Metamorphosis
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Transmogrify
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: He thinks they might just have to be late.
055: Transmogrify
"Erm… Hello?"
He gaped at her, confused as hell, wondering how his little tomboy of a wife could suddenly be tall and imposing and… Was she wearing a dress? Dale hadn’t seen her in a dress since the eighteenth century.
She blushed and shifted uncomfortably. Green fabric fell around her gracefully. Green shoes raised her a few inches. Her hair hung around her shoulders. It was curled at the ends.
"It’s just me, Dale," she protested.
"Oh," he breathed. "I know."
She started to duck behind the wall a the top of the stairs. Dale rushed up, taking them two and three at a time, and caught her.
"You look fantastic," he whispered, taking her in.
She blushed again and looked away. "Dale…"
He took her face in his hands and kissed her, softly, chastely. His eyes slid shut. His body reacted pleasantly to her nerves.
Stacey pushed him off. "Are you ready to go?" she asked, clearly uncomfortable.
"No."
"We’ll be late."
Dale sighed. "Fine." He kissed her again before she could run away.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Transmogrify
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: He thinks they might just have to be late.
055: Transmogrify
"Erm… Hello?"
He gaped at her, confused as hell, wondering how his little tomboy of a wife could suddenly be tall and imposing and… Was she wearing a dress? Dale hadn’t seen her in a dress since the eighteenth century.
She blushed and shifted uncomfortably. Green fabric fell around her gracefully. Green shoes raised her a few inches. Her hair hung around her shoulders. It was curled at the ends.
"It’s just me, Dale," she protested.
"Oh," he breathed. "I know."
She started to duck behind the wall a the top of the stairs. Dale rushed up, taking them two and three at a time, and caught her.
"You look fantastic," he whispered, taking her in.
She blushed again and looked away. "Dale…"
He took her face in his hands and kissed her, softly, chastely. His eyes slid shut. His body reacted pleasantly to her nerves.
Stacey pushed him off. "Are you ready to go?" she asked, clearly uncomfortable.
"No."
"We’ll be late."
Dale sighed. "Fine." He kissed her again before she could run away.