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[flair]

Title: Dress
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: PG

And so starts a series of drabbles that will never get shown to the people who got me into this. Urk.

Belca burns bright red as fingers dance down his spine, shivering when the cold hits exposed skin and a finger counts the knots in the curve of his spine. He twists his fingers into the sheets, grits his teeth harder as palms flatten against his shoulder blades and smoothes back the dress, down his arms and carefully helping his hands out of the sleeves. He has half a mind to turn around and tell the bard to hurry up. Eco speaks up before he can.

"How funny, that you wouldn't be able to get out of something this simple! I suppose they never taught you that at the castle?"

"Princes don't ordinarily wear dresses."

"Not even when they look so good with them on? A pity."

"Be quiet and hurry it up."

"Patience is something else you'll have to learn for the real world, Belca. You don't always get what you want."

The slim fingers work slower as they talk, and Belca has to force down a growl. Eco doesn't even try to hide his chuckling, and he can feel it through the gentle fingertips that skim his back and coax him out of the black dress.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it? Ah, do you need me to help you back into your clothes?"

"I can do it myself!"

Eco laughs again, and Belca turns to glare at him.

"Oh, how scary!"

Belca scowls at him, and Eco thinks he's pretty cute.