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[unbr8kable]

What a braggart.

[She gives another nudge to the well-filled cage--leans in to kiss at his ear before leaning back]

...Ready to go, then?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I'm just saying, like - if it ain't supposed to let you, like. You know -

[He cuts off with a shaky inhale as she nudges the cage - shifts a little, when she kisses his ear]

...yeah. Yeah, I -

Think I'm about as ready as I'm gonna get.

[unbr8kable]

I bet you are...

[Though her smirk fades, and she looks over at him from where she finally shrugs back on her shirt]

You're okay with this, right? If you ain't into it, we do something else, just say the word.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His eyes are very much on the motion of her shugging back into her shirt, the slow covering up of skin. He flushes dark at the question - the directness of it, perhaps, or maybe just what he knows his own answer will be, because he ducks his head and manages:]

I'm like... real into it.

[unbr8kable]

[She hardly deserves to blush after all this but does nevertheless--can't keep her smile from spreading either, too genuinely pleased and eager to come off as completely smarmy. Can't keep from leaning in for another kiss either, though it's mostly soft and chaste, her hand light on his hip for balance]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches at the kiss; he shifts, and leans into it further, too eager to qualify as soft and chaste,]

[unbr8kable]

[She seems happy enough to match his enthusiasm, nipping at his lower lip as her hand drifts lower]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a soft sound into the kiss - shivers, at the path her hand is taking, and reaches out to pull her nearer]

[unbr8kable]

[With a low sound in the back of her throat she pulls back, dragging off the fullness of his lip--breathing a bit heavy]

...Being distracting. Thought you were hungry.

[She pinches the fullness of his hip, hard]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He groans softly as she pulls back - takes in a sharp breath at the pinch. His eyes are half-lidded, lips parted slightly]

Ah... yeah. Let's -

...yeah.

[unbr8kable]

[She curses, low; reaches out to cup his cheek]

Fuck, Cross... How're you always so damned lewd?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He leans into the touch like he can't help himself. When he speaks, he's a little breathless]

Pretty sure like... 95% of that's your fault.

[unbr8kable]

Pretty sure you got that backwards. And here I was, thinking you weren't even interested in that kinda stuff...

[Her pupils are wide as saucers; voice low and a little hoarse. She lets her hand drift lower down his chin, the flat of her thumb playing over the fullness of his lower lip]

...Now I'm almost considering not letting you outta here.

[She reaches out to tweak his nipple, firm through the sequinned top]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His lips part, obliging, for her thumb, and he laps softly at it - leaves off with a jolt, when she tweaks his nipple]

[The sound that leaves him isn't quite a whimper, but it isn't far off]

O... oh yeah?

[unbr8kable]

Fuck, you should see yourself. You should hear yourself...

[Her gaze drags up his body with naked want, though her lashes flutter at how easy her thumb presses into the plush of his lip. Her face is hot with awed desire, breath heavy by the time she pulls away]

...Put on the gloves and the heels. Then I think you owe me dinner.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He swallows, with difficulty - manages to nod]

Yeah. I... yeah. Lemme just -

[He's decidedly shaky, getting the gloves on - more than a little wobbly in the heels, once they're on his feet. But he manages, with some difficulty - straightens up when he's finished, flushed to the ears]

...think that's everything.

[unbr8kable]

You look stunning.

[If she'd been going for flippant it does not come off that way at all, her tone more pleased and impressed. She can't resist fluffing his petticoats a last time, nor smoothing down the front of the skirt, to make sure it falls properly, of course.]

...C'mon.

[And she takes his arm, finally opening the door to the dressing room]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He gasps, softly, at the fluff of the petticoats - cants into the firmer touch of her hand, leaning in as she applies pressure]

[It's a lot and not enough both at once, and he bites down on his lip, hard - ducks his head and forgets to breathe, for a couple of seconds]

[When she finally takes his arm and leads him toward the door, he's a little unsteady due to more than just the heels]

...jesus, dude. You're gonna kill me, you know that?

[unbr8kable]

[Shrugs airily, even as she takes advantage of his unsteadiness to walk close enough that he can feel the shift of her muscles and the tattoo of her heartbeat]

Lucky for you, heroes never die.

Not before lunch, anyways.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Lucky me, huh?

[Leaning into her a little more than he probably needs to, for help with the heels. His face is bright red, and the blush shows no signs of subsiding. Possibly he is mincing his steps a little,]

[unbr8kable]

[Does nothing to stop him, aiming for disaffected but in truth sending glances over at him, as if she could stare right through the layers of clothing. Her voice is a self-satisfied purr]

If you're feeling unlucky, I'm happy to listen to your concerns.

[crossmyheartandhope]

N-naw. Doing a-okay on my end.

...'cept these heels, maybe, these things are rough.

[The heels decidedly do not explain the step mincing,]

[unbr8kable]

Makes your legs look crazy long, though. Maybe you just need more practice going out like this.

[Her tone is very appreciative, mincing steps included]

[Either way, it doesn't take long to make it upstairs to the various restaurant floors, and her hand shifts to rest at the small of his back as they continue up the escalators]

Got a preference?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes darker, at the suggestion that he practice going out like this more often - ducks his head a little]

Uh - anything's cool?

Whatever's - close, I guess.

[unbr8kable]

[Perhaps she just means shoe practice! Either way]

You mean you don't wanna go 'cross town? The bikes're right downstairs.