DRESS UP

[shtteredprnces]

DRESS UP

Blaise Zabini by Amorentia  Sara Black by shtteredprnces

We had spent the better part of the afternoon cleaning up Sara's scrapes and bruises before soaking in a hot tub together, so that I could spoil her a bit before her birthday party. As I was tying my tie, Sara came around the corner holding a stack of clothes and accessories saying, "Here you go, Gorgeous."

"What is this?" I asked looking down at the pile of lawn clothes and accessories she held in her hands.  

"What your wearing for my party,"  Sara said in her sweet voice. "Consider it my present.  You have to relax and slum with the rest of us."

At first I almost laughed, thinking my girl was such a kidder. I'd already given her the blue diamond earrings as her present. The way she batted her eyelashes with a grin told me she was not kidding. "You're serious?"

"I am," she said laughing. Then she pouted a little in that irresistible way begging, "Please?  It's not like I'm asking for leather chaps...their even designer!" Her fingers played on the tags.

Not knowing what to say I looked over the faded jeans and tee shirts. Reading the tags I saw they were indeed designer. There were bracelets, belts, glasses... accessories? My eyes pleaded "really"? Sara batted her angle wing lashed. Seeing the orange baseball cap I asked, "Sara, what does the T even stand for?"

Giggling she wrapped her arms around my waist knowing she won as she said, "Taken."

Chuckling to myself, I looked over my new party clothes knowing I was going to be uncomfortable all night. My girl was adorable. If it made her happy. Taking the clothes, I laid them out neatly in front of me to start changing, "I love you, you know that, right?"

Blowing me a tempting kiss she said, "I do, and I love you, too." From the closet she called to me, "Can you help me pick out something to wear?  I finally got my figure back, I wanna look cute for my birthday!"

"Sure, sweetheart."  I said as I re-hung up the clothes I was wearing, using my wand to take out the wrinkles. "What do you have in mind?"

Right as I put on the new shirt,  Sara came out with a dress and a smile, "Hows this?"

Seeing Sara's cleavage puffing out from the cut out of the dress, my eyes got wide. I tried to look the dress over, but my eyes couldn't resist stopping at the generous window inside of the dress. "I love it." I told her as gently as I could "But darling, that's a whole lot of you poking out the dress in the middle. Is that even going to stay up? Jump once and see if it falls."

Sara laughed, holding up her wand saying slowly, "Self sticking charm sweetheart." Shaking her head, she went back in the closet. I breathed a sigh of releif that she wasn't pressing that dress as an issue. That would have made the word discomfort for this night a massive understatement.

"Do I have to wear every bracelet?" I asked.

"No, you don't have to wear the bracelets." Sara said as she appeared in the doorway with one hand on the door frame and the other on her hip looking... well... incredible.

"Where did the whole front of the shirt go?" I asked, if it could even be called a shirt.

"It's supposed to look like this, gorgeous, it's sexy..." Sara said using her persuasive smile.

"Sweetheart, it's sexy as hell. For me." I explained. "Here at home." Walking over I wanted to see if there was a compromise. I tried to pull the pants up and the shirt closed. "The fabric won't even touch. Darling, your too..." My hands wrapped around her breast feeling the brilliance of the silk about her softness. "Well endowed for a shirt like this." With a smile I looked up at her, my mind going fuzzy from the feel of her buxom chest in my hands. It made me so glad the "Born Again Virgin" project didn't start till morning. Suddenly my mind pictures us like this in the bar with all the perverted men of Great Hallow having the same thoughts about my girls as this shirt inspired. Shaking my head I told her a very clear, "No, no... no way you're wearing that out of this room." Taking a deep breath to clear my head, I smacked her taunt rear saying, "Next outfit."

Stopping me in my tracks, she giggled while she stripped off the shirt. "I'll leave it here for later.." Looking at me she licked her lights lightly saying, "Damn, gorgeous, you look so hot in those jeans...". This party better wrap up quickly. We had a lot to work out before morning.

While she changed I messed around with the hat trying to find a way to wear it where I wouldn't look stupid. In the end I figure backwards with Sara's "T" for "Taken" in the front was as good or bad as any other other way. From the closet I heard Sara ask, "This one?"

That's when I realized somehow since moving in I'd seriously neglected paying attention to Sara's wardrobe. Though she was wearing it as a dress, the line of the "skirt" lingered dangerously close on the edge of exposing what all that was not supposed to be exposed. That was without moving. "Aren't there pants?" I asked. "Darling, I'm pretty sure there are supposed to be pants to go with that."

Rolling her eyes Sara defended, "Calvin Klein says it's a dress"

"Maybe he'll come to your party wearing it." I smiled. "He might be short enough that it doesn't show his matching panties every time he takes a step forward."

"Smartass. That's so wrong," Sara unzipped her dress going back  in to change. Then she really did it. Coming out of the closet she was sporting this dress. Some dress. A dress that was.....

With the girls popping out of the top, I could see right through her put on innocent grin as she said, "This is PERFECT."

Several times my mouth tried to form words without actually being able to finish them. After stumbling over a couple of words I took a deep breath trying to be rational. It might be with one stipulation, "Are you wearing a jacket?"

"No, that would ruin the look," Sara smiled sweetly. "It won't show my panty line."

Then something in my memory jogged. "Wait, is that the dress from Reg's birthday? That's the...hell no." My hands went to my hips. Not the dress the Banshee Witch gave her for Reg's birthday. Too many people saw too many things the day she wore that dress for the first time. "I can't believe you even still have that. It's hot.. but... " Shaking my head, I took another look before laughing at myself as she dropped the top right to the floor while she bit her lip with a smile.

"Fine," she sighed disappointed. If she wasn't the guest of honor needed to kick off the party, I would have her put it back on so we could make some new memories for that dress.

Coming out again, this time she told me, "Ok, if this isn't good, I might just wear a paper bag?"

"That's perfect." I smiled. It was sexy but not so much I knew I'd be hexing people all night. It highlighted her best assets in a way I knew I could take my eyes off of her without worrying about who was going to "bump" into her next. Taking her in my arms to press a kiss to her lips I told her, "And very sexy."

Kissing me back, her hands rubbed up the tee shirt saying in a low moan, "You might look a little too sexy in that. Maybe you should only wear it in here for me." Sara formed her face in an imitation of one of my scowls.

My hands slid down her silly ass as I cupped hold of her backside asking, "Do I need to change too?"

Shaking her head at me, she said. "Please don't." Standing on her tip toes she kissed me lightly saying, "I kinda like the way it makes me want to attack you." The way her eyes raked over my body made me want to get a time tuner to go back a couple of hours so we had more time. Then she moved off announcing, "I have one more."

"I really thank that last one was it." I told her a bit concerned. We came to an agreement. There was no way of knowing what she would come out with next. "I won't change if you won't."

As she laughed from the closet I could hear clothes dropping and alot of fumbling around.

"If you really hate this one," Sara called to me. "You can change yours."

Something in me prayed for a moment it was something completely disagreeable so I could change back into my comfortable button up with slacks. But I thought better of it. "I'm good. If you like it's I'm good. It's you're birthday, sweetheart. I want to make you happy."

She poked her head around the side of the door saying, "I love it when your so agreeable." The ouch she said after she disappeared back in the closet made me chuckle. There was no clue what my girl could come up with in that adorable mind of hers. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Do you need help?"

"No no...I almost got it." Sara sacheted out of the closet.  "Ok, I really like this one...you ready?"

It took a couple of times of blinking before my brain caught up with the reactions my body was already having. The party could wait. A slow grin spread over my face as I soaked in how delicious she looked. "Is it my birthday now?"

Walking across the room with a sultry smile, she pushed me down on the bed, before moving to straddle me asking, "Does that mean you like this one?"

The breath was catching in my chest as my hands closed around her small waist pulling her on me. Tilting her back I kissed over the amble cleavage playing about the blue satin corset actually forgetting where it was we were supposed to be going. Pulling her close to me, I looked in her eyes greedily saying, "I love this one."

With her lips on mind my hands detaled the silk of her neglegie all the way down to her bare bottom around her thong.

Moaning, Sara laughed. "I'll make you a deal." With the way she moved against me, I knew her negotiation skills where on point. "You wear more stuff like this." The way her hands rubbed over my thighs made my whole body tight as she continued, "And I'll wear more like this." I watched as her hand ran up her own side. Everything with Sara was a compromise. But with outcomes like this, it kept me pretty flexible. This one I was definitely coming out on the better end of this deal. Then it hit me. Wait, tomorrow morning we're not having sex anymore until the wedding. If I agreed she could keep me in jeans and tee shirts daily as she strutted around the house in hot numbers like this when I wasn't allowed to touch her.

"After the wedding." I stipulated. "After the wedding, it's a deal."

Laughing she wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning forward to bite my lip playfully asking, "When is the damn wedding again?"

"When do you want it to be?" I asked her. My proposal showed me I could move mountains when I needed to for her. "From now on you set the date, and I'll be there. I was ready to marry you yesterday."

"Four weeks?" Sara breathed as my hands trailed over her curves again. "Does that give us enough time to plan?" As she nibbled my neck, my hands wound in her hair to give me access to suck the soft skin of her neck.

"I'll be there." I told her picking her up to lay her on the bed.

"Your gonna help right?" The way she opened her legs to wrap them around my waist around his waist gave her complete negotiation leverage to get just about anything she wanted.

Unclasping her corset one hook at a time I kissed down her breast that were slowly becoming exposed moaning, "Uhhuh..."

Seeing the slow progress I was making, Sara laughed moving her hands down to help me asking, "Was that a yes?"

Reaching over I forgot I left my wand on the dresser. There were way too many difficult hooks on this top. I wanted my face in Sara's breasts now. Laughing together we both struggled with it till finally it opened, us both sighing, before I smiled answering before diving into her skin,  "I'll help you with everything you need darling."

Reaching up Sara started pulling off my bracelets. Then went the sunglasses and hat. It took her a moment, where I actually had to lean up for her to get the belt off. By the time the shirt was off Sara sighed, "Gawd...so many clothes."

Meanwhile I was working on trying to slide off her panties around the thigh highs held up by yet more hooks thinking panties with these were just a cruel trick. There was no way to slide them off. I have half a mind just to push them to the side as I agreed, "I know! How the hell you do take these off?"

"Now you know what the ouch was about," Sara reached down trying to help with the other leg, still laughing, "Are you sure you want me to wear more stuff like this?"

Putting my face into her porcelain skin, all I wanted was the intimacy of being as close to her, as much inside of her, as I could possible achieve. "I'll just remember to grab my wand neck time."

Finally we were both undresse., Sara said with relief. "Got it, not a problem."

Diving into the pools of her chestnut brown eyes, our bodies melded rendering me incapable of speech. The only thought that played over and over in my mind feeling her skin wrapped everywhere around me was, bringing me unmeasurable pleasure was, Merlin, there are no words for how much I love this woman