"You ready yet?" Remy shouted from her side of the hallway, listening for Alison's reply.
"About ready. Hang on." Alison attempted zipping up her glittery white dress, but was unsuccessful. She gave a light frustrated huff as she stood in front of the mirror, trying to zip it up, her blonde locks falling wildly, blocking her view. She finally gave up. "Might need some help here!" She called out, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Remy frowned slightly. "Wasn't this supposed to be a surprise? Now I'll know what you're wearing."
Alison kept quiet. Yeah, she was ruining their Halloween surprise, but she couldn't go out unzipped. On the bright side, she couldn't wait to see what Remy decided to wear, either. She heard footsteps and squealed lightly, her dimples showing, as they always did when she was grinning. Remy loved that about her; how adorable and innocent she was, compared to herself. So Alison naturally wouldn't be surprised if she walked in dressed as Satan's mistress, or even if she went out of her way and became a stripper for one night. She chuckled slightly at the latter thought.
But nothing could have prepared her for what Remy actually decided to wear. Surprisingly enough, she wasn't showing much skin. She was dressed in skin-tight black leather, with cat ears sticking out of her brown hair. Her blue eyes shone brightly, reflecting the light of the room, and a fake black tail dragged behind her. She was covering her eyes with her hands. "So, what do you think?"
Alison stared at her, trying to keep her jaw from dropping to the ground. She blinked a couple of times, her eyes newer leaving Remy. "You look… You look…"
Remy sighed, slightly frustrated. Why did she even agree to this childish idea? She couldn't have just gone to a club and party like she did almost every other night? But no, she let Alison talk her into trick-or-treating. Damnit, she just had a big soft spot for her and her innocent eyes. "I thought it looked g- ."
"Dashing." Alison finally finished her sentence, walking over to her and lowering Remy's hands with her own, lacing their fingers. A soft smile played on her lips.
It was Remy's turn to stare now. "Look at you!" She exclaimed.
Alison blushed slightly. "Oh, yeah, there's a matter of me not being able to zip this thing… And I cannot seem to get these angel wings right."
Remy smirked slightly as Alison turned around and looked at her expectantly over her shoulder. She zipped her up, giving her a light hug from behind and burying her face in her long silky hair. "Are you sure you're not really an angel just pretending to be a doctor?"
Alison giggled melodically, throwing her head back and finding Remy's hand. She gave it a light squeeze, then let it go so she could fix her white wings.
"I don't see the point of you trying so hard to fix this costume, anyway." Remy breathed by her ear. Her warm breath made the hairs at the back of Alison's neck stand up.
"Why?" Alison asked, frowning slightly.
Remy laughed, not letting go of her waist. She pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head, as if Alison was a child. But the look in her eyes wasn't the look you'd want to be giving a small child unless you wanted to go to jail. Remy smirked as she watched their reflection in the mirror.
"It's coming off tonight, anyway."
