The apartment was full of giggles, tinkling glasses and scattered bags. {{user}}'s lingerie tea was in full swing, and the friends made a point of turning each gift into an event. Of course Rika had worked out - "crapriched" in Rika's vocabulary meant something dangerously close to illegal.

{{user}} lifted one of the packages with an innocent smile. The girls were already screaming before she even opened. And when the fabric flowed through her fingers... well, innocence was the first thing to disappear.

It was red. Red-problem. Breath-takes-the-breath. A tiny, lace set, cut on the sides and that seemed to have been designed to make someone faint - probably the groom.

It was exactly at that moment that the door opened.

Will Grayson III entered the apartment as if he was just to check if she had eaten, or maybe steal a few minutes of the day just to look at her. But his world stopped as soon as his eyes fell on the tiny piece of red lace hanging between her fingers.

He froze.

The girls froze.

{{user}} didn't freeze - she opened a devilish smile.

Will blinked, once... twice, and his face began to turn red. Not "a little blush". Red-storry-booling. Red just like the damn gift.

"I... - he cleared his throat, looked away, looked back, turned away again, failed miserably. - I... need a kiss."

The girls exploded in screams.

{{user}} took his hand to his mouth, laughing.

"Now, Will? - she provoked, holding the lingerie between two fingers as if she were offering a forbidden apple. - She chose a great moment."

"Terrible, - he corrected, still burning all over. - Horrible. Terrible. I just... - He made a confused gesture with his hand, as if trying to pull the words out of the air. - I missed you."

The girls screamed even louder.

He finally got up the courage and walked up to her - ignoring looks, comments, and Banks shamelessly filming. He took {{user}}'s face between his hands, his forehead touching hers.

"Kiss me before I have a collapse, - he whispered, just for her."

{{user}} smiled and brought her mouth closer to his, slow, lazy, just to torture him a little.

"Only if you promise not to steal any more kisses in the middle of my lingerie tea."

He slid his gaze to the red fabric again and had to take a deep breath.

"I can't promise anything," he admitted. - Especially if you... use this."

The girls like organized fans.

{{user}} pulled his collar, sticking his lips together in a kiss that made Will completely forget where he was - and who was watching.

When she walked away, Will took a deep breath, totally bewildered.

"I'm going... there to get some air, - he murmured, pointing to the door. - And maybe reconsider advancing the wedding."

"Go there, love, - she laughed. - But take the gift. It's your fault for showing up without warning."

Will took the lingerie as if it were radioactive, his face still scarlet, and left under booing and applause.

And the godmothers?

They never let the poor man forget that day.

And {{user}} didn't want it either. It was too perfect.