"Ne, Kish...How do I put this on?!" a loud thud could be heard as Kish entered into the dressing room. There sat his queen, tangled in cloth, on the hardwood of the floor.
"Ichigo...I told you I'd help you, didn't I?!" running over, Kish quickly bent down, gently yet hastily undoing all of the tangles of cloth.
"Thanks so much, Kish." smiling up at him in warm, tender gratitude, Ichigo's eyes fell on the golden pools that were Kish's own.
"So, how'd you get so tangled up in the first place, Ichigo?!" chuckling lightly, he leaned back, eying his queen longingly.
There she was, barely clothed, wearing only a simple silky white slip and matching undergarments. Her flowing, elegant crimson locks cascaded down her neck, having been undone from the binds that held them. Her eyes, a soft cocoa, shone in nervous embarrassment. Her smooth, fair skin, flawless in the light that broke through the clouds and into the window, seemed to faintly sparkle with the rest of her.
Though, that wasn't, at all, the last thing he noticed. Though, it WAS something he kept in mind. No, the last thing that caught his attention was the familiar mixture of strawberries and roses that emanated from her aura.
"I-I was trying to put on the dress, but I ended up putting it on backwards. I hadn't a clue, so I tried fastening the ribbons. Turns out, I slipped while walking. I tripped over the stool." blushing brightly, while also rubbing the back of her head in nervous anticipation, she dared look back up at Kish, only to find him laughing.
"Oh, it's alright, Ichigo! Here, I'll help you." reaching over, he straightened the dress and tied the ribbons with ease. The way he did it, it looked quite easy. She knew though, from her previous experience, that it was anything but.
"Th-thanks! How d-does it look?" standing to her full height, leaving Kish kneeling on the floor, she proceeded to spin around in the mirror, allowing the dress to sway side to side as well.
The dress was a deep shade of red, darker than blood, yet it remained a glowing pure red still. It was Victorian French Gothic, of course, seeing the times, and was fastened elegantly in the front by a silky black corset string. The hems too consisted of the fine black silk. Even on the neck, which ventured pretty far down, having only halted at the very edge of the bosom.
Needless to say, when Kish had seen it, his jaw had hit the floor. So, stepping back cautiously, he covered his trembling lips with his shaking hand and made no move to conceal his blush.
"You like? It's pretty elegant, yeah, but I don't think this will really handle for every day use. I mean, it's pretty tough, getting stains out of silk and satin." examining the trim once more, she added, "If I may, I might be able to construct a dress just as elegant, with a high tolerance to day to day use, that is very easily cleaned! May I use some fabric then?"
Meeting his eyes with her own, so innocent and true, the words simply slipped from his mouth, without him realizing. Not that he was in any hurry to stop her though. For he had seen what she'd been capable of, while at her home. That wedding dress was beautiful! The most lovely gown he'd ever seen.
Though, he had more a preference to black, fluttering gowns however.
"Sure! Later on though, because right now, I'm going to sleep. I've shown you around the castle, and now I need to sleep." blushing madly, he was quick to run from the room.
"Um...Kish, are you blushing, by any chance?" a small smirk crossed her beautiful lips as she stepped forward, coming ever closer to him. In response, he stepped back swiftly, not wanting to be tempted.
"N-no! I-I just need to take deep breaths! I-I'm going to sleep now! You know the way to the room by now, so just come there when your done. It's right across the hall-" suddenly, he was stopped. Glancing down nervously, he gasped.
There, holding onto his arm, was Ichigo, so innocent and sweet. With pleading eyes, she added, "Do you need blood, by chance? If so, you are welcome to take mine...Or, is it something more?" grinning darkly now, she stepped forward further, wrapping her arms around him. "You really shouldn't be that afriad of me. Honestly, it's fine. We're about to be married, so it's ok for you to have those feelings."
After gently patting him on the cheek, she leaned up and placed a light kiss on his lips before stepping back. "Have a good sleep then, Kish."
"I really am sorry, Ichigo. It's just that, I have to make certain nothing goes wrong, and no one will interfere. Maybe another time though." his face was stern and sorrowful as the words escaped his lips, yet his eyes, golden pools of deep emotion, shone bright with longing desire and yearning. "Goodnight, my princess..."
Leaning down to her level, he covered her lips with his own, allowing his pent up passion to escape and run free, only for a while, however. The kiss was deep, powerful, sweet. As he wrapped her in his arms, bringing her body to rest entirely on his own, he further deepened the kiss.
Fortunately, his bride to be wasn't showing any sign of complaint. In fact, she had welcomed his kiss with one of her own. It was when he had felt his fangs elongate that he pulled back. He hadn't meant to go that far at that time.
He knew that if he continued, then his primal instinct would be to bite and Claim her. He had to make sure she was safe first, before that would happen.
Ichigo, sensing his fear, understood and calmly pulled back, now staring him in the eyes. Her own shinning bright with love and tender care.
"It's fine, Kish. Goodnight." walking him to the door, she insisted on staying up for a while longer and starting the dress. So, disappointed, Kish agreed and walked out, into the hall.
"If you need me, I'm right across the hall." waving goodnight, he then turned and entered the room. From there, both doors could be heard shutting softly.
All the room was silent as she walked over to some cloth and a sewing box and began.