Please?" I asked in a low, husky voice.

He blushed even more, lowering his head further so his long, blonde hair would fall in front of his face.

I whispered something in his ear that I thought would convince him pretty quickly.

His eyes widened.

"Taichi, that's blackmail!"

"Put them on," I ordered, though still trying to sound playful.

He sighed, lifting his head.

"Well, I suppose. . ."

Bingo.

I carefully slipped them on and took a step back to look him over.

I was right.

They made him look so. . .so. . .

Incredibly sexy.

I purred again, advancing on him. He blinked at me.

"T-Tai-"

I jumped on him before he could get the rest out, kissing him while his mouth was still open.

After a few moments of making out, I let him have his breath back and tried to regain some of mine.

"Well, if that's what wearing glasses will earn me, I ought to put them on more often."

I laughed and settled down against his chest. He stroked my hair and I smiled when he had to shove his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

I shook my head in disbelief.

Only Yamato Ishida could get thick, dorky glasses and still look dead sexy.


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Listen to the ice song again. . .