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[crossmyheartandhope]

[She earns an outright whine, at that - at the the squeeze, perhaps, though more likely the suggestion itself. Certainly his hips roll forward harder into his own palm; certainly he has to take a second, biting hard at his lower lip to try, decidedly unsuccessfuly, to compose himself]

J-jesus.

Xia...

[unbr8kable]

Yes?

[Sweetly; she lays her hand around his, just resting it there]

Seems like something's troubling you. Maybe we should take a break, take a walk or something? You'd like that?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He whimpers, soft and needy; his hand stills, at the touch of hers, and he takes a shaky breath in, though he can't quite stop the way his hips rock forward, pressing in for more]

If -

[His voice is decidedly unsteady; he has to stop and try again]

If you wanna.

[unbr8kable]

[She gently pulls his hand up as his hips hitch forward, not forcing him to let go, but keeping him from getting that much friction]

Do you wanna? You gotta be hungry for something, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He whines, low in his throat, as her hand draws his away - rocks forward again, with more force this time, as though to try and make up for the lack of friction]

Y-yeah. I'm - I'm pretty hungry.

[unbr8kable]

[Again she moves their hands away just enough to keep him from having anything to rock into, even as she trails the remaining lace cuff up the curve of his ass and up his back as far as his dress allows.

Then, abruptly she lets him go and straightens up, smacking lightly at his flank]

C'mon, then. They prolly still got some of the lunch sets left.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He groans, softly, as she takes her hand away - outright squirms at the prickle of the lace - jolts forward when she smacks his flank]

[He takes a shaky breath in, to try and recover - takes another, when it doesn't seem to help]

O-oh my god, Xia.

[unbr8kable]

[Unhelpfully shifts her knees, prompting]

What? Pretty sure they don't do dressing room delivery.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Y-yeah. That's - yeah.

[He takes another of those shaky breaths - reaches for his clothes, as though he means to change]

Lemme just - get dressed, and we can get going.

[unbr8kable]

[Perhaps he catches her raised eyebrow at that, or the curious surprise on her face, or the smirk that follows before she schools her expression to something merely wicked. Either way she nudges him out of her way as she stands, kicking the ruffly pants the rest of the way off.

Offhandedly:]

You don't need clothes, do you?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I - what?

[His cheeks were dark already, but they flush darker at that - then darker still as his brain catches up with the rest of that]

You mean, like...?

[unbr8kable]

[Keeps her eyes on his blush a little too long, skimming down his body before looking back to where she's stripping off the outfit, hunting for the pile of her own clothes]

"Like"? I need full sentences, I'm not a mind reader.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Like... like this?

[Even his ears are red; his shifts in place, not outright squirming, but not far from it]

[unbr8kable]

You wanna go naked? You'd really go bare-assed on those chairs?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Wh-what? No.

I ain't - no.

[He is outright inventing new shades of red, at this point]

[unbr8kable]

[She could've been making a color wheel, alas. Definitely seems to be enjoying his squirming, from the unshakable grin on her face]

So you do wanna do it in the dress. You could've just said so from the beginning.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Shouldn't, like - shouldn't I at least...?

[Reaching for his underwear, no less flushed,]

[unbr8kable]

No one can see, can they? Check yourself in the mirror.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Checking the mirror,]

I mean, sure. But like -

It's pretty, uh.

[unbr8kable]

[Checking him checking the mirror]

What? You ain't made a mess all the way through, have you?

[And here she presses none-too-gently over the tip of his dick though the generous layers of fabric]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He whimpers, soft - can't quite stop the way his breath catches in his throat, nor the way he presses forward into the pressure of her hand. Certainly how little she's wearing doesn't help; his eyes keep straying to everywhere she's not covered, almost furtively]

[He hasn't made a mess all the way through, though, at least. There are a lot of petticoats, after all]

...no! S'just, like -

You know...

[unbr8kable]

[She presses in again, squeezing at the shape of him through the copious skirts just to ensure there's no mess, of course]

Mm... Seems fine to me. Your utility belt should match, even.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He sucks in a breath, when her hand and the fabric catch at him in just the right way; his eyes flutter closed, and he bites down hard on his lower lip, hips rocking shallowly into the touch]

A-ain't it... short?

[unbr8kable]

Ain't it, though?

[Reaches around to confirm that indeed it is, his legs extremely bare]

[crossmyheartandhope]

A-and there ain't nothing under it...

[His breath catches a little as her hand traces those bare legs]