a/n: HMonster, you're a great flat surface against which I can throw spaghetti. Thanks to you, no drooling in this prompt. Thanks for the pre-read, LoreliD, goddess of good Volturi fics!


The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Slip
Pen name: starshinedown
Pairing: Aro, Sulpicia
Rating: T

Sulpicia leaned against the entryway, back-lit by sunlight, her sheer dress-like garment almost invisible, the silhouette of her perfect figure accentuated by the lighting.

"My dear," he murmured, stunned. "You are perfection itself."

She walked forward, and he saw that the thin lace-trimmed material hid nothing from his sight. His eyes tracked the sway of her hips as she stalked him.

"Humans call them 'slips,'" she answered his unspoken question. "They are meant to be worn under clothing. I like them better on their own. Do you?"

Bless the humans and their ever-changing fashions. "I do indeed, my dear wife."


a/n: I might be a little fascinated by the Volturi these days. 'S all LoreliD's fault.