Zev Bellringer's dress was a clingy blue number that accentuated her curves, usually as she sprinted down hallways from mortal danger. The sight of her body could stop Stanley Tweedle short and quicken his pulse. But for years, he rarely tried anything more than the unsexy, pragmatic approach of demanding she have sex with him. Xev/Stan.
Rated: T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 6 - Words: 5,805 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 3/27/2013 - Complete