AN - So to those that are reading, this chapter contains references, but nothing overly sexual...really. I allude to it and may put some things they do but it is nothing heavy or inappropriate because let's be honest, I can't write anything risque, I've tried; it just shows my inexperience in the whole writing sexual experiences. If anything I sound like a twelve year old trying to act like an adult and that's just not right so I won't subject you to that kind of torture. Hope to see some reviews, they make me smile! Just consider this fair warning because the next chapter and the chapter after that I will post in the next couple of days go with this chapter.
~Angel~
"Tin-Tin do I have to?" Alan asked aloud as he stood behind the changing screen in Tin-Tin's bedroom.
"Yes, if you want those alterations done, then you are going to need to come out so I can take measurements." Tin-Tin replied as she knelt before a large wooden box that she borrowed from her father.
"I just feel foolish in what I'm wearing." Alan replied with a childlike pout to his voice. He tensed up when the changing screen was pushed open. He bit his lip as his face lit up bright red when his girlfriend smiled at him. He felt foolish wearing what he was and he wished to any and all deities listening that Lady Penelope hadn't chosen him as her escort for the wedding she was required to attend. And why may you ask that he felt foolish in what he was wearing if it was for a wedding?
Simply put, someone who is not of Scottish descent or was used to the dress code for most weddings usually felt foolish wearing a kilt. That was why Alan was asking anybody who was listening in the heavens just why exactly he of all people was chosen by Lady Penelope to walk her down the aisle as an escort. It's not like she was the bride that needed to be given away, she was a maid of honor and when Lady Penelope refused to walk with any of the young men that were willing, the bride and groom, two people that are longtime friends of hers asked her to pick someone she deemed suitable to escort her and she'd chosen Alan. And that horrified Alan beyond belief when he learned that he'd be wearing a kilt like all the other grooms men.
His own family was invited, but they were not required to wear a kilt like Alan and the grooms men were.
"Please shoot me now." Alan asked as he eyed Tin-Tin's bedroom door, thankful that Tin-Tin's parents gave her permission to close her bedroom door if he was inside. Tin-Tin was gracious enough to preserve Alan's modesty and dignity and she'd locked her bedroom door to prevent any of Alan's brothers from entering while she was altering Alan's kilt.
"Oh hush Alan. It's not so bad. You'll just get to experience what it's like for girls when they wear skirts." Tin-Tin replied before placing a couple of pins in her mouth, holding them for easy access with her lips.
"But I don't want to. Why can't I just wear plaid board shorts? Why does it have to be a kilt?" Alan whined.
"Because that's what the bride and groom set up as the dress code. The groom is also wearing a kilt." Tin-Tin reassured. She didn't think Alan looked bad in the kilt. She thought it made him look hot. "Quit whining, you'll have fun once you get there. And honestly I don't think you look that bad. If anything I think you look sexy in a kilt."
Alan's face brightened once more and soon both Alan and Tin-Tin both were blushing a deep red. Alan because he was embarrassed wearing a kilt and Tin-Tin because of what she'd admitted to Alan. Neither teen could look at the other for several minutes before Tin-Tin cleared her throat and tried to change the subject as she leaned in close to begin mending the kilt, trying to make it the knee length required instead of calf length like it was on Alan currently.
"I can't wait until this whole ridiculous wedding is over." Alan pouted once more, before flinching when he felt a sharp stick in his lower leg. "Hey! Watch it! Those pins hurt!"
"Quit whining Alan, this is supposed to be fun. I would give anything to be part of the wedding. I've had to babysit the groom's niece before and he knows that I've talked dresses and everything décor with his fiancé. You're lucky to be a part of the wedding. They are a very influential family and the chances of you being part of a wedding of this caliber are astronomical. You are somebody, me? I'm just the servant's daughter." Tin-Tin replied before going quiet. Alan stilled as he heard what Tin-Tin just called herself and he tipped her head up with the tip of his finger when she bowed her head.
"Please, don't call yourself that. Kyrano and your mom, they aren't my family's servants. Neither are you. You three are family, just like Fermat and Brains. Who cares if we aren't all related by blood, we're still one large family and honestly I wouldn't mind wearing a kilt and looking like a freaking pansy if you were there beside me to make it bearable." Alan said softly before cupping Tin-Tin's face and kissing her tenderly.
Tin-Tin deepened the kiss when Alan knelt down on the box so he was closer to her and they only stopped when Alan tensed up. Tin-Tin pulled away, fearing that Alan was going to refuse her advances when Alan began muttering under his breath about pins and how much they hurt. She giggled at her boyfriend before she nuzzled Alan. Leaning up, she whispered in his ear; making Alan blush brightly. He pulled away to look into her eyes.
"Are you sure? We don't have to." Alan looked at her seriously. He knew the ramifications that were there if he and Tin-Tin continued down the road they were going. But damn it, the both of them were teenagers that were already having a hard time controlling their hormones. They were fifteen and honestly, they weren't getting any younger…or patient.
"Alan, the door is locked. I am protected and I couldn't be surer." Tin-Tin said as she smirked at Alan. "And honestly, seeing you in that kilt is sexier than seeing you in your boxers that one time that day my uncle attacked us all. Yes, I am positive that I want to do this and I want to do it with you…nobody else."
"What if we get caught?" Alan replied nervously, eyes darting over to the door he knew was locked.
"My parents know how long it takes to do measurements and I told them I'd be fine. What they don't know won't hurt them." Tin-Tin replied mischievously. "Besides, I was anticipating we'd be doing this and I kind of bought some things for added protection the last time I needed to go shopping."
Tin-Tin went over to her closet and bent over, enticing Alan. When she turned around, she placed a box in Alan's hand and a bottle in his other hand. Alan licked his lips nervously before nodding at his girlfriend.
"Do you think they'll work Alan?" Tin-Tin asked nervously, hoping she judged right when making her purchase.
"I have no doubts they will." Alan replied softly, feeling the seriousness hit him. They were doing this…like really doing this. "So how do we do this?"
Tin-Tin gave Alan a look before standing on her tip toes to initiate a kiss. Alan deepened the kiss, feeling Tin-Tin running her hands across his back and chest. He felt his heart beginning to race and he placed his hands on Tin-Tin's waist, pulling her with him back towards her bed. Sinking down onto the bed, Alan visibly winced when the pins that Tin-Tin had stuck in the kilt poked him again.
"Why don't we take this off for now? It'll make things a little more comfortable." Tin-Tin said before reaching behind Alan and unzipping the kilt to let it slide off and pool on the floor. Continuing their heated kissing, both Alan and Tin-Tin soon found their clothes leaving gradually and before long both Alan and Tin-Tin were laying beneath her blankets, staring at each other. Their pupils were blown wide and both had a light sheen of sweat coating their bodies.
"Are you sure you want to do this Tin-Tin? I can stop before we continue any further if you aren't comfortable." Alan replied, honestly hoping Tin-Tin wouldn't say stop. He felt himself getting too hot and bothered and he didn't know how he'd feel with Tin-Tin enticing him as much as she had only to say no and force him to take care of his problem.
"I'm sure Alan. Please, just do it." Tin-Tin said as she looked up at her boyfriend where he was hovering above her. Alan looked down at the box that sat beside them on the bed before resting more on his left arm to grab the box with his right. Opening the box, Alan retrieved one of the packages before tearing it open. Rolling off and away from Tin-Tin, Alan gestured at her to turn away from him for a moment. He'd never put one of these on before and he didn't think her laughing at him would help him to continue with what they were doing. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, let's do this." Alan said before he returned to hovering over Tin-Tin. Resting on his forearms, Alan kissed Tin-Tin.