Stuck

Becca's brown eyes widened in surprise, if not horror. It was stuck. It was actually stuck; God damn this dress! As if it weren't enough that she was stuck parading around in those painful heels, now the tight bodice that was practically choking her was stuck. She tried to reach around her back to undo the zipper; above, below, left, right, but to no avail. That thing was wedged and there was no way she could get it undone. She sighed, her face growing hot with frustration. Reluctantly opening the bedroom door, she peeked out and looked about the apartment. Her eyes found Adrian sitting on the couch in the dark with his vest and his shirt undone, right where she figured he'd be. "Psst."

He turned to find his bedroom door partially cracked, and Becca peering out at him.

"I.. need your help."

"Everything okay?"

"Just... c'mere."

He slipped the tie from around his neck and discarded it on the sofa before standing up and stalking tiredly to his bedroom. His hand grasped the door knob and pushed the it open. "What do you need?"

"My zipper's stuck. Can you help me?"

"Uh... sure."

Becca rested her hands on his dresser for a bit of extra leverage, facing away from the man; she felt dreadfully embarassed. Adrian squinted and scrutinized the zipper, turning on the light to get a better view. His expression on his face betrayed exactly how he felt; dumbfounded.

"Where's it stuck?"

Becca rolled her eyes at the dumb question. "That's why I asked you to help me, silly; I can't see it."

He stepped a bit closer and looked down at the silky bodice in confusion; he found himself distracted by way the light played gently against the slope of her back and her shoulder blades. A few loose strands of her pale blonde locks fell from the tight bun she wore, cascading down her neck in contrast with her maple skin and her chocolate-colored dress.

Yeah. Great job, idiot. Let your brain turn a perfectly innocent scenario into something indecent, you perv. Why am I so nervous? There's no reason for me to be nervous. All I'm doing is getting her zipper undone; just... do it and let her finish changing.

"What are you doing?" Becca's voice broke his train of thought.

"S-sorry..." His cheeks turned pink as his fumbling hands finally went to work on the troublesome zipper.

"Good grief. Calm down; you're making me nervous."

The woman's heart beat just a little faster, and her face grew hot at the realization that she wasn't wearing an undergarment under the tricky bodice. One of her arms braced her torso to make sure that the article would stay in its place. Now, she was even more anxious for him to get the zipper undone so this whole fiasco would be over with.

"Did you get it yet?"

"I'm trying..."

She could feel his clumsy hands trembling as he fought with the fabric that had gotten wedged in the track of the mechanism. "The material's caught, that's why it won't move. But it's so small..."

He had the talent of turning a simple task into something so much more grand; it was absolutely ridiculous, but Becca found it positively adorable. She wondered if, sometimes, maybe he was doing it on purpose. It was so hard to tell.

Though he had thin fingers, it was still difficult to work with such a small zipper; so, he tugged gently at the hem that was caught in the teeth of the device. Slowly but surely, it came out.

"Ah! I think I got it..."

Much to Becca's relief, she felt the bodice finally unzipping a little more, and to her even deeper relief, she felt him stop pulling down on it. She breathed a sigh of relaxation, but drew in a sharp breath as he pressed a gentle kiss against her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed as she turned around to look at him; she found his guilty, blushing face smiling back at her from the doorway. With a laugh, she shook her head. He was as swift or as slow as he wanted to be.

He closed the door behind himself and left the woman to finish changing out of her troublesome attire.