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[unbr8kable]

You liked it...

[She takes a breath, shifting her weight]

So, what do you want me to do about it?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Flushes even darker, at the emphasis on that first sentence,]

I... I mean. Nothing, right now? We - we got other stuff going on.

But if you ever wanna, like. Y'know. Try other stuff some other time, we could.

[unbr8kable]

Okay.

[Looks from his face to his mouth to her dish, cooling and forgotten, and finally unwraps her knife and fork]

And if you wanna force the issue--I guess you know how to ask.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Ducks his head, a little]

[His cheeks are very hot, and his ears are burning]

I - I mean.

I wouldn't say no if you wanted to like... have me, uh. You know.

Just. We got a lot of other stuff going on, too, so. Could keep it for some other timeo, if we wanted.

[unbr8kable]

[Hums, as if considering this...then carefully slices a chunk off her hamburger steak and takes a bite; hums again as she chews and swallows. She does not seem in any particular hurry to answer, at least while he's squirming so]

...Sure, we can play it by ear. I'm just saying you're free to speak is all. I'll bring a gag when I need you to keep quiet.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He had been going for another fry, but he stops mid-reach instead, making a sound that's decidedly startled]

[He takes a shaky breath in, after that - obliges her by squirming more]

You, uh. You think you'll need to?

[unbr8kable]

Like I said, we'll play it by ear.

[Takes another bite, a little broccoli head this time, possibly meant as garnish]

...I do like hearing you, though. So in general you should feel welcome to speak up.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah, well.

[He reaches for that fry, finally - shifts again, and absently smooths his skirt down]

I like hearing you, too.

So... so if you got any fan stuff you wanted to try, you should say, too. Okay?

[unbr8kable]

[Her cheeks warm again, but she nods, clearing her throat]

I got some ideas... You'll be the first to know when they're ready to go, okay?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...thanks.

[He realizes what his hand is doing - manages to get it back up on the table, a little shaky]

[His own cheeks are very warm, his smile almost shy]

Can't wait to hear em.

[unbr8kable]

For now, you're gonna have to.

[Tosses her hair, but comes off a little shy nevertheless]

Eat up, and we'll see what happens after that. How're you doing, by the way?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes a little darker - ducks his head, and picks up a chicken tender, beginning to munch]

I'm good.

This is all - good.

[unbr8kable]

[Relaxes a little at that; cuts another piece of burger]

Oh yeah? I mean, there's new clothes and all. The fit okay?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah, the fit ain't bad.

[He shifts again,]

Little shorter than I'm used to, though.

[unbr8kable]

The cage or the skirt?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush grows deeper,]

Uh.

Both?

[unbr8kable]

Mmm... So, you like it skimpy or no?

[crossmyheartandhope]

It's kinda, like... embarrassing?

[Another shift, and he reaches for a couple of fries]

But, like.


[A long pause, and when he speaks again, his voice is very quiet]

But, like. That's kinda good, too?

[unbr8kable]

Ah...

[She cocks her head, thinking]

Embarrassing 'cause somebody could see? Or 'cause you're hoping somebody will?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I... I dunno.

[He hesitates - reaches for a couple more fries]

...both?

...neither?

[unbr8kable]

Huh, okay. If it don't matter to you, that tells me something, too.

[She knocks at his ankle again...well, closer to his knee this time, but hey]

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... I mean.

[He shivers, at the touch of her foot - swallows, hard]

It would be real embarrassing, if someone saw? But not... bad. So both.

But that ain't the only reason it's good. So... so neither.

[unbr8kable]

[She hums, absorbing this. Her foot draws higher up his thigh]

Anything else I should keep in mind?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath stutters in his throat, and the shift this time is closer to an outright squirm]

What, uh. What kinda thing?

[unbr8kable]

[Perfect. Her foot continues sliding up, heel eventually resting on the edge of his chair, near where his legs meet but not forcing anything. Her tone stays light at his reaction]

Any kind. Communication's important, right?