Playing Pretend

The woman gallantly entered the room, hips swinging deeply with each step. Her long legs were on full display and accented by tall purple heels that clicked against the floor. Each motion was deliberately exaggerated as if she was enticing an invisible audience. Yelisa felt mesmerized by her confident allure. Yelisa's mouth and throat suddenly felt like she inhaled a bunch of cotton balls so she couldn’t make anything more than a meep when Champagne pushed her body against hers, sweeping away some strands of her silky brown hair so she had better access to her ear. 

In a low, sultry voice she lightly whispered, “come get y’all juice.”

Standing completely still for approximately 40 seconds Yelisa looked straight at the blonde. “Why?”

“Just cause,” Champagne replied, failing to hide a growing grin. 

Yelisa’s deadpan face wasn’t able to stay like that for long, slowing cracking into a big smile followed by a fit of giggles. Her blonde wife also began to laugh along with her, fondness sparkling in her blue eyes as she heard the gentle titters that were broken up with cute repeated gasps. She loved making Yelisa laugh, butterflies fluttering around in her chest when she did. Once the other girl managed to get it all of out her system Champagne rubbed two hands together, eager to get started on her plan.

“So like are you ready my princess?” She asked, a charming grin forming showing brilliant white teeth.

Yelisa’s face scrunched up in confusion, one chocolate brown eye closed and the other looking right at the blonde. “Ready for what?”

“Ready for a spot of tea Princess Yelisa,” she replied using a near perfect British accent. 

When realization hit her the other woman put a hand to her mouth and whispered a soft ‘oh!’ She then broke out into a excited smile, the ends of her glossy pink lips turned upward. 

“We’re playing pretend?” She whispered, trying not to break character but wanting to make sure.

Champagne nodded, ears twitching a bit mischievous and her tiny tail twitched ever so slightly.

Yelisa didn’t even say anything, instead bolting to her wardrobe. Looking through her pink armoire that was decorated with various amount of pink gems and pearls she decided on an outfit. Her wife decided to waltz in while she was changing, sitting on the bed and doing something on her phone. Sometimes she would take quick glimpses but then quickly turn back to look at some instagram when Yelisa saw her taking a peek. She wasn’t mad about it at all, quite frankly liking the attention. 

Quickly she put on the ensemble, however she needed Champagne’s help with the zipper. Her wife zipped her up without a problem but decided to slyly blow on her neck, causing goose bumps to develop on her warm tan skin. Yelisa spun on her heels to confront the assailant with her hips on her hands. 

“Champaaaaaagne.” She whined, no real heat behind her complaint.

“I can’t help it,” she insisted. “Queen you are so fucking beautiful.”

Cheeks heating up Yelisa went red in the face. The dress she had on complimented her figure very well. Although he was rather flat chested it didn’t change how elegant it looked. The bodice was simple to contrast with the beautiful skirt of the gown. Ruffled overlays of yellow fabric were draped along fine silks. It sparkled with numerous rhinestones that helped the shining roses embroidered on the fabric appear brighter. Ever since she was a little girl Yelisa dreamed of being a princess. After seeing Beauty and the Beast she knew that she needed to wear the perfect golden dress Belle wore.

Somehow Champagne changed when she wasn't looking, she had an uncanny knack for quick outfit changes from her modeling career. Her dress resembled Cinderella's, a simple yet gorgeous ensemble of light blue fabric. The poofy skirt glittered and made her hips seem a lot more wider, the bodice helping in that regard. 

"So what do you think?" Champagne asked, twirling around to make the skirt spin around her.

Yelisa tried to think of an adjective that would fit, but all of them came short. Only one almost fit, "Ethereal." She voice this to her wife, the tables turning when she was the one blushing. 

Trying to regain her composure Champagne grabbed Yelisa by the waist and brought her close. Now that there was no gap between them her wife kissed her. It was chaste one, simply brushing her lips against hers, but it felt magical all the time.

"You are a charmer my princess," Yelisa, giggled, getting into character. "So how was the gala?”

Putting a hand to her chest Champagne started to sniffle, letting out a few gasps now and then. “It was the most traumatic experience of my life…selfie!”

Before she could even blink her wife whipped out her iphone and took a picture of both of them in their princess attire. Letting out a sigh she puffed out her cheeks and gazed accusingly at the blonde haired woman.