The Mature Files for What Was Lost and Found In The Fire.
This is not a stand-alone, this is a companion to my other work, What Was Lost and Found In The Fire.
These will start off intense and not for the faint of heart, but will quickly be filled...
AsI was writing the actual chapter for this, this scene popped in my head and I wanted to write the sexy version for everyone! I'm not having them going all the way just yet, but I definitely think it's too steamy to just be a normal chapter. Not to mention, I just wanted to write it. Enjoy!
With Love Timmy
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Cyan/Sang's POV ~
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Dress after gorgeous dress is hung up in the extravagant dressing room Leninora and I have been sent to, and my eyes grow bigger and bigger at the sheer amount of beauty in front of me.
Each dress brought in is a vision of perfection, some shiny and sparkly while others are soft and ethereal. Some have soothing pastels, and others hold beautiful, rich and bold colors.
Despite that, I feel grateful each time Leninora stops the young designer from bringing a pink dress in. I feel awful that he's taken time to pick out so many pretty dresses for me, just to have to turn around and put those dreaded pink ones back.
The first time she'd done it, he had gotten angry and I'd had to step in.
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I was sitting on the chaise lounger in the dressing room and admiring a gorgeous red dress in the large sketch book I've been given to look through, the pages filled with hand drawn depictions of myself wearing the designer's creations, when the very flamboyant young man burst in with Leninora charging in after him.
"I'm telling you, she doesn't want to wear anything pink." Leninora growled at him, her hands stretching out to grab a beaded bubblegum pink dress that he had in his arms.
"She can tell me that herself!" He growled back, and at the same time he yanked the dress out of Leninora's reach. Stomping over to me, the young man looked down at me and his crystal lake-blue eyes softened a fraction.
"What do you think about this one, sweetheart?" He asks, as he brings the dress close for me to view. It's pretty, the beading is impeccable and done to look like flowers and leaves, and the color would definitely complement my skin tone...that was always why Dontavion preferred and eventually demanded that I wear pink.
"It is gorgeous, Mr. Coleman." I admit, and while his face spasms at my use of his professional title, a satisfied smirk breaks through. I look over at Leninora and she gestures for me to continue, which gets a particularly nasty look from the young businessman.
"What?" He snaps at Len, and I promptly pull myself to my feet.
"Calm down, right this instant. She just wants me to explain about my aversion to the color pink." I explain, my tone bordering on the cusp of being too sharp. Leninora rolls her eyes, because we both know that she really just wants me to tell him off. He really doesn't deserve to be yelled at for my own issues though. He does, however, need to reign in his blatant disrespect for Leninora.
