*She sat on the side of the bed buckling her red shoes. She didn't have to hear her mate's grumbling to know he was not happy about tonight's event, his feelings rushed through her like a tsunami. Looking up she watched as he fumbled with his bow tie. Standing, she slowly sashays over to him, He never did get the hang of tying a tie a bow tie and the gods forbid that he try his hand a neck tie, it always ended up resembling a noose. Taking the strip of cloth from him she makes short work of the task making a perfect bow. Patting his chest she looks up into his eyes and smiled* Hunter. I feel your pain but its only for a few hours and then you can put on those ugly black cargo pants and do what you do best. *Tucked safe in his arms she felt the bulge of his weapon. Looking up at him his jaw clinching she smiled and knew he heard her* Always the warrior, regardless of attire.
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