When Laura stepped out of the bathroom a mere 90 minutes later, she was greeted by the sight of her man in a fabulous tux, waiting for her by the front door. "Mmm… Look at you in that formal wear!" she exclaimed. "I do love a man in a tux," she purred, stroking her hand down his chest as she cosied up to him.

He looked her up and down. She looked extraordinary. He loved that they had an opportunity to dress this well. She loved clothes, hair, and makeup, and he was proud to give her a chance to show off her style and her natural beauty. It was a chance he knew she had gotten more often with Stefan, so telling her she had to go out and buy a floor-length gown had left them both giddy for days, but this was the first time she had let him see it. She had wanted it to be a surprise. He knew she was going to look amazing, but he hadn't expected anything this elaborate. Her gown was a deep, burgundy color. The body was tight and hugged her curves with crushed velvet. There was a slit that went far too high on her thigh, but Steve didn't expect anyone to notice as their attention was sure to be on her bust. The crushed velvet ended in a deep, sweetheart neckline, transitioning into a nearly invisible lace that covered her neckline. One wouldn't have been able to see it at all save for the glittery, floral detailing that almost appeared to be painted onto her skin. Steve had expected her to look like a supermodel, but instead, she looked like a Christmas angel.

Steve's silence was broken with no regard to their romantic moment by OGD who was seated on the couch with a bag of chips at his side. "DAMN, GIRL. That dress is fire."

Steve glared at him. "Is that all you have to say about it? Look at her, man! She's breathtaking!" he exclaimed.

Laura laughed. "Calm down, Baby. We're trying to get him to hit on me less, remember?"

"Yeah, I'd be happy to say a lil somethin' somethin' 'bout this big booty that I'm starin' at, but I didn't think it would be appreciated."

Laura turned around quickly so that her butt was facing away from him. "OGD!" she scolded.

Steve glared at his cousin for a moment, but then he couldn't help but notice her backside. Her dress was backless, or it appeared to be as it was covered in the same glittery detailing which trailed down so low it was amazing her butt was covered at all, though Steve was certainly glad it was. "Whoa Mama," he breathed softly.

Laura glanced back at him and chuckled. "C'mon, my love. We've gotta get going," she said, grabbing her clutch from the kitchen table. "OG? Please behave yourself. We'll be home as soon as we can."

"Have fun," he shrugged as he went back to their fridge to find something else to snack on.

Laura and Steve slipped out of the apartment, and Steve wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked. "I love the hair, too," he said as he pressed the button for the elevator. Her hair was gently curled and substantially longer than it had been when she walked into the bedroom. It was well layered, the bottom ending just below her breasts.

"Thank you," she said.

"I'm a little confused, though."

"You are?" she chuckled as they stepped into the elevator.

"Yeah. Is Max hiding in our bathroom or something?"

Laura gasped and hit him with her clutch. "Hey! I can still do my own hair from time to time!"

"Sure, but did you put in your own weave?"

Laura laughed. "Boy, you know getting a new weave would've taken way longer!"

Steve shrugged. "Then I'm confused. How is your hair 10 inches longer?"

"You are not supposed to ask that!" she scolded. "It's rude!"

Steve grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. "I wanna know the secret behind the magic. It makes you feel more real," he purred, kissing her neck.

"They're just temporary clip-in extensions. They're coming out before we go to bed."

Steve pouted. "I don't get to keep 'em?"

Laura raised her eyebrows at him. "Well, you could if you wanted to, but it might give people serial killer vibes if you just kept chunks of my hair in your desk drawer."

Steve laughed and snorted. "That's not what I meant. I just meant… I like you with long hair. It reminds me of high school."

Laura smiled at him flirtatiously as they stepped out of the elevator. "That's good to know, but this much hair is way too much work."

Steve nodded. "Well, you look beautiful," he said, opening her car door, "just as you do everyday."

Laura shook her head at him as she sat down. She looked at him as he buckled into the driver's seat. "You can tell me stuff like that, you know? You don't have to cover it by saying I look just as hot the moment I roll out of bed. I worked hard on this look. You can appreciate it. It would be weird if you didn't."

Steve nodded as he started the car. "I know. I just… I wanna be sure that you know how I really feel. The long hair is gorgeous, but so are you when you just roll out of bed. I don't want you to do anything like that just for me. I just want you to be happy."

Laura reached out and grabbed his hand as he pulled out of the parking garage. "I'm happy, Baby. Relax."

Steve stroked her thumb gently. "So… can you go to bed in those hair extensions?"

"Umm… I definitely can't sleep in them. These clips would rip the rest of my hair outta my head."

He put both hands back on the steering wheel. "I didn't say anything about sleeping."

Laura gasped and giggled. "I guess you didn't," she purred, placing a hand high on his thigh. She rubbed him gently. "I could wear them to bed, as long as I'm on top and you promise not to pull on 'em."

Steve bit his lip and turned up the radio to end this conversation that was making him so nervous. "Deal," he squeaked.