I wish you would write a fic where... Silvio buys you some of the finest Benitoitian lingerie and asks demands you to model them for him.
It caught you by surprise as your cheeks flushed the reddest they've ever been, and that's saying something.
Your gaze is stuck on the skimpy material Silvio has laid for you and you swear you've never seen something so.. scandalous looking.
"What is that?" You questioned, eyes never deterring from the piece of cloth. Honestly, things like lingerie are some of the handful of clothing you've never worn before.. or even thought to.
"Went shoppin' and thought it'd look great on ya. Remember? Ya lost the bet so this is your punishment. Now put it on and put on a show for me." His voice had an eager but dominant tone to it as he smirked your way, enjoying the embarrassment that was written on your features. He was being a dirty tease and he knew it.
A deal's a deal.. but you weren't going down without a fight.
"No, I'm not putting this on."
"Huh? Ya lost fair and square, don't try that innocent play with me."
"What innocent play? It's just me, being genuinely innocent."
"Bullshit. All you gotta do is wear it and look good, it's not like anyone is gonna see ya but me."
"That's the thing! You'll see it."
"The hell's wrong with that? Stop being stubborn!"
"You're being stubborn!"
Eyes connected through the exchange of banter and not moments later did the air feel lighter and laughter filled the room between you two. It was nice, being like this with the man you loved. And after the laughter subsided, he placed a loving kiss on your cheek and you happily rolled your eyes.
"Okay! I yield; I'll respect our deal and wear it."
"Heh, good, and don't worry, it's just a piece of fabric, the real thing of beauty is the woman wearing it who'll make it look even better."
