"Jess! I'm so proud of you!," Tatianna exclaimed over the phone.

"I know this is a bit of a random and slightly out of line request, but I need someone to be a witness for me, and with no parents or family, you're the only person I could think of that I would want to ask. "

"Of course I'll come to the wedding and be there for you! I've actually always wondered how things worked out for you. I'm so happy that you're doing well!"

"Thank you! Would you be interested in meeting up in town and helping me pick out my wedding dress?"

"I would love to. When and where?"

"I want something unique, so I'd like to browse some secondhand stores and customize a dresz."

"Ooh, good idea. I'll see you in a couple days then. Just let me know when you're on your way."

"I'll do that. And thank you again, Tatianna."

"My pleasure. See you soon!"

"Bye."

Jessica hung up her phone and began to sketch ideas for her dress. She wanted something elegant, but not too fancy. Some lace, maybe long sleeves... She wished she would have thought to save her mother's wedding dress; she never thought she'd need it.

'Oh well, it's long gone now,' she said.

Ivan came through the door not long afterward. He went to the church for the day to catch up on some paperwork he fell behind on while he was hospitalized.

Jessica immediately slammed her notebook shut and stuffed it under her side of the bed.

"Wedding planning?"

"Dress designing," she corrected him.

He let out a grin. He was so happy to see her happy about their wedding.

"Do I get a sneak peek?"

"Absolutely not! I want to keep it a surprise," she explained with a light giggle.

"Ah well, I had to try. I have no doubt you'll be absolutely gorgeous in whatever you wear. Although, I'm looking forward more to seeing you take it off," he said with a glint in his eyes.

Jessica broke out into goosebumps and repressed a pleasant shiver.

"I assume another week and a half of teasing is in store," she said sarcastically.

Ivan bent down and kissed her cheek.

"Undoubtedly."

She smirked at him, and he gave her a cheeky grin.

"Alright, game on."

The next night was the night before Jessica was due to go to the city to go dress shopping. She finally had the perfect design, and was anxious to get to work on it.

'Not long now, and I'll actually be wearing it.'

She couldn't help but let her mind wander into lingerie territory as she finished the last of the lace details on her dress sketch.

'Red? Black? White? ... I can look around in the city and pick a couple I guess. I'll need something for our honeymoon anyway.'

She heard Ivan scurrying around the kitchen; he insisted on making dinner for them that evening.

'I think a light teasing is in order...'

She strolled out to the kitchen and took a seat at the table.

"Ivan, darling, I need your opinion on something."

"Yes, dear?," he asked, stirring spaghetti sauce.

"I'm just wondering what kind of lingerie to get," she asked.

She saw him stop stirring for a split second, his head snapping up.

"I can't decide between red, black, or white. And I'm not sure about lace and all that. What would you prefer?"

"Black is always good...," he said softly, his blood immediately beginning to run south, "lace is too."

"Corsets? Garters?"

"Mhmm," he hummed, trying to not focus too much on the image being conjured up in his mind.

He turned around to see she had a smug look on her face.

"Oh... So that's how it's gonna be, then. I promised there would be teasing and you're beating me to it... Is that it?," he asked, amused.

"Oh, you betcha. And according to the not so subtle hard on you have there, I think I've already won this round," she said.

"You did. That doesn't mean I don't have a few tricks up my sleeve."

"I'm sure you do."

With that, Ivan turned around and finished up their spaghetti. He set a plate in front of her and one down for himself.

"So, any ideas where you want to go for a honeymoon?"

"I was thinking maybe Madrid or Cannes. Somewhere warm."

"I agree. Both are good choices. Close to home, but just far enough to be a getaway."

Ivan nodded. Jessica began to go on about how much she loved France..

As much as he longed to see her naked in his bed, he was having much more fun imagining her in lingerie. Her breasts being pushed up by a tightly laced corset, stockings being held up by a garter accentuating her round hips... Taking it all off of her...

"Ahem," Jessica said loudly, snapping Ivan out of his daydream.

"My eyes are up here, honey," she said sarcastically.

"Sorry, dear. Ever since you gave me your lingerie ideas, I haven't been able to concentrate on much else."

She chuckled, a soft blush coming to her cheeks. He could swear he fell in love with her all over again. So eager to tease him, but when he admitted to it being effective she grew shy.

Once they finished their dinner, they both got ready for bed. They slipped under the covers, kissing each other goodnight.

"Excited about dress shopping tomorrow, darling?"

"Very! Tatianna was too. She was extremely enthusiastic about standing for me," she said with a giggle.

Ivan couldn't help but find his fiance adorable. She was by far the sweetest person he's ever known, and she was about to be all his. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Goodnight, honey. I know you'll be beautiful no matter what dress you get."

"Thank you, dearest. And I can't wait to see you in a tux," she said, eyeing him up and down.

He smiled at her and turned off the lamp on his side of the bed. Jessica laid her head on Ivan's chest and rested her hand on the other side of him; she fell asleep latched to his side listening to his soft breathing.

"Bye, honey! Have fun dress shopping."

"I will, darling. See you later," she said with a smile, kissing Ivan goodbye out the car window.

She drove a couple hours, finally reaching Copenhagen. She pulled up to a store called Brugt Skat. Tatianna was already there, waiting for her outside the door.

"Hey Jessica! Wow, look at how much you've grown! You're a full on adult woman now," Tatianna gushed.

"Is it weird that it only dawned on me since I'm getting married? Until now, I've just felt like a naive girl with a crush on a priest," she said with an airy laugh.

Tatianna let out a chuckle.

"It tends to happen when you have your eyes set on someone who took care of you beforehand, I suppose. But anyway, let's get shopping," she exclaimed.

They both went into the store and looked around through the dress section. There were a few that caught her eye; one with long lace batwing sleeves, a mermaid style chiffon dress, but none of them really dazzled her.

Store after store they searched for a dress that suited her. There was one last place they tried before Jessica headed to the mall for her lingerie shopping. They went through several racks, before Jessica found a dress that made tears come to her eyes. Her mother's dress, to be exact; as nineties styled as ever. She grabbed and ran to the cashier. She watched as they put it in a garment bag for her. She clutched it tight to her chest and didn't let go of it until Tatianna was finished looking around.

"Well, I'm glad you found your mom's dress. I'm sure you'll make it over beautifully."

"Thank you, I hope to. I want to add some texture and dimension to it. Plus the puff sleeves are way too much," Jessica laughed.

"I quite agree," Tatianna said with a giggle.

"Well, this is where I leave you until the wedding. Remember, next Friday at two o'clock."

"Can do. See you then!"

And Tatianna took off.

Jessica headed toward the mall. She pulled up into the parking lot and walked in. She spied a store that looked exactly like what she needed.

'Bratsch Himmel... Violet Sky,' she read.

The display window had at least a dozen different styles on display alone. She walked in and began looking through racks. Most everything was trashy cheap stuff, until she went to the back of the store. Lace, satin, silk, black, blue, red, everything she could ever want was in front of her. She immediately gravitated toward the black satin bustiers and quickly found one she liked. It was satin with lace panels on the sides. She also picked out a satin garter with rhinestones to make a set. She turned and looked at the sea of other colors in front of her.

'Ah, screw it, I have more than enough of the house money left. I can splurge for Ivan,' she told herself.

She proceeded to pick out a cobalt blue satin chemise that came halfway up her thigh with a matching pair of panties, a lacy red bra and thong set, and a black bustier. She went to a fitting room and tried them all on. The bustier was the classiest one, so she decided it would be for their wedding night, while the blue and red sets would be for the honeymoon. On her way to the checkout line she grabbed a black sheer robe and a bottle of Dior perfume.

Satisfied with her haul, she made her way back home. A couple hours later, she pulled up to the building and began gathering up her bags. As she reached for the lingerie bag, a wicked idea popped into her mind. She knew she was about to win the teasing war. She confidently sauntered up the stairs and knocked on the door. Not even a second later, Ivan swung the door open with a big smile on his face.

"How was shopping?," he asked.

She held up her bags with a grin. Ivan smiled back.

"Found your dream dress, did you?," he asked.

"Since it'll look different for the wedding, I don't see why you can't see it now," she said.

She held up the garment bag with pride. Ivan scanned it over. Puff sleeves, lace and satin, a thick petticoat underneath...

"Interesting choice."

"I lucked out and found my mother's dress! Obviously the puff sleeves and the massive petticoat have to go, but I have plans for it," she told him.

"Wow, that's amazing! You'd look lovely in a potato sack, so I have no doubt you'll look divine in it," Ivan said.

"I also got a nice lingerie haul... So you better give me lots opportunities to use them," she teased.

He smirked at her and pulled her in for a kiss.

"Speaking of which, I have to see to something about our honeymoon in my office."

"I'll make dinner. Hope you're okay with something simple."

"Of course, honey. Make whatever you want."

Ivan retreated into his office to finalize details on their honeymoon itinerary while Jessica started to boil chicken and vegetables in a broth.

Once she knew the pot could be left to boil on its own she took her lingerie bag to her old room and slipped into the red bra and underwear, throwing the sheer robe over it.

She took a peek out of her door to see that Ivan was still in his study. She went back out to the kitchen, set the table, and had a tea until she heard his footsteps coming down the hall. She sat up straight in her chair and rested her elbow on the back of the chair and waited for Ivan to walk in. As his shadow came into view, she felt a cheeky smirk creeping onto her face. He rounded the corner, and once his eyes set on her, he froze while giving her a wide-eyed stare.

"Dinner's ready," she said teasingly.

He slowly made his way to his seat, never taking his eyes off her.

"I hope you like chicken soup," she said nonchalantly, motioning for him to sit down.

He cleared his throat.

"I... I finalized our flight to Cannes," he said, trailing his sentence off.

"Excellent! I'm so excited for our honeymoon. The south of France in spring will be beautiful...," she prattled on.

He'd heard it all before when she was telling him a few years ago about how she took four years of French because she had such an infatuation with Paris.

He found himself far more interested that she was in her bra and underwear in his kitchen. He was focused on her cleavage; taking spoonfuls of soup as she talked, not able to pay attention to their conversation as he watched how her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, or how they would slightly heave when she let out a giggle or laugh. He knew what awaited him under those clothes a week from then... And he was trying his hardest to remain patient.

Jessica felt her eyes narrow with smugness. She was relishing in the attention she was getting.

"That looks lovely on you, Jess. Red really is your color," he said, not able to make eye contact.

"Thank you, my darling," she said as she got up and made her way to his side of the table.

She started playing with his hair and kissing up and down his face and neck. She felt him breakout into goosebumps when she found a sensitive spot on his neck. She would have to store that information for later.

She started kissing closer to his lips; as she inched closer and closer, she suddenly stopped when her lips were less than a centimeter away from being on his.

"I'm going to work on my dress," she said with a teasing smile.

She felt him grab onto her wrist and spin her around.

"The hell you are," he said in a husky voice.

Jessica felt a shiver go up her spine as he kissed her. He moved to just below her ear, earning him a soft moan.

"Tell you what, why don't we move the wedding up to a few days from now? I only have some simple alternations I want to do to my mom's dress, and let's face it... neither of us is going to last another week and a half without jumping the other."

"All good points. What day would you like to set then?"

"How about Thursday? They shouldn't be busy and we have everything already to go. I'll just need to tell Tatianna."

"Sounds like a plan to me. I can't lie, it's taking all the restraint within me to not turn you around and take you bent over the table," he explained in a soft voice.

It was Jessica's turn to be flustered with teasing. She felt her chest constrict and her legs freeze as he whispered the last sentence in her ear before pressing a light kiss to her cheek.

He pulled away and walked back into his study, leaving her in the kitchen in an aroused stupor with barely any clothes on.

'Guess I better get to work on that dress if we want a shorter wait,' she thought, snapping out of her daze.

She went into her room and began disassembling the dress. She cut off the sleeves, removed the layers of tulle underneath, and stood back to assess the material she had to work with.

'Long lace sleeves, and empire waist,' she immediately concluded.

Jessica sat out her supplies for in the morning, and called Tatianna to tell her the wedding had been moved up. She told her she should still be able to make it and that her new dress wasn't going to waste.

After a long day, she beat Ivan to bed. She started nodding off when the door opened and Ivan walked in. She couldn't open her eyes out of exhaustion, but she felt him kiss her forehead and whisper a goodnight to her.