I was hoping leaving my office would remove the feeling of dread. But in Fact, it only got bigger when I entered Master room to find her bed surrounded by magazines. ...What the hell is this? The feeling got worse as I got closer as I noticed what kind of magazines they were.

WHY DOES SHE HAVE THESE?!

"Uh...uh" I couldn't even form words as I stared toward her. "...oh, hello Nemo..." She looked annoyed. Someone clearly brought these to her. I had a feeling I knew who it was too. "Habetrot was here...wasn't she?" I knew the answer but I asked anyways. "She came to get my measurements but also wanted to know what kind of wedding dress I wanted." I quickly lost my footing when I heard that. How did this get so out of control so quickly?! "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." I quickly apologized to her. "I told her I didn't know so she dropped all these magazines here for me to look through. Said she would ask me again in two weeks." she was super annoyed.

Shit crap...ugh what do I do?!

"Is there a reason why they think we are getting married, Nemo?"

"I said we aren't ready when she asked!" In truth she still hasn't told me if she even wanted too. "So just didn't listen..." most likely after what she made me do yesterday in the mess hall didn't help the rumors. I could hear myself cussing inside my head over and over again.

But...at the same time...

I peeked up at her. She clearly wasn't fully against it. She was looking through one of my magazines. "..." was I being too hopefully? Or was she doing this just to mess with me? "Nemo." she still sounded annoyed just speaking to me. "Umm...yes?" she looked at me. "Tell me what kind of dress would I look good in? ~" She was just teasing me now.

"D-Don't ask me that!" I couldn't hide my blush when she asked me that. "Long or short sleeves?" I groaned at her question. "Sara...please." I begged her. "Long or short dress?" she didn't stop. "Sara...please I'm begging you." I groaned loudly pressing my head against her bed again. I think at this point. Its clearly she loves teasing me. In truth I hate it...but at the same time...she gives me a lot of attention when she does. I can't lie...I do like the attention.

She was still looking through one of the magazines. I crawled onto the bed wrapping my arms around her waist. In truth we both knew this problem wouldn't just go away. If anything it will clearly just get bigger. "You clearly aren't fully against the idea..." I whispered to her. "I never said I was." She whispered back to me. Just hearing her say that made me very happy.

I rubbed my head against her back. "So, what kind of dress should I tell her?" Without a doubt she wasn't getting out of that no matter what. "Whatever you want. You will look good in any of them anyways..." I whispered back to her. I'm sure I was bright red and so was she. "If-If nothing else it can't be white." She plainly told me. "Why not?" I truly wanted to see her in a white dress.

"Because someone can't keep something in his pant." I panicked a bit when she said that. "um...uh..." she wasn't wrong. In truth I couldn't help myself. It felt so nice when we...ugh. I stopped myself quickly. If I get worked up now, I knew what would happen.

I quickly tried to change the subject. "I think she brought you too many magazines..." I whispered to her. "...I didn't know they made this many even." She whispered back to me. "I still would like to see you in a white dress..." I mumbled to her. "N-Nemo..." I was being honest with her. My hands left her waist and reached up at her chest. "H-Hey..." I quickly flipped her onto her back and started to kiss her. My hands on the other hand were feeling up her chest. She pulled her lips from mine glared at me, "Hey...knock it off." I smiled at her. She was blushing heavy at me. "I told you before I like them~" I gave them a squeeze.

"Nemo!" I quickly when after her neck. In truth all this talk about getting her a dress made me a bit excited, and she knew it. "Ugh...you idiot knock it off...!" She cried. "You say...that but...you are clearly reacting to me~" She clearly never hated this. Even if she would never admit it. I captured her lips again not letting her go. She was so cute like this too. Her embarrassment against her face i wanted to see it more.

In truth...I knew how to get her excited now too. I just have to make her super embarrassed~ That wasn't hard to do at all~ My hands were digging under her cloths. "Ugh...you idiot..." she sighed heavy under my touch. "...if I didn't know anything better, I would say you are liking this~" I teased her. "O-Of course not you idiot!" She will never admit it to me. "I guess I'll have to try harder~" I reached for her lower half. "N-Nemo no!" She cried as I started to touch her down there. "Ugh..." I was loving the face she was making.

She was ready~ "Are you ready? ~" I asked her. but she couldn't even get words out. "Ugh..." I gave her a kiss and quickly took her. She moaned as I did. I couldn't help but grin, "You feel so good...~" She cling onto me. "Idiot...Idiot! you still can't keep it in your pants!" she cried against me. "Of course not~ why should I when I could keep it in you?~" I whispered back to her in a flirting matter. "ahhh...you idiot!" I can't get enough of this. "I love you...~" I whispered into her ear giving her another kiss.

"Ahh...Nemo..."

"Babe...~"

I held her against me afterward. She was still annoyed with me if not even more so. "Idiot..." she mumbled to me. "...I thought you would feel good from it~" I was still somewhat flirting with her. "..." She was always super embarrassed when we did that. I peaked at her lips. "Nemo..." I rubbed my face against her shoulder. "You are so cute when you are embarrassed." I told her. In truth I could easier take her again. I always felt it wasn't enough. I wanted more...much more. "We could always go again~"

"NO!" she was fully against it. "If not, I can...touch your chest more? ~"

"...Nemo." she was getting mad now. "I told you I like them~" In truth i like every bit of her body. I just had two favorite parts. "Are you sure you didn't switch with Noah?" did I sound that flirty? "Nope~ just me~" I smiled at her. Not that it would matter. We both would have wanted the same thing. "You know...maybe you should start not wearing a bra around me~ it's kind of in the way~" She was glaring at me. "That's not happening..." she plainly told me. "But...it's easier to touch them when you don't have one on~" I started to rub them a bit. "See? so much easier like this~" She was blushing at me.

"You are being too handy again..."

"Maybe a tank top than you can't wear a bra~"

"You just want something easy to pull up..."

"Yes, I do~" I gave her a kiss. "Nemo...I think that's enough..." I ignored her and kept on feeling up her chest. "I don't want to stop..." I whispered to her. I had an idea. "How about this? ~ I'll stop touching them if we do it again~" She knew I was worked up. "...how can you be this worked up?" most likely because i been touching you so much. ~ "maybe because someone has a nice body~" She has a heavy blush on her face. "...we aren't doing it again." she plainly told me. "Then let me touch these a bit more~" In truth I doubt I would calm down any time soon sense I was touching her so much. "Pervert."

"Only when it comes to you...~" She will never admit it. But she likes when I touch her chest. She always blushes heavy when I do. "I love you, Sara~" I whispered giving her another kiss. In truth it was weird I got worked up over this. But the idea of her having a wedding dress just got to me. Maybe because it just felt like I was getting closer this way. Closer to really having her as my wife.