Title: Dressed to Kill

Artist: Landon Pigg

Genre: Friendship

Pairing/Character: Connor/Abby

Rating: K+

Warnings: Slight language

Time Frame: Season 3

Inspiration: Dressed to Kill.

Author's Notes:I've finally gotten "Bring it All Back" by S-Club out of my head. *happy dance* Oh and this is in Connor's point of view.

Disclaimer: Ha, I wish.

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I was sitting on the couch, playing my video game like usual when Abby came down the steps.

"Hey Conn," she says, her tone holding a smile.

"Hey Abs," I reply without looking away from the telly.

"Connor," she says again.

I glace over at her for a second before looking back at my game and doing a double take. "What the hell are you wearing?" I ask her, taking in her outfit. She's got this little sundress thing on that ties behind her neck. It's a turquoise-blue color that makes her eyes really stand out and shows off her chest nicely. It hits her mid-thigh and she's wearing this wicked smile.

"What do you think?" she asks and I notice she's wearing more make up than normal. She's got on lipstick and rouge along with a blue eye shadow that play them up even more.

"You look…" I drift off unable to think of a word that would do her justice.

"Yeah?" she asks.

"Amazing. You look amazing," I tell her and she smiles muttering a 'thanks.'

Great, if she keeps this up I'm not even going to be able to form coherent sentences.

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"You ready Conn?" Abby asks the next day as she comes down the stairs. Today's she's wearing a classic little black dress that hugs her perfectly in all the right spots. She's wearing new black converse, so I know I haven't lost her completely. My Abby's still in there somewhere.

"You look really um…sexy," I tell her with a blush.

"Thanks," she says with a satisfied smile.

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If Abby comes down wearing one her new outfits, I'm going to go crazy. I'm surprised that I didn't jump her yesterday she looked so good. I really am. I sigh as I see her descend down the stairs. I'm sitting in one of the chairs, so I can see a little bit more of her with each step she takes. The first things I see are read heels- where did she even get those? I've seen her closet and I know she didn't have those before. She comes down another two steps and I see black leggings. Another few steps and a white oversized men's dress shirt comes into view, a red belt along her waist- surely that thing is not long enough to call a dress. She's halfway down and get up and walk over to the bottom of the steps waiting for her and I realize that she's wearing red lipstick and has eyeliner on that kind of flicks out on the corner of her eyes.

"You're killing me," I whisper to her before kissing her.

"Well this is really all your fault," she chuckles seductively as she fiddles with my hair. Sexy little minx.

"My fault?"

"You feed my desire to wear red lipstick and be dressed for the kill."

"It's murdering me though," I sigh.

She grins, clearly proud of herself. "So I can do the girl thing?"
"Better than any other person I know," I nod before kissing her.

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"So who'd you get the clothes from?" I ask her later as we were sitting on the couch, listing to some music. She was sitting in my lap and even though my leg was falling asleep, there was no way I was going to let her move.

"Jenny and Sarah."

"Remind me to thank them later," I chuckle.

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Love,

Spike.