There's A Girl Under There

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Everybody's trying to be the best
What about the girl with loneliness
I like your sundress
I like your sundress
What about the girl with loneliness
From the inside out
You're so beautiful
I want to hold you in my hand

--Ben Kweller, SundressShe had warned Liam that she was packing a few dresses and that he had best not laugh at her should she wear

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And so he found her spinning when he came searching for her some time later. He watched with a smile, entranced by the little wood sprite dancing so carefree on his front lawn, looking like something out of a fairy tale. His Pixie Girl had decided to dress the part today, and suddenly Liam realized how he could complete the picture.

He had to travel a little ways for everything he needed, but that was no chore. Easy enough to switch to horse form once he was out of sight of everyone who might wonder why a chestnut stallion was carrying a basket in his teeth. He returned once he'd filled it with daisies and woodland star, buttercups and violets.

Chuck still spun and swayed on the grass. "Hey pretty girl," he hailed her, raising his voice to be heard over her music.

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She gave a bit of a start at the sound of his voice. Chuck had assumed she was alone out here. She smiled though and shrugged, this wasn't the first time he'd caught her dancing alone. "Hey, yourself...flower boy?"

Tugging one earbud free, she walked over to where he stood with his basket of flowers. "Whatcha doing?"

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"Nothing much." Liam slipped an arm around Chuck once she came within reach, dipping his head for a warm kiss that lingered for a little while. He finally tugged her over to the tree where they'd played with the kittens and sat down, not noticing the gloss smudged on his own lips.

"I just figured that the queen of the wood sprites needs a crown, right?" Snagging a handful of daisies from the basket, he started to braid their stems into a chain. Every so often he added a buttercup or a cluster of woodland star for variety. "So since we're fresh out of tiaras, I thought I'd make you one."

As the braid grew, he nodded at the basket. "Depending on how well I remember how to do this, there might be a necklace next."

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Chuck sat with him and smiled at the smear of shimmery gloss on his lips. She'd leave it there since she intended to give him more kisses anyhow. "Why do you know how to make braids anyway?"

She'd never taken him for the type of guy to do typically girly things--that was Marcus' domain. Liam's cousin could do hair and makeup as well, if not better, than some of the girls they went to school with.

Buttercups in the basket were too much of a temptation and Chuck picked up a handful of the yellow blossoms, holding them under her chin to smell them as well as reflect the warm glow against her skin. "I thought I was your pixie, when did I get promoted to Queen Wood Sprite?"

Not that she was complaining. The flowers were pretty and to be honest, this was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her. Flowers. For her. While Liam worked, Chuck helped herself to his white cowboy hat instead, settling on her head and casting a shadow ever her face.