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Pairing: Dawn Summers/Hunter Bradley (Crimson Thunder Ranger)
Notes: A belated 200-word wardrobe malfunction drabble.
Summary: Lesson: Never give Dawn bleach. Ever.
Dawn winced. “Uh, about that…”
“I didn’t know what bleach would do to a red shirt!” she protested.
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Crimson shirt. Geez.”
Hunter held up what now remained of his shirt. Suddenly coming to a decision, he thrust it at Dawn, turning away in what could have been real or mock horror.
“It’s yours now. You wrecked it.”
Dawn surveyed the shirt. It was a nice shade of pink. “It might be a bit…big,” she pointed out, looking from Hunter’s tall, lanky frame to her own – maybe not petite, but she was no muscle-clad strongwoman in those magazines at Storm Chargers.
Hunter simply raised an eyebrow. “You did it. You deal with it.”
Dawn took the shirt off his hands. “Crybaby,” she muttered under her breath.
“Excuse me? What was that?”
“Nothing,” she chirped.
“That was my favourite shirt…” she heard him sigh as she headed into their room.
She rolled her eyes before getting an idea.
Hunter heard her before she coughed. She knew that too – it was just a way to bring his attention solely to her.
“You like?” she asked, posing in his shirt. And nothing else.