First fic I'm putting up. It's an old one I wrote while listening to this song.
"I like your hair much better that way
when it hangs out front when it hangs out front
with tilted head like a listener
but i'm just thinking about the red dress
i like the red dress."
--Motion City Soundtrack, The Red Dress
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He couldn't concentrate, not matter how hard he tried these few days. His mind was only flooded with images of her in The Red Dress.
To be more specific, it was Sara in The Red Dress. It was The Red Dress that fitted her to a T. It somehow magically made her waist seem smaller, obediently curved at places it should and emphasized places is was supposed to.
Sara in the Red Dress was the reason why Greg Sanders swore he almost died of a coronary when he picked her up for the dance. She hadn't told him that it was what she was planning to wear to the Annual LVPD Dinner and Dance. If she had, he would at least have given himself the mental preparation he needed for what he was about to see. But of course, she didn't say a word at all. "It was supposed to be a surprise", she said. He secretly thought that she had done it on purpose to make him sweat. And that was exactly what he did.
That night, sad to say, was the longest, most frustrating night he ever had. Every time he looked at her during dinner he had the insane urge to pull her behind a pillar and kiss her senseless. He, very miserably, had to wait 5 whole long hours until he could finally show her how much he loved that Red Dress on her. And, just so you know, he loved it. He loved it a lot.
And even for days after that, he could never get the image of Sara Sidle in The Red Dress out of his head. It was like, some kind of weird obsession of some sort. It would suddenly flash across his mind just as he was about to fall asleep, immediately waking him up again. Or even worse, sometimes, when he was in the middle of processing a scene, he would look up at her(accidentally) and immediately the image of The Red Dress would appear in his head. He was losing sleep over it. It was absolutely distracting him from his work, and he productivity was going down the drain. And it was all because of a stupid red dress.
He really didn't know why he was so drawn to that particular article of clothing. It wasn't as if it was an Oscar De La Renta or something. No, it wasn't, it was just an ordinary red dress she bought off the racks from the nearby mall. But when she was wearing it, it was like she was wearing a Valentino. She was positively glowing, and it made him absolutely stark crazy when he saw her in the dress.
But the most annoying part about it? He didn't know why. It was, after all, just an ordinary red dress. Just an ordinary red dress that made her look spectacular.
And now, as she was in the mall looking for a -you guessed it- dress, he couldn't give her his honest opinion because all of the other dresses paled in comparison. He was getting plenty frustrated because of that. He just couldn't understand her need for new dresses when she already had the nice red one. She just had to buy a new one for the year end party, when she could just wear the red one. He was very certain it would earn her a lot of compliments. And definitely, a lot of sex.
He gave a big sigh, bored out of his wits, and resigned to his sad fate .
"Which one?" She asked him, cutting through his train of thought. She was holding up 2 dresses, a black one and a white one.
He looked at her, then at the dresses, then at her again.
He sighed and said defeatedly, "The red one."
A/N: So? What do you guys think? Comment and let me know!