For those of you who are big fans of A Beautiful Struggle, I have a special treat for you all this halloween. I wrote this a while ago, but thought it was time to pull it out and dust it off. It’s a short story revolving around Trina and David getting ready for a Halloween party. Hint-they almost don’t make it! 😉
A Beautiful Halloween – David & Katrina.
By Lilliana Anderson
“Seriously Trina – a Halloween party? They know we’re in Australia. Right? Who here, celebrates Halloween?”
“Fun people. That’s who,” I point out, as I drag David through the door of the costume shop.
“Please tell me that we aren’t going as a lame couple dress up. I don’t think I could take that if we did,” he groans.
“Yes we are. But relax. We are going to look amazing. You are going to look amazing. So amazing in fact that when we get home I’m going to…” I lean close to his ear and whisper about all the delicious things I’d like to do to him, just envisioning him dressed up the way I want him.
“Whoa Trina,” he breathes, his voice sounding a little thicker than it did before. “That’s so not fair.”
“Well, sometimes a girl has to use all of her feminine charms to get her man to do what she wants,” I tell him with a wink.
The costume shop is surprisingly busy. David is right about people not really celebrating Halloween in Australia. It’s never been a big day on our holiday calendar, but I have noticed that over the last few years the stores are pushing it a lot more. I’m not sure that it will ever catch on, but at least kids can now go Trick or Treating without getting the door slammed in their face as the idea catches on.
I link my arm with David’s as we join the queue in front of the register. I ordered our costumes online the moment I knew we were going to this party. I spent my lunch time at work scouring couple costumes. I didn’t want to do anything too lame – like go as sailors or something. I wanted to do something fun. So I did a google search and ended up finding the perfect outfits.
His outfit isn’t really that risqué, but mine is – and I know he’s going to love it. Just wait and see.
Once we make it to the front of the line, I give the teenage boy my name and he goes and gets our costumes. Thankfully, they’re in black garment bags because I would hate for the suspense to be over already.
“Show me what it is,” David presses, as I walk ahead of him to the car. “Come on Trina. I should get to know what I’m going as.”
I keep my mouth shut until we get home and I hand him his costume bag. “Han Solo,” I tell him as I press the bag to his chest.
He takes it and laughs. “That’s hilarious. You find old Harrison Ford sexy huh?”
“David, every girl finds Han Solo sexy. It’s just the way it is,” I smile, giving him a wink as I head to the bathroom to start getting ready.
“So you’re going to be Princess Leia? Are you going to have those side buns just like she does?” he calls after me, I can hear the smile in his voice as he does.
“If you’re lucky,” I call over my shoulder, before shutting and locking the door.
As soon as I’m in there, it’s go time. I hang the bag on the back of the door and unzip it, sliding the material out of the bag and letting it hang in front of me. I can’t help but grin to myself, as I know that David’s eyes are going to pop out of his head the moment he sees me in this.
I didn’t get your typical Princess Leia costume, I got the slave bikini. You know that metal bikini, with the split skirt she’s wearing when Jaba the Hut has her as a prisoner? Yeah. That one. I’ll actually be lucky if we manage to leave the house – that man can be insatiable sometimes.
It takes a while for me to apply the bronzer over my body, get the hair piece in and put on the costume. I can hear David out in the living area, asking if I’m done yet. I can just imagine the grin on his face as he’s imagining me coming out in the big white dress and a side bun headband.
I look at myself in the mirror, and I have to admit that I’m looking pretty amazing as an enslaved Leia. Moving over to the door, I open it a fraction and call out to David.
“Close your eyes.”
“Come on Trina. Just come out. I already know what you’re going to look like,” he laughs, and I can tell he’s enjoying this whole charade.
“Just close them,” I repeat.
“Alright, alright. They’re closed.”
“Ok, I’m coming,” I announce, walking out of the bathroom to stand in front of him.
I have to admit, that he is looking mighty fine in his Han Solo costume. He’s wearing a white shirt, with a black vest, dark blue pants and a gun belt with a fake blaster in it. All topped off with a pair of boots. In my eyes – he looks even better than the real thing.
“Oh baby. You look amazing,” I tell him. “Are you ready to see me?”
“Only if you say that ‘help me Obiwan’ bit that she does,” he laughs.
“Wrong scene,” I say in a slight whisper.
“What do you mea–” he starts to say as he opens his eyes. He stops speaking however, as his mouth drops open and his eyes do exactly what I was hoping for – they practically bug out of his head.
“Do you like it?” I ask, as he slowly circles around me.
“Oh Trina. This… this is not what I expected at all,” he breathes, shaking his head slightly from side to side.
“Amazing,” he whispers, now moving toward me with a predatory glint in his eye.
“Whoa, whoa David Taylor! What do you think you’re doing?” I laugh, holding my hands out in front of me and moving back as he approaches.
“I don’t think we can go to the party,” he murmurs. “You just too…”
“Too what?” I whisper, as I back up into the wall.
He presses himself against me, gazing directly into my eyes, his eyes dropping to my lips as his breathing quickens. “You’re just too fucking sexy,” he growls, taking my mouth in his.
As his hands start to roam, my insides come alive, and my body revels in his touch. I couldn’t say no to this man if I wanted to – my body wouldn’t let me. As I find myself melting against him, I know we aren’t leaving our apartment any time soon.
It’s still fashionable to be a little late to parties… isn’t it?