A/N: Welcome Everybody! Glad you found us! Sorry this probably isn't very good I'm kinda tired. Anyway I've decided to focus more on the sensuality of a first romance with this part of the fic.

Disclaimer: I don not own My candy love.

Warning: Vaguely sexual. Vaguely.

Castiel had been having dreams. Unusual dreams. Dreams of one of his best friends. Naughty dreams about one of his best friends. Dreams of pretty blue eyes smoldering with lust as she peered up at him from her place on her knees before him. Dreams of kissing her neck ardently while her body arched backwards, a moan of his name dragged from her deliciously plump lips. Dreams of her dressed -no- bathed in red satin. Red satin that hugged her figure like a second skin. Red satin that rode up around her hips as she straddled him.

Dreams of red, red, red, red!

"Red!"

Castiel snapped out of his reverie with a sudden shake and his brown eyes met bright electric blue. The same blue eyes whose owner he'd just been actively fantasizing about. He gave himself a hard mental shake and turned a questioning glance at Inexari who was watching him with a perplexed look.

"You ok?" She asked. "I seem to have lost you when I asked about your favorite color."

"My favorite color should be obvious." He covered his embarrassment with a snort.

Xari raised an eyebrow. "So chartreuse then?"

"What?!" He couldn't believe what had just come out of his best friend's pretty little mouth. 'Fuck dammit, Castiel! Cut the shit!' "Do you know nothing of me woman?!"

Xari turned back to the television, resuming her latest video game. This one seemed to feature some sort of medevil setting and took up most of the bluenette's time. He loathed it. Especially now that the holiday break had started. And definitely now that Lysander had taken to arranging little outings with Xari's blonde friend, Delilah. Leaving him, and the woman he didn't know he'd been pining for until just recently, very much by themselves. "I know it's red, moron. You've just been acting odd lately."

"Says the chick who's estranged father recently opened up a music shop down the street."

Her back went ramrod straight and he heard her hitting the buttons with almost savage precision. It wasn't until she threw her controller across the room in frustration and effectively breaking it, did he realize his mistake.

"Crap, Xari, I-"

"Shut up." It was a command to be followed, no ifs, ands, or buts. He sighed. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid.'

A silence fell over them and he stretched and looked down at his note book. His eyes widened as he found it was opened to a page that featured little drawings. Mainly of Xari in a short dress, with thigh-high tights and Victorian style boots that came up to his calf. He glanced up at her, was relieved to find she'd found a new controller and was now happily back in lala land, glanced back down at his notebook and scrutinized the drawing a little more closely. One really couldn't tell it was Xari, it could've easily been any girl with long hair. She wasn't even indecently posed or anything. He snapped the book shut and rubbed the back of his neck glancing in the direction of her closet.

His blood froze.

"A red dress?" He sputtered looking at the garment hanging blatantly in the closet, almost goading him. He blinked rapidly trying to make it disappear. It would not.

Xari paused the game and turned to the closet. She shrugged when she saw what he was talking about. She turned to him with a shy smile. "Yeah, I kind of bought that to go clubbing."

His expression went from horror to outrage fast. "Clubbing?!"

She glared at him, blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "Yes. A friend of mine is coming into town next week. We agreed to go clubbing. For old times sake."

He gaped at her. Finally he crossed his arms. "I'm coming too."

She raised and eyebrow. "Fine, I was gonna invite you and the Count anyway." Turning back to the game she added, "Its satin by the way."

He groaned internally.