Perception

Part 68

***The dress above is the closest I could find to what I pictured. As always, this is unedited. Remember to vote/comment. :)

Gabriel POV

I'm pacing like crazy waiting for Trouble to get out of her bath. Vic and Kota think I'm being ridiculous, but they don't know what the fuck I went through to find a dress to fit Trouble without her actually being present. Well, Vic does, but that doesn't count. He just wandered around behind me as I flew from store to store searching out something that would fit, and be fitting for Sang.

She steps out of the enormous bathroom holding up the front of her gown, with a full blush across her cheeks extending down her neck and shoulders.

"Meanie, can you help zip me up?" she asks shyly. She's so fucking cute acting all bashful like that when I've seen her in less. I quickly force my thoughts away from those instances, as none of them were of our choosing.

"Of course, Trouble. Scoot on back in there. I have to do your hair and makeup, too," I tell her, waving my hands in a shooing motion. She quickly steps back and hides behind the partially open door.

"Let me see what the holdup is. This dress has a side zipper, so if it's being a little shit, I'm glad you called me in instead of forcing it and ripping it," I say conversationally as I walk around her. 

"Oh, um. Well, it's not that. I guess the angle is weird, and I maybe should have been doing different stretching exercises or something," she ends in a mumble.

"What's that supposed to mean, Trouble? You're young, and that angle shouldn't be hard for you to..." I trail off realizing why she couldn't twist her torso with ease. "Your ribs still giving you trouble, Trouble?" I ask quietly, feeling my energy drain.

"Just a little. I can do almost everything, but like I said, I haven't been twisting like that. I think everything tightened up or something," she tells me, pushing her fingertips to her lower lip nervously.

"Fuck, Trouble. There's nothing to be nervous about! It's not your fault. There's only one person to blame. Doc," I tell her making my eyes go wide and smiling. She rewards me with musical giggles, and I gently pull her into a hug.

"This dress is amazing, Meanie!" Sang whispers into my neck. Electricity zings down my spine as her breath tickles the tiny hairs at my collar line. Little Gabe wakes up and wants to play with Trouble, but I don't think Kota and Vic would be too happy with the delay my trouser snake is begging me to have.

I lick her cheek and whisper 'mine' then step back to watch her green eyes sparkle as she wipes my saliva off while giggling. I quickly survey her form, appreciating how her delicate bone structure and smooth, pale skin looks with the cut and color of the dress. Gently nudging her arm away, I lean in close to see where the zipper is stuck. The teeth are grasping a small amount of fabric, so I pull down on the zipper while holding the edge of the dress. Trouble's skin prickles with goosebumps at the light brush of my knuckles, and she holds her breath until I've pulled the zipper back up.

Here's the moment of truth; whether the dress fits well or not, I searched out the best style and size from memory alone, and this is what caused my anxiety before. I step back a few paces, then look at the full-body fit of the dress. As I had hoped, it's perfect for my Trouble. Unfortunately time's a-wasting, so I can't allow myself to bask in my fucking glory.

"Alright, Trouble. Wear this," I tell her as I hand her the light robe to wear over her outfit. I have to quickly do her hair and makeup, then make sure Vic has on the right fucking shoes and shit before Kota drives him to the venue.