Dressed to Impress

19:45 - Tokyo, Japan - Newlyweds

"Nakiri."

Fighting back the knowing smirk fast creeping into her features, Nakiri Erina turns to face her boyfriend. The shimmering, sequined skirt of her dress follows suit, the thigh-high slit dragging, sinuous and slow, over her skin. She watches as Yukihira's eyes trail over the fitted bodice, the voluminous satin straps hanging loose over her shoulders, barely able to contain her smugness.

It's as his eyes are drifting to her bare collarbone that she clears her throat, breaking the silence. "What?"

"I know you're an heiress with assets, but is it really necessary to show them all off like this?" Despite his words, Yukihira is grinning, and she suspects he's a little bit dazed.

Exactly the reaction she'd intended to incite when she'd bought the dress.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Besides, are we forgetting that daring little backless number Kobayashi-senpai wore at last year's awards gala?"

"I count exactly three straps holding up your breasts right now, so let's not point fingers," Yukihira points out.

She clasps her hands to her waist, puffing up her chest, causing the man before her to let out a quiet, gutteral cough. "I daresay it has the desired effect, though."

"Does it, now?" He's right in front of her now, hands moving to press themselves into the small of her back, warm, rough, hard. She imagines them hiking up her skirt, slipping beneath the slit, pulling down the zipper. Damn this boy, he knew exactly how to play her, and she'd dance to his beat every single time.

It's as he's kissing her neck that she finally remembers where they're meant to be. Letting out a yelp, she shoves him lightly, then pulls his head up for a quick, hard kiss. "Okay, maybe I didn't count on it being this effective."

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Yukihira's a little breathless, but falls into beat easily enough. He's used to it by now – after all, his girlfriend is a very busy woman. "Because if you keep this up, I'm going to end up sitting through a three-hour awards ceremony with a very awkward bulge between my legs."

We can solve that with a quick trip to the restrooms.

She doesn't verbalise that thought. Instead, she tries for her best smug smile, kisses him again, then turns away to finish getting ready. "I was just thinking you could help me out of this dress tonight." Diamond-crusted earrings go on; then a simple, but sparkling bracelet of similar design. "I'll repay you well for your patience."

And does she ever.