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[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]

[unbr8kable]

There's something...

[Reaches higher to confirm this as well]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[There is certainly something]

[Whatever reply he'd intended trails off on a needy little whine, and his hips jolt forward into the touch of her hand]

[unbr8kable]

Like I said...not seeing the problem here.

[She gives him another generous squeeze...then abruptly straightens up, expression pleasant--considers, looking at her own slacks]

Though...if you really want me to get you something to wear under, I can. I'll even take a request into consideration.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He rocks into her touch - whimpers a little, when she removes it as abruptly as she'd granted it. It takes him a second, to try and put words together to reply]

I... I mean.

It kinda... rubs, when I move?

[His cheeks are burning,]

So... so maybe something for underneath's better.

[unbr8kable]

So you wanna make sure it don't? Or you just don't want it to be your biggest distraction?

[Digs her phone out of her pants pocket--takes a quick photo before typing a few things in]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Flushes scarlet at the click of her phone and at the question, ducking his head]

I mean... it can rub some? But, like... I dunno how good I'm gonna hold up, y'know?