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"Why bother getting dressed at all? " he said, sounding a bit gruff.  He lit a cigarette and stared at me disapprovingly.

"You don’t like it? " I asked, twirling in front of the mirror in my chosen outfit.

"Darling, you may have good taste in some things, but clothes? Not so much, " he stated, squinting through the smoke.

I admit, my outfit was not in great fashion: a sleeveless punk t-shirt sporting a painted picture of the London skyline with the word "Royalty " in a glittery spray-paint design over top of that. Granted, the top wasn’t bad, but the trousers were probably what he had the most disagreement with. The trousers were 1970’s style red and orange striped high waters. I felt he was right. For a woman, I don’t have great taste in clothes, but we weren’t exactly going out to a high fashion ball. A small party with some friends doesn’t really call for much style.

"I got the trousers on sale, " I said as I turned toward him.

"Obviously, " he mocked.

"Right, then what should I wear? "

"Well, we could just stay here and you wear nothing, " he raised an eyebrow and patted the space next to him on the bed. He smiled at me and laid back on the bed. I watched him with great interest in his offer. He stared upward, blowing smoke up at the ceiling.

"Well, " he sounded impatient. I walked over to him and crawled up on the bed with him.

"My friends are waiting, " I protested.

"I’m waiting, " he argued.

"For what exactly? " I asked as if I didn’t know.

"Now that’s a silly question, " he raised up a bit, bracing himself on his elbows.

"Can I take a rain check? " I asked, wrinkling my nose at him.

"You ought to take an offer when it’s made to you, " he insisted, blowing more smoke up at the ceiling.

"Aw, c’mon, " I pouted, tracing my finger up his body, from tummy to chin, "You can be patient for me, can’t you? " I breathed over his lips.

He pulled me on top of him. "Don’t tease me, I’m warning you, " he held me tightly, looking very serious.

I glared at him, very close to his face, "What are you gonna do about it, tough guy? "

"Well, " he paused and put his cigarette out in the nearby ashtray, "I might have to do this! " He poked my sides and I chortled with delight.

He rolled me over on my back and tickled me relentlessly. Giggling like a schoolgirl, I fought back. After about five minutes of this nonsense, I gave in and kissed him. He stopped and kissed me back.

"I was teasing you before. I've been waiting for this all day, " I smiled against his lips.

"Too long to let a woman wait, " he breathed, sliding his tongue deliciously across my own, letting it trace my lips on it’s way out of my mouth.

"Definitely too long, " I sighed as he laid me back. Taste was no longer an issue, not in clothes anyway. We never made it to the party.

THE END