Prompt: Decent
Z'neth slowly recalled that the next time he forgot to call and ask if his girlfriend was decent, that he really shouldn't be surprised when she slapped him upside the head for getting an eyeful [especially since she was trying very hard not to tempt him into doing certain activities before their wedding]. He held the ice pack to his cheek, trying the sad puppy eyes that usually melted her.
"Not falling for it this time," she said, keeping her shoulders stiff and her back to him as she worked on making dinner. Still, she thought as she chanced a glance over her shoulder, he really did look cutely pathetic right now. She sighed and set the knife down on the counter and made her way over. "Okay, let me see," she said, lowering the ice pack. She gave a tiny wince. "Ooh, I got you a good one that time."
"Did you really have to throw your copy of War and Peace at me?" he asked dryly.
"First thing I could grab that wouldn't embarrass me," she sniffed.
"Not falling for it this time," she said, keeping her shoulders stiff and her back to him as she worked on making dinner. Still, she thought as she chanced a glance over her shoulder, he really did look cutely pathetic right now. She sighed and set the knife down on the counter and made her way over. "Okay, let me see," she said, lowering the ice pack. She gave a tiny wince. "Ooh, I got you a good one that time."
"Did you really have to throw your copy of War and Peace at me?" he asked dryly.
"First thing I could grab that wouldn't embarrass me," she sniffed.