Liv, we're going to be late," Peter said looking at his watch. She had been locked in the bathroom for ages and they really had to get going. Peter had been invited to a dinner party by one of his old friend's.
"Yeah, I know, Liv said, muffled through the bathroom door. "I really think this dress is a bad idea. I knew I shouldn't have let the shop assistant talk me out of the black one."
"Well you have no choice now," Peter said sighing. "Unless you want to go naked which I must admit is a tempting idea.
"Peter!" He chuckled but was unapologetic. "Okay I'm ready but please don't have a bad reaction to what I'm wearing."
"I promise," Peter said sincerely. He heard Olivia sigh and knew she was taking a last look in the mirror before unlocking the door. When she emerged he took in a deep sharp breath. She looked completely stunning. She was wearing a deep red, almost burgundy dress but it wasn't the colour that made him unable to breathe properly. It had a low plunging neckline- not drastically so but on Olivia who never wore things like this the effect was incredible. As well as that, the skin of her left leg was on show due to a slit up the side of the dress. It was a little too high for Peter's liking but that was only because he loved having her to himself and didn't want her being swept off her feet by anyone other than him.
"What do you think?" she asked worrying her lip nervously. "Its too much isn't it? I'll try and find something else to wear…" Her voice faded away as Peter kissed her as his hands worked over her body, touching all of her skin. By the time they broke apart Peter's hand was on the bare skin of her thigh but he was in no rush to remove it.
"You look…" he started as his eyes roamed slowly over her body when he realised that words failed him. No words had been invented to describe her appearance accurately so he changed the subject. "Do you plan on coming home with me tonight?" Peter asked.
"Of course I do," Liv said confused. "Why?"
"Because any man seeing you in that dress will not be able to keep his hands off of you. Trust me." Olivia blushed slightly but couldn't deny that she was pleased by his reaction.
"So the dress gets your approval?" she asked with a smile.
"No," he said firmly. "I'd much prefer it if no other man got to imagine you when you're not wearing anything, which is what will happen when you look so completely irresistible and desirable."
"You said we were going to be late," she said after a beat of silence as her lips swayed closer to his.
"So I did," he murmured, his lips brushing hers tantalisingly briefly.
"Anyway, they can look all they want. What matters is that I'll be coming home with you and when I'm in bed with you later tonight, I will not be wearing this dress."
"How tempting," Peter said with a smile before he kissed her again.
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