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[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?

[unbr8kable]

[Hums more, clicking something on her phone before tucking it away. It's only a few moments later that there's a knock on the dressing room door]

Think it's for you.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He visibly starts at the sound of the knock; the flush has spread to his ears, by now]

[He looks from her to the door, and then back again]

Did you like just order...?

[unbr8kable]

[Gestures, waiting]

Door's not gonna open itself.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He bites down on his lip - glances from her to the door and then back again, and then nods]

[Now that he's mentioned it, it's obvious the way his breathing hitches with every step he takes, visibly affected by soft rustling of the fabric]

[He reaches the door - hesitates a beat, and then reaches to open it]