"Did you have to go and do that? I was getting a tan." "Do you want a tan or skin cancer? C'mon, it's time I showed you something. You _are_ my girlfriend, after all, right?" "Right...?" His furry, furry brows started to twitch ever so slightly with trepidation. I knew this was important to him and I didn't really have to change since I was already wearing a ball gown in soft shades of pink. Not really my style, but it was the thought that counted: this was going to be something special and something no one would _ever_ believe. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/3012