"I'm not wearing this"
"Chava"
"No way in hell"
"Chava"
She turned towards him, frowning "No".
He sighed, leaning back against the nearest wall. "We're gonna be late"
"Do I look like I care?" She fumed, striding towards the closet. "For that matter, since when do you care that we're late? We're always late! Hell, you're always running on Backstreet time." She said over her shoulder, her hands already busying themselves finding appropriate replacements for the clothes he had forced her to try on.
She bent down slightly and his lips parted on a silent groan. This dress was perfect.
He had known it as soon as he'd seen it in the shop, but now looking at her ensconced in it, he felt doubly sure.
Sweat broke out on his brow as he watched her move. Curves sheathed in black satin, her breasts nearly popping out of the loose V-neck décolleté.
He suddenly wondered why he was so insistent on going out. He could definitely imagine them staying in, his mind already picturing how he was going to undress her.
Slowly, very slowly.
Exactly as she was doing now. What? "Chava!"
She jumped at his shout, turning towards him with a dark glare. "What now?"
"You're not taking this off" Fuck, he realized what he had just said.
"Watch me" She replied, her fingers curling around the hem.
He could watch. Stay there and watch her undress. But then the plans he had made for that evening would be ruined. Decisions, decisions...
With another deep sigh, he walked towards her and stopped her movement. "Don't"
"Nick, come on. I can't go out like that"
"Why the fuck not?"
She straightened away from him, a frown now permanently etched to her face. "You know why"
"No, I don't!" He stepped towards her, gaining back the space she had, consciously or not, put between them. "I bought you this dress, baby. I wanted, no, I want to see you in it. Fuck, I have a hard-on from just staring at you!"
Eyes widening, she moved her gaze downwards until it lingered on his lap for a silent moment. Then she looked back up at his face and said "Oh".
"Yes, oh" He replied, not knowing what his next move should be. Her vibrant eyes and lightly parted lips indicated her arousal clearly. He could feel himself respond to it, his body leaning towards her on its own volition.
"No" He gulped, watching her eyes darken in confusion. "No, we're going out"
"But-"
He cut her off. "No buts. We're going"
And with this final announcement, he took her hand in his and dragged her out of their bedroom.
"Nick!" She shrieked. "Fuck, you can't-"
He stopped short in the hallway, interrupting her once again. "I can"
She let him drag her down to the car then, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Because something obviously was.
"Nick?" She attempted once more, as soon as they were safely seated inside their car.
"Baby, please" He breathed out, leaning towards her. "Trust me, okay?"
She nodded, unsure whether she could talk. Especially when his mouth met hers and she found herself moaning into his kiss.
No, being coherent was the furthest thing from her mind then.
***
An hour later and she found herself in the exact same state.
Laughter erupted around the table and she watched them all. Friends, family, brought together thanks to Nick.
She turned towards him, catching his amused smirk. Shaking her head, she moved closer to him and sighed happily when his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
"I love you" She whispered, loving the way his eyes glistened as he bent his head towards her and said "Love you too".
Just before his lips met hers, she couldn't help but add "But you're never buying me clothes again"
He paused, their faces only inches from each other. Closing his eyes for a second, he shook his head and replied "Shut up and kiss me".
And she did.