Every day,I almost whisper under my breath. Since the first time we spent a night in the sheets, we haven’t gone a single day without getting lost in each other. It’s like a drug tailored specifically to the two of us.
The way she feels against me, and moans in my ear, and sends my body into a pleasure-filled spiral, is sickly sinister.
“What do you usually wear?” I ask in a low voice.
Metal hooks scrap and clink against each other before she pulls a dress that should be illegal. “This.”
Her tone is leveled—like she hasn’t just set every part of my body on fire. I almost forget our plans, toss her over my shoulder, and take her to into the bedroom for another night of four.
The black leather dress is flawless. Strapless and sleek. Skirt ruffled and flowing, and short enough not to be restrictive. The image of Rosie wearing this, and commanding the attention of everyone in the room, makes my blood run hot with want. It’s perfect.
“You have to wear that.” My voice sounds strained. I feel strained, in the chest and other places. “It would look so gorgeous on you. You have to wear it.”
Her lips pull into a smirk and I dig my fingernails into my palm. Since seeing her fall apart from pleasure, I realized I opened a door I’ll never be able to close. I’ll never get enough of Rosie. Moments of comfortable laugher shared between us, and breathless nights of making her come on my lips, mouth, cock… It’ll never be enough.
“I want to wear it. I just don’t know what I would be dressed as, especially if we’re supposed to match. What couple costume works with a leather dress?” Her smile starts to falter, and my brain works overtime. I’ll come up with one. I’m not leaving this apartment without seeing her in that damn dress.
I start thinking over the countless movies and television shows we’ve watched together. There must be one that featured a character in a leather dress.
Every time I think of a possibility, I throw it to Rosie, but she comes up with valid reasons why they won’t work.
Character doesn’t have a partner to match her.
Outfit would be a jumpsuit, not a dress.
Character is blonde.
“We could putyouin the dress. Your hair would match.”
“No, thank you.”
Ten minutes pass. I’m sure I’ve thought over every piece of media she’s shown me. We come up with nothing.
Sighing, Rosie asks, “Are there any video game characters you know? Or anime characters? Anything, really. I just want to match with you.”
I open my mind to stories tailored to my tastes instead of hers. It’s harder than usual. Lately, instead of playing video games, I’ve been thinking about creating them. I don’t know much about the process, but since I handed Rosalie over my deepest secret, the fantasy of starting a game studio hasn’t left my subconscious.
When I’m booting up a game, I think about it. When I see articles about a new studio starting up, I search up their history, not their upcoming releases. She’s managed to open up a world of possibilities for me. Idohave the opportunity to do something different, something more, if I wanted to. If I tried.
My future is officially intertwined with her in that way. Rosalie has taken control of every part of me, mind, body, and soul, and I don’t think I’ve ever been half as lucky.
While thinking over the games and anime I’ve tucked away in my mind, an idea catches. It would work for our costumes, no doubt. I’ll also die and be reborn again every five minutes tonight.
“There’s one. I… would be able to match with you. For sure.”
“Okay, yes.” She claps, swaying back and forth excitedly.
“Are you sure? It’d be two anime characters. You want to go clubbing dressed as anime characters?”
Heat spreads across my neck. I always felt a bit weird about being so deep into “nerdy interests,” as people have called it. Billie says those words out of love. My father, not so much.
I’ve kept those hobbies to myself for a while. It made sense to share them with Rosie, because she asked, and because she shares her interests too. Just as enthusiastic as I am about my favorite video game, she feels the same towards her specially curated list of movies.
Still, a chunk of me wonders if it’s too much for a girl like her. Rosalie, a bright mind and a heart of gold, who I’m sure could have anyone in the world she wanted—deciding to spend her time with a guy who wears superhero t-shirts and plays open-world action RPGs.
I wait for my insecurities to be validated. To be told she doesn’t want to go around flaunting that the guy by her side has such nerdy tastes. Especially at a club, of all places.
Rosalie opens her mouth and calms my heart.
