((This prompt was a reply to a prompt that Karane wrote. Unfortunately it isn't my place to post her writings here. You only ever get the 'Pipit' end of it because that's me.
But in summary, basically Karane arranged for a day when neither she nor Pipit had to take a watch for the academy, donned a blue dress [for the first time], and gave Pipit flowers before demanding a date. This is the 'sequel' to that.))
He hadn't been able to stop staring at her the whole day. It was as if his eyes had literally been glued into place. It wasn't his intention, of course. He had no desires to stare—it was impolite.
But he just was captivated. The way the round neckline of the blue dress came down and exposed her soft collar bone, and more of the skin on her chest than he'd ever seen before. Not necessarily her breasts, of course, but just her chest was enough to draw his eye.
The hem of the dress gathered beneath her breasts. Her perfectly shaped breasts—breasts that he still remembered from the first time he'd seen them. Under the thin t-shirt, in the water that day. He often had mused, since then, that they were the perfect size to fit into the cups of his hands—but it was another thing he had yet to try. Best not to do things that might get ones hand cut off.
The dress came to her knees. He could see she had one hand tightly holding it in place, like the wind was bothering her. He thought it was absolutely beautiful when it billowed in the breeze.
But if she had such a problem with it coming up and out of place, who was he to let a dress get the best of her? When the sun was setting, after their day out together—their first 'official' date—he pulled her close to his chest.
It was a familiar motion. One he often acted out when he was jealous, but right now he wasn't jealous of anyone. In fact, every other man in the world should be jealous of him right now.
But instead of looping his arms around her waist, he dropped them lower. Beneath her bottom, at the top of her legs. Holding the dress in place for her, so she didn't have to anymore.
Initially he thought she might hit him, for touching her so close to her ass. But he was impressed to see a blush coming over her face, something unsure. After all, his touch on her leg was new, and foreign, even through a dress.
And then the wind picked up again, and the dress flapped around them furiously in the wind. And his hands against her legs held it in place, so no one would be graced with the honor of seeing what she wore beneath.
He pressed his lips to her forehead as the wind died down. "I know I already said it once today… but you look beautiful."