Title: Adventures in a Dressing Room
Rating: PG-13 for language and the like.
Genre: Romance
Summary: Anzu can't find a good enough outfit for the Christmas dinner with her friends. Atemu's not really much help. Fluff; oneshot; YYAnzu. Part one in the "Have a Hetero Christmas" series.
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
Notes: It has been a LONG time since I've written anything worthy of posting. But I got this cute idea for a series, and thus, here I am. Sorry if I'm a bit rusty.
And no, I'm not homophobic. It's just that there isn't enough het on FFN.
Have a Hetero Christmas; Part One:
Adventures in a Dressing Room
Atemu leaned against the wall, watching as the blue-eyed girl pulled on a bright red sweater and a short, pleated skirt. His eyes followed her curves down to her rear end as she smoothed the fabric over it. She looked in the full-length mirror, frowning slightly, and turned to the side. She tugged on the sweater slightly before facing him.
"Well?" she asked. "What do you think?"
He sighed. "Anzu, I think the same thing as I've been thinking for the past ten or so outfits you've tried on. It looks great. You look great. It looks great on you."
"You're just saying that so you can go to the game store." Anzu turned back to the mirror, shook her head, and removed the sweater. Atemu observed as the skirt slipped from her waist and past her slim-yet-muscular thighs and calves. She certainly had the body of a dancer, and damn if she didn't have a nice ass...
"So what was wrong with THAT one?" he spoke up after Anzu had caught him staring and sent him a dirty look.
She bit her lip before answering in an embarrassed tone, "It made my butt look big."
"What are you talking about? It looked fine!"
"…You're just saying that," she mumbled, picking up another outfit.
"Anzu…" He rubbed his forehead. "I didn't know you were so particular about how you looked."
"Well, usually, I'm not, I don't think…" Her reply was muffled from pulling another sweater, this time blue, over her head. A black miniskirt accompanied it. "How's this?"
Atemu pushed away from the wall, making his way over to her while managing to avoid stepping on discarded clothing that apparently made Anzu "look fat" or "appear slutty". He stood before her, gaze sliding over her body, then placed his hands on her hips. "You look beautiful," he murmured. "It matches your eyes."
A faint tinge of red began to spread across her cheeks. "Really? Are you sure?"
"Why are you so concerned?" he questioned.
She turned her gaze away from him and focused on the floor. "I…wanted to look nice for you," she said, almost uncharacteristically shy. She bit her lip. "It's dumb, isn't it?"
He blinked, then smiled. "Anzu…" His fingertips slid up to her cheek, thumb caressing the still-flushed skin. "You always look nice." When she still looked unconvinced, he added, "Would I lie to you?"
Leaning into his touch, she replied, "I suppose not…"
Atemu ran a hand down her back and to her behind, tugging slightly on the skirt. "Then buy this outfit. I love it."
With a grin, she replied, "As you wish."
He smiled before capturing her lips in a kiss. She smiled against his lips.
"Not here."
Atemu quirked an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "Why not? I think it's rather kinky…"
She laughed.
End