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Buttons Davenport - Seamstress

"Hey Buttons!" I smile a sickly sweet smile- the kind that always means I need something -at him as I walk into his bedroom. We're hanging out today, and I need his help.

He narrows his eyes at me and says "I swear, if you need me to sew that same costume up one more time, I will slap you right to God's doorstep"

"Look, it was an accident! It was only a few buttons on a dress this time!" I say, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

He rolls his eyes and says "I'm not your personal seamstress"

"But you know I can't sew!! And you're good at sewing!!" I pout

His annoyed look fades, and he says "I can't stay annoyed at you"

I smile, walking over to where he's sitting, giving him a hug and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

His face goes all red and I giggle.

"Is it the same dress?" He asks

"No, thank god. It's Elphies black dress that Glinda gives her. The one with the buttons up the top." I tell him.

"Thank goodness. I could not sew that dress again." He sighs.

"Yeahh we've decided it's not getting used again til the show goes on sooo"

"Oh thank god"

I giggle again.

I hand him the black dress, and he glances at the damage.

"Oh, yeah, i could have that fixed pretty quickly" He says.

"Good! I need it done by Monday, so no rush." I tell him.

"I'll work on it Sunday after you leave, for now, let's just hang out" He says.

"Ok!" I smile, and he stands up from his desk, moving over to his bed.

I follow suit, and jump on his bed like I have since we were kids.

I hear him laugh a bit before laying down beside me. I turn over to face him, and he does the same so we face each other.

I prop my head up on my hand, my elbow resting on his bed.

He mimics my actions dramatically, and for a third time since I've been here, I giggle.

I scoot a little closer to him, and he does the same. We keep doing this until our bodies are fully pressed against one another.

The arm that isn't supporting his head wraps around me, pulling me impossibly closer.

I don't fully realize what I'm doing when I kiss him.

He lays down fully, pulling me on top of him.

We break the kiss because of this little bitch called oxygen.

"I don't know why I did that, but it sure as hell felt good" I say, still on top of/straddling him.

"Yeah...it did...wanna do it again?" He asks

I lean down and connect our lips again without a moments hesitation.