My wished-for-fantasy-scene, in the form of a tiny drabble:
"And that," Ruby concluded importantly, tugging a brush through a particularly nasty clump of tangles, "Is why regular brushing is so important to maintaining a gorgeous, glossy, beautiful, superb coat, in addition to, of course, premium shampoo and conditioner, and--"
"Hey, Ruby?"
The boy in question paused in his lecture, arching an eyebrow. "Yeah, Sapphs?"
"I know how much you like grooming, but--" With an embarrassingly flustered expression, Sapphire wrestled her hair from Ruby's grip, turning around and pulling the arm with the brush away from her head. "--I am not a pokémon!"
The boy tapped his chin, pretending to think. "Well, when I first saw you, you looked one. And acted like one. And god knows you SMELLED like one--" He ducked under Sapphire's irate swing, and in a swift movement that made the blush dusting her cheeks flame furiously, caught her around the waist and tugged her close.
"Nah, you're not a pokémon," Ruby teased gently, just before he kissed her. "but you're still beautiful."
WORLD NEEDS MORE FRANTICSHIPPERS