Zip Me
Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character dressing another, or the other way around.
“You’ll be fine. I promise. I’ll be right there beside you, the whole time. I’ll even hold your hand if you want me to.” Elly couldn’t help but fuss over his bow tie. He looked so awkward in a tuxedo, but there was still a large part of her that found it devilishly handsome. “For the record,” she began, fixing his sleeves and fastening cuffs for him, “I much prefer you in the hoodie and jeans. I think you wear it better. And I love being with you when you’re most comfortable. But thank you, for putting on this silly penguin suit and going to my brother’s wedding with me.”
Elly kissed his cheek and left him to finish dressing herself, but she felt his hands on her back as he expertly tightened the corset, something she knew he’d learned from protecting her sister. She tried to not think about that part, but she liked feeling his touch as her dress moved snugly into place. As she turned, she smiled up at him. “You’re a handsome devil, Donovan Eames. Always going to get me in trouble.”