Coriolanus worshiped the ground you walked on. Everything about you was intoxicating to him. Your glossy silky hair, bright eyes, soft skin, radiant smile but your sense of sweet character and your bright fashion sense floored him. When you told him the backstory behind your favorite dress it pulled at his heartstrings. After all he lost his mother early and still clung to her shawl and compact like a boy. That rainbow dress was a sign you understood. It was you, bright and cheery and sweet and soft. He buries his face in it as his head rests in your lap inhaling your perfume, his hands moving up and down your legs lazily ruffle by ruffle. Pomegranate red, sunset orange, canary yellow, cream, candy pink, lavender...He blushes as he's caught admiring the dainty thing and hides his face again in your ruffles.