The Adventures Of Plushia

Episode 3: the hotel pt.1

Y/n pov:
The low hum of the motorcycle slowly makes me drift off to sleep, resting my head on the shoulder of Plushia. He hums the same tune he was singing last night. I wrap my arms around his strong torso and sigh into his ear.
"What's up, mea columba?"
"Nothing, just tired." I reply, looking around at the scenery flying by us.
"You can sleep on my shoulder, dulcis." He strokes my hands softly, "the ghouls are driving at the moment." I look past him to see one ghoul on the handlebar, shouting directions and two either side in control of steering. I chuckle softly.
"I love you." I whisper softly.
"I know you do." He whispers back. I slowly drifting off to sleep with the sound of plushia's breathing and the low murmur of the motorcycle. His breathe sounded deep but soft at the same time, like a cold breeze on a warm autumn day. Suddenly, right as I'm about to fall asleep, plushia's hand on my thigh, I feel a jerk. I'm about to fall off the motorcycle! I feel a strong hand violently grab my waist and hoist my back onto the saddle. It was plushia, saving my life AGAIN. Once I'm back on the motorcycle, stunned.
He says to me, "Can't you keep yourself on the seat, mi Bella? God I love you but you're clumsy." I laugh in disbelief and trace his back with my finger. He strokes my thigh tenderly, and before i know it I'm asleep again.

"Hey, darling. We're here now."
I wake up to these words, and the soft touch of skin on my forehead.
"5 more minutes..." I mumble, still stirring from my sleep. Plushia laughs gently, and slowly lifts me up and carries me into the hotel room. Hey carefully lays me down on the white, rose covered bed.
"I have a small surprise for you." He walks into the closet, and brings out a velvet red dress. I gasp at the sight of it; with a low cut neck and satin roses lining one side of it.
"Oh, Plushia, you shouldn't have!" I hug him tightly.
"No, no it's not a problem. Now, put it on. We're going somewhere special tonight." He winks at me before disappearing off into the bathroom. I pull on the dress, careful not to crease it. It feels soft and comfortable. I look at myself in the vanity mirror. It hugs my hips and emphasises my waist and chest. Somehow, I look beautiful for once. There's a bag of makeup on the vanity. I might as well put it to use. I brush on a bit of foundation, before painting my eyes a crimson red and adding a large wing of black eyeliner. I paint my lips a black shade and pucker them in the mirror.

Plushia exits the bathroom, wearing a red suit matching my dress. His hat has clearly been discarded and he has slicked back his hair and styled his moustache. A smell of posh axe body spray fills the room, along with the scent of Plushia. I feel butterflies arise in my stomach, just looking at him makes me feel like I'm in some sort of shitty rom-com.
"Oh my, mi bella, you look beautiful like that." He holds out his hand. "Shall we leave now?" I take it excitedly.
Perhaps I can be happy again.