Twisted

9

December 5, 1983

"STEVIE!" Lindsey called throughout the house. She was loomed over the island in the kitchen eating an apple. Her hair in curlers. Eliza would be there shortly and she told her under no certain circumstances was to be dressed and she had to have her hair in curlers. So there Stevie was with pop can curlers in her hair, and a white short silk bathrobe slowly started to open and fall off of her shoulders. 

"WHAT!" She calls through a mouthful of apple. It wasn't overly lady like but she was behind closed doors and she wasn't in her official queen capacity yet. 

Lindsey had zoned in on where she was so he entered the kitchen, "What is the dress code for this shindig today?"

"Our engagement pictures?" She cocks an eyebrow.

"Yes, our engagement pictures." He rolls his eyes

"Well, royal attire. I'm going to be wearing a ball gown, and the royal photographer wants you in a four piece suit." She explains.

"I don't think I own a four piece suit." He goes behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, causing her to stand up and lean back into his chest as he squeezed her hips.

"Pants, vest, suit jacket, button down. But, I have a vision and it might not go over well." Stevie sighs.

"What's your vision?" He asks.

"I want you to wear a pair of jeans, those tight ones...and I want you to wear that teal button down that brings out your eyes. And I want a brown suit jacket over your shoulders." She tells him.

"You're the queen. They have to listen to you." He turns her around and sits her on the counter. 

"I guess you're right." She sighs grabbing his belt loops and pulling him forward. He was wearing a different pair of jeans and a teeshirt at the moment. 

"Can Tucker be in them?" Lindsey asks.

"I don't see why not...why do you ask?" Stevie inquires.

"Well because he has a matching bowtie collar." Lindsey smirks.

"To your teal shirt?" She gasps.

"Yeah it was a joke gift from my sister in law." He tells her.

"It'll look so great against his black fur." She gasps. 

"It does look kinda good on him." He chuckles. 

"Lindsey..." She says after a moment.

"hmm?" He asks.

"Will you kiss me?" She asks.

Lindsey just smiles at her and then he kisses her. "I'm telling you, you're going to lose the bet." He says between kisses. 

"Mmm, nope...didn't say I was in love with you, I just like giving and getting kisses from you." 

He smirks and then kisses her again. They make out for who knows how long before they hear a throat clear in the doorway of the kitchen. 

"Eliza..." Stevie whines as soon as she and Lindsey break apart. 

"Yep, come on let's go." She states.

Stevie pouts, as Lindsey helps her off of the counter and then Stevie begrudgingly follows Eliza upstairs. 

"What was that about?" Eliza asks when they're tucked safely in the closet working on Stevie's hair.

"God Liza, he's huge..." Stevie bites her lip.

"What?" She gasps.

"He's a grower not a shower, and when he grows oh it feels so good. He fits me perfectly." 

"You guys finally did it." 

"Yeah, the night he officially moved in." She nods.

"So you would've fucked each other on that counter if I hadn't of walked in?" She asks.

"I don't know, maybe...we've been so busy we haven't done it since that night, but it was glorious all the same." Stevie explains

"I bet. He looks like it would be." 

"Eliza." She scolds.

"I'm just saying, you lucked out and there's probably so many young bachelorettes that are so mad at you because you snagged him." Eliza points out.

"He is kinda cute." Stevie shrugs.

"Who?" Lindsey walks into the closet to grab the out that Stevie wanted him to wear. 

"Tucker." Stevie points to the dog that was at her feet.

"He is kinda cute." Lindsey smirks. "TUCK, Potty." 

The dog perked up and then rose to his feet before following Lindsey out of the closet. "Alright m'lady let's get you in your dress." 

"You know Eliza, the only really good thing about getting married as the queen is that I get to have three wedding dresses." Stevie points out.

"That is true." Eliza nods. 

The dress that Stevie was wearing for her engagement photos was a lace fitted gown with a boxy neckline. There was a gold belt at her waist which kept a tule overskirt in place. On her feet she was wearing a pair of gold sparkly platform sandals and her hair fell in lose curls down her back. 

"And you are ready to go." Eliza smiles.

"And I really hope Lindsey is." Stevie nods.

"I'm sure he is." Eliza nods as a knock came at the door.

"Come in." Stevie calls.

"The picture guy and Mick are here." Lindsey states as tucker follows him inside the closet to pick up the stuffed duck that he had left there. 

"Oh my goodness. Look at you." Stevie squats down to examine Tucker and his little teal bowtie.

He sits and lets her scratch at his chest, his duck in his mouth his bow tie proudly on display. 

When she stands up she makes her way over to Lindsey and adjusts his shirt. He had it buttoned all of the way and she unbuttoned the top two buttons. 

"If I get in trouble..." He trails off.

"I'm the queen." Stevie smirks kissing him and leading him down the stairs. 

The first picture they take is in the study. Lindsey's sitting on a brown leather couch with books as their background. Stevie is also sitting on the couch, but she's tucked under Lindsey's arm and her legs are thrown over the side so her feet aren't on the floor. The second picture they take  is out in the garden. There's one where they're both sitting on the bench Stevie's head on his shoulder. There's one where they're just walking. There's one where Lindsey is squatted down. Stevie's sitting on the bench and Tucker is next to Lindsey in their matching bowties. There's one where Lindsey and Stevie are both kissing Tucker's cheeks. There's one of Stevie and Lindsey holding each other against a background of flowers and in the same spot there's one of them kissing. They take some fun pictures by the tree in their living room and then they call it a day. The pictures would be released to the press in about 48 hours and in the possession of Lindsey and Stevie in 24.