[gremlin]

Lucy took her dress gently in her hands, she ran her fingers over it's delicate fabric. It was soft and well-made, her mother had sown it for her for her eighteenth birthday. It was a meaningful gift to Lucy. Usually her parents would spoil her by purchasing luxurious dresses. Her mother had had an accident, her hands had become crippled. Yet she had made Lucy a magnificent dress. Lucy wondered how long it had taken her. She didn't want to think about how much it had hurt her though. She treasured the dress dearly.

Her feet meet the cold floor as she stood to dress. She slipped it over her body. The dress was frilly and had a floral-like pattern across some parts. Lucy wrapped strings around her torso and tied it in a neat, little bow. The back of the dress hung lower than the front. It was very form-fitting, it hugged Lucy's hips but still enabled her to breath without struggling. It was something that a princess would wear, but compared to all of her other dresses it was nothing. That's why Lucy liked it. It was so simple, but still luxurious enough for her tastes.

"I like you, too," she whispered back and kissed him lightly. "I really do, but I'm not too sure if I can say that I love you yet. You're an amazing man, Jude." she ran her hands up and down his back. "I have never been in love, not yet. I'm just a little confused." she hoped that he would not be hurt. "But, I'll only give myself to you. If you only give yourself to me." she brought a hand to his and squeezed. Lucy pulled away from him and fell backwards on to the bed. She sunk in to the mattress. "I understand if you don't want them to know. I won't say anything and I will behave myself around you when they are present."