Crazy In Love | Buggy

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Time flew by quickly, as it always seemed to do. Before I knew it, a day and night had both passed, as had the next day. Now, Buggy's surprise was ever closer.

In the bathroom, I showered, alone. Having Buggy in the room with me only slowed me down. We seemed to get distracted around one another. I dried my hair, choosing to wear it down. I applied light make-up, feeling unsure of myself. I hadn't worn make-up (besides clown make-up) since I had gone on this journey with Buggy.

Ironically, I felt as if I looked like a clown wearing it, but such a beautiful dress felt as if it needed some make-up to go with it. I even wore red lipstick, which didn't help with the feeling of being a clown.

The dress fit like a glove, seeming to compliment my curvy figure perfectly. I couldn't help but admire my reflection in the mirror. I felt sexy, for once.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I found Buggy sat on the bed, seemingly waiting for me. He was wearing the suit that I had picked out for him. There was something about us wearing clothes we had picked out for one another that felt incredibly romantic.

Plus, we had both done good jobs at picking for one another. We made a good-looking couple.

His long blue hair, he had left loose and flowing. I forgot how long his hair really was sometimes.

Buggy's face lit up when he saw me. I could tell that it was genuine affection. Nobody had ever looked at me like that, just Buggy.

"You..." he began, but seemed to lose his train of thought.

His eyes swept over my body, and he bit down at his lip as if to stop himself from saying something.

It all left me feeling very... exposed. I felt my cheeks glow red from embarrassment but also from excitement. I liked that I still seemed to have an impact on him. My biggest fear had been him getting bored of me, but he seemed just as excited by me as he always had been.

"You?" I questioned, walking over to him. "You what -?"

Suddenly, he grabbed a hold of my waist, pulling me down onto his lap. If I had been red and embarrassed before, that was nothing compared to how I was now.

"You," he said, with emphasis. "Look unbelievable. You should dress like that more often."

I laughed at that. "What? On the ship?"

He shrugged. "You're right, it would be a bit impractical. Plus, we'd get nothing done because I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you."

When he said that, I became acutely aware of his hands on my waist. They felt boiling hot, as if they were scalding my skin. I wanted so desperately for them to move, move lower...

I pressed my lips to his, gently. But, to my surprise, he pulled back.

"What's wrong?"

"I think we should wait until after. I mean, you put all that effort into your make-up, I don't want to ruin it."

The disappointment I felt was measurable, however, I knew he was right. We were still as passionate as we had always been. If he did anything more, my make-up would be all over his face, all over his body, and God knows where else.