Cress stood, looking at the mirror. Her pale skin contrasting her black clothes, or the small fabric that cover her body which the woman say "perfect clothes". The black bodice wrap around her, bare shoulders and some net like tight fabric on her legs.
The woman at the shop promised her the best birthday for Thorne if she give this as a present. Though she did not understand at first, now it clicked.
She felt embarassed as she imagined Thorne seeing her. She did look different, quite sexy if she think about it.
But is she bold enough for this? Can she do this? What would he say about this?
No. She can't do this.
She covered herself with her bathrobe and ran outside the lavatory just in time to hear the click of the rampion opening. Thorne entered the ship grinning and looking excitedly for her.
"Cress?" He shouted.
Her heart thumped.
No. Wait. I can't do this yet.
She tried to run back to the bathroom when-
"Aha! Cress!" She froze. Her back was facing him.
Not yet. Not yet.
She knotted her bathrobe tighter, to not let him see her clothes inside and slowly faced him. She smiled at him and beamed, "Happy Birthday Captain!". One hand holding the knot in her bathrobe to secure it.
He immediately strode to her and enveloped her into a hug. He sighed, looked around and smirked, "So, are you hiding my gift somewhere?"
"Uh.. I-" She looked at her hands gripping the bathrobe tight.
"Nevermind," he said. "You're already a perfect gift for my birthday". With that his lips crashed onto hers and she melted.
She can never get enough of how he makes her knees go weak with his lips and how her mind goes blank as he held her tight.
Her hands go automatically to his hair as his hands imprinted on her back. A soft whimper escaped her as she felt him held her even tighter. He kissed her jaw, her neck, her shoulder then back to her lips. He never go beyond kissing her from head until her shoulders. Just as his hands never go beyond holding her back, hips and sides when they kiss.
The kiss broke as they both gasped and panted for air. Thorne closed his eyes and tried to breathe and compose himself. She did the same as she held on to his chest, breathing heavily.
"Oh-" Thorne's eyes locked on her-
Her eyes followed his gaze and realized.
Her clothes.
Well, more of an undergarment than clothes.
Her bathrobe is now hanging halfway through her arms and her birthday present is very visible.
She froze.
He froze.
His eyes trailed down her body, memorizing every bit of detail. His gaze made her blush. Made her feel hot and exposed, but she was frozen.
Waiting for his reaction, she stared at his face as her own burned.
Finally, he looked away, looked at the ceiling, looked at the sides and looked down. "Uh.. i need to.." he stammered. "Go take a bath. I need to.. uh.. go clean.." He rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Cress stayed there, bewildered. She thought she heard him curse inside the bathroom then grunt and a few "restrain yourself" and "not yet", then another grunt.
She stood, confused. Huh. That's weird. Although she doesn't know why he would walk out on her.
Finally he stepped out of the bathroom, it looked like he did took a shower, his hair was wet and.. so are his clothes. His back was facing her and he's walking sideways trying to avoid her.
"I.. uh.. tired.. let's sleep.. I.. uh.. guess.."
He then sprinted to the bedroom and slammed the door again.
That wasn't the reaction she thought. Although, she doesn't know what reaction he'd have.
She covered herself then and went to change.
