I just got this idea today, and I knew that I had to write it now, or I'd lose it. Enjoy!
Your humble servant,
SillyPurpleBubbles
"I'm not coming out!"
"Oh, come on, Ichigo, it's not that big of a deal."
"No! It's gross and stupid."
"It's one time, dear. One time, and you never have to do it again as long as we both shall live."
"Ha. Where have I heard that before?"
"About thirteen hours ago exactly."
Ryou Shirogane, newly married, stood impatiently waiting for his bride, Ichigo, to exit the bathroom. They had chosen a large, fancy hotel in Rome-Ryou spared no expense in their nuptials. The wedding had been beautiful and elegant though not too many people were invited. They liked it that way. Ichigo's parents, the Mews, Keiichiro, and a few friends the pair had met in college attended. Even Masaya, who was on comfortable terms with the both of them, was a groomsman. It had been perfect.
Well, except for the part where Mint packed Ichigo's suitcase.
"Ichigo, you want Ryou's eyes to never leave you. What if some hot Italian donna catches his eye, hmm?" she had said. Ichigo complied immediately, not wanting to be outshone by some skimpy Mediterranean. She did not, however, tell Mint to fill her baggage with all sorts of lacy lingerie. A rainbow of mesh, satin, ribbons, and French tags left her duffel full to bursting. Not a single pair of flannel pajamas could be found. Ichigo had thought she could handle them for a moment, until she actually put the stuff on and looked in the mirror. The sheer black slip had a long slit up the front and ribbons threaded through the ivory cups. It made her feel embarrassed and...sexy.
"I wore the bowtie for you, you know."
"That's an accessory! You were fully clothed along with it, whereas my outfit has about as much fabric as said bowtie."
"Sounds nice."
"Ryou!"
"What? You're my wife! I'm supposed to think you're hot, right?"
"Yeah..."
"So, come on out. You can take it right off once you get out here."
"Yeah, okay...wait...RYOU!"
"Okay, sorry, sorry. It is our honeymoon, you know. It's sort of the point."
Ichigo heaved a sigh. "I know...it's so embarrassing, though."
"What if I tell you a secret?"
"A secret?"
"Uh-huh."
"...What?"
"Come out, and I'll tell you."
"...Promise?"
"Promise."
Ichigo carefully grasped the brass doorknob and opened the door as slowly as possible, inching out of the bathroom in an attempt to keep herself decent as long as possible. Her head was down, and a cute blush graced her face. Ryou stared at her. This was his wife. His bride. His brain still failed to completely fathom that he was allowed to be with this beautiful creature forever. He pulled her close to him, pressing her head into his chest. He pressed a kiss into her her and lifted her face up to his.
"The secret is that I have the best wife in the world, and I will love her always."
Ichigo looked up at him with a tiny smile on her face.
Well, maybe she could use the lingerie just one more time.
Did you like it? Let me know! Criticism is welcome and appreciated.
Your humble servant,
SillyPurpleBubbles