Panning into the room, we know that this night is different from most nights… it's special meaning dripping from every detail and second. Even down to the smallest details radiating the deepest corners, tonight is the beginning of something amazing.
The momentous occasion seems to permeate every second, down to the woman who so lazily dances before us. Caught in a moment she will not soon forget, she seems to practically skip out of the cracked bathroom door grinning like an adolescent on their first date. This woman may have seen her fair share of dates in her lifetime but this date in particular seems to hold some redeeming value for this woman.
Not the act that this man, who with all his faults is perfect in her eyes, asked her to accompany him on this spectacular occasion. But rather the way his eyes danced as they trailed up her form, practically growling with anticipation of ripping her attire off in one strong stroke. And the kiss that was placed lightly against her lips as he exited leaving her astonished and amazed?
Pure heaven.
And in that moment, this woman knew this was different. The woman who she was before that such brief encounter and the woman she is now, they could not be further from each other even to the most unsophisticated soul. Even to the most miniscule details she has transformed into something radiating. Breaking free from her cocoon that kept her heart from shattering, now given the strength to fly where once she could only gaze. On the wings of angels she has found her love and on those same wings she will fly into the depths of his soul. Redeeming every piece of his shattered heart to piece it together in such a magical collage it causes the angels to weep.
She is a taken woman.
The way her long flowing hair catches in the candle light, the aroma spilling from her bathroom and filling the whole apartment, how every second is planned to a perfect detail.
This woman has a date.
Not just any date, rather a very special date indeed.
"No, no, no." We hear the woman growl at the mound of clothing before her, "That won't do."
The phone begins to ring on her nightstand, drawing her out of her daze. Without a second thought she picks up the phone, listens for a few moments then slams the receiver back down.
Who was the mysterious caller on the other end? We are not quite sure but the look on the woman's face is still one of happiness and fear, nothing will ruin the night for our woman.
Nothing.
"Now this." The woman beams, plucking a dress out of obscurity in the stuffed closet, "This is it."
Dropping her towel in a heap she smiles with practical giddy. Slowly slinking the silk up her skin a bright red hue accompanies, mixing so strikingly against the dark blue draped tightly over her skin.
A soft knock flows from the other side of her door, causing her to jump up and practically stumble to the door.
"Hello." She smiles at the man nervously standing at her door, "Just a few more moments and I will be ready." She saunters back down the hall and toward her bedroom leaving the man stunned at the way the fabric hugs her form perfectly.
Barely making it back into the room her knees give in and her heart lunges forward, begging for an escape and longing to be with its other half.
He looks fucking amazing.