Russian Love (Ruv x Whitty)

Chapter 27, The dress

~*Whitty's POV*~

"You want to play truth or dare?" I asked as I played with his hair. Ruv let out a chuckle as he sat up. 

"Sure," He whispered, and I cheered as I sat up. "Okay, you want to start?" He asked as he stretched with a loud pop. 

"Okay, truth or dare?" I asked. 

"Truth," Ruv smiled. 

"Alright," I thought about it for a moment before it hit me. "Do you have a maid outfit?" I asked, then Ruv's smug smile faded into a blushy expression. 

"I, um," Ruv looked down at his hands while thinking. "Hold on, let me check," He said as he stood up and walked over to the closet. 

"Alright," I said as he shuffled through the closet. 

~*Ruv's POV*~

Eventually, I found the infamous black dress with the white apron that my uncle got me as a joke when I found out that I liked Sarv. I let out a loud, audible groan as I took out the maid outfit of the closet. It was still on the cloth hanger I put it on when I moved in about two years ago. 

"Oh my god," Whitty gasped. "I didn't think you had one!" Whitty burst out laughing. I felt my face heat up. 

"S-Shut up," I grumbled as I put the maid dress back into the closet. 

"I-I'm sorry," Whitty said as he calmed down. "Alright, It's your turn," Whitty said as he pulled me down onto his lap. I let out an audible groan which caused Whitty to chuckle before putting his hand onto my cheek. 

"You're an idiot," I hissed. 

"I'm your idiot, and you're my little tsundere," Whitty whispered into my ear as he massaged my cheek. A shiver went down my back, and I pulled away from his hand. I stared at his hand for a moment, and when he started to put his hand away, I grabbed it and put it back on my cheek. 

"Keep your hand here," I whispered as I continued to hold his hand against my cheek. "Also, truth or dare?" I asked. 

"Hm, dare," Whitty answered. 

"Alright, I dare you to wear the maid dress. Also, I have a stick-on bow," I chuckled as Whitty grumbled. 

"Fine. May you please get off me?" Whitty asked. I let go of Whitty's hand got off him. I picked up the maid dress and handed it to him. 

~*15 minutes later*~

"Come on, Whitty. Come out of the bathroom. I have the bow, and I want to see what you look like," I said as I knocked on the bathroom door. 

"No!" Whitty yelled. "And give me back my pants!" 

"You're not getting your pants until I see what you look like in the dress," I said as I tossed Whitty's pants into the wash basket to hide them. 

"Well, I'm not coming out!" 

"Whitty, most of our friends already know that your gay," I giggled. 

"N-Not like that," Whitty yelled back. 

"Fine, I got your pants," I lied. Whitty opened the door slightly, and I pushed the door open and slapped the bow onto his head. "Got ya!" I laughed. Whitty lunged at me, and we fell onto the floor.