Title: Perfect Intentions
Genre: Romance
Description: A short scene with Fred buying a dress for a special occasion.
Feedback: Please, you know me. Give it up!
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Fred cocked her head to the side, taking a last glance at her gown. This had to be one of the most important decisions of her life, as of yet, but thankfully, she was cautious and prepared with someone to give a second opinion.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Your dress, not mine." Answered a familiar male voice with an accent that reminded her of the days she spent in London as a teen.
"Wesley, you're not helping." She whined, making another turn to check her backside in the navy gown.
He stood with a shrug. "That's because I don't care about the dress."
Fred looked hurt. "You don't?"
"No," he stepped closer, almost up to the platform on which she stood, "I'm more interested in what's underneath the dress..." A mischievous grin slithered across his face.
She glanced from side to side as she blushed in embarrassment. "Wesley, we're in a public place!" She whispered.
His grin faded into a genuine look of contentment as he stepped forward again. He reached forth, placing his right hand just above the center of her breasts. She almost pulled back when he leaned forward and kissed her ear before whispering into it, "...your heart."
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Genre: Romance
Description: A short scene with Fred buying a dress for a special occasion.
Feedback: Please, you know me. Give it up!
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Fred cocked her head to the side, taking a last glance at her gown. This had to be one of the most important decisions of her life, as of yet, but thankfully, she was cautious and prepared with someone to give a second opinion.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Your dress, not mine." Answered a familiar male voice with an accent that reminded her of the days she spent in London as a teen.
"Wesley, you're not helping." She whined, making another turn to check her backside in the navy gown.
He stood with a shrug. "That's because I don't care about the dress."
Fred looked hurt. "You don't?"
"No," he stepped closer, almost up to the platform on which she stood, "I'm more interested in what's underneath the dress..." A mischievous grin slithered across his face.
She glanced from side to side as she blushed in embarrassment. "Wesley, we're in a public place!" She whispered.
His grin faded into a genuine look of contentment as he stepped forward again. He reached forth, placing his right hand just above the center of her breasts. She almost pulled back when he leaned forward and kissed her ear before whispering into it, "...your heart."
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