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[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?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He glances down, flushed and restless - hyper aware of how close she is]

R-real important.

[Another shift; she can feel the rustle of the petticoats, this time]

Can't - can't think of nothing, though.

[unbr8kable]

Alright. Well, my office's always open.

[Her tone is mild, though her gaze follows his fluster and the blush that goes down past his neckline.

At the scratch of his petticoats her foot twitches, brushing against the warmth of his inner thigh light enough to be unintentional]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches at that too-soft brush of her foot; he shifts again, possibly closer to the edge of the chair this time]

O-oh yeah?

[unbr8kable]

[She stays put...unless the petticoats move to tickle her foot again, in which case it flexes once more]

Yeah. I mean. I'm always here for you if you wanna talk, y'know?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah. Yeah, you uh - you always been real good at listening.

[Another shift; this time the petticoats tickle at her foot again]

[He reaches for another fry, hand decidedly unsteady,]

[unbr8kable]

[She twitches against him a little harder this time; afterwards she raises an eyebrow]

...Yeah, there's a couple things I notice.

You need something?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Not... like, need need.

[He shifts again,]

[unbr8kable]

Oh--no?

[Makes a concerted effort to keep still, with dubious success--huffs lightly through her nose and deliberately presses into the petticoats]

...Seems like something's bothering you, like you can't keep still. It's really nothing?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[At the deliberate press of her foot, a soft sound escapes him; he bites down on his lip, hard, to stifle it]

S-seat's just - kinda cold, is all.

[He does not seem cold. If anything, his face is flushed even darker]

[unbr8kable]

Is it?

[Nudges in again, slow and careful]

Wonder if there's something to warm it up...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shifts again in the chair, pressing perhaps a little further forward,]

Y-you think?

I wouldn't, uh. Wouldn't say no to that.

[unbr8kable]

Thought you wouldn't.

[She takes her drink, playing with the straw]

Now then... What ways do we have to heat you up?

[She stretches out her toes]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His eyes track downward, toward the drink and the straw and her fingers on it]

[He makes a soft sound, when she stretches out her toes - shivers, and shifts, petticoats rustling as he moves]

Ain't... ain't you the one who said body heat's the best way?

Science says, right?