Who: Dean & Dylan What: shopping for a dress Where: the mall on the Platinum Deck When: Sunday afternoon Warning: They're shopping for a dress for Dean to wear during sex. Read at your own discretion.
Dean was pretty nervous about what he had just agreed to. He had always been an old-fashioned kind of guy, relegating kinky things like dresses to the darkest corner of his brain to be ignored and forgotten about at all costs. But there was something about Dylan that made him want to know that part of himself, the part that could be turned on by wearing a dress during sex.
So there he was, walking with his lover into the Macy's at the far end of the fourth deck, looking for the perfect dress to be fucked in. "Do you have something specific in mind, baby?" he was asking Dylan. "This is your fantasy, I want to make sure I fulfill it correctly."