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Fancy and sexy, they said.

Short ain't fancy?

[Starts grabbing things off the rack,]

Pretty sure there ain't nothing in our style that's fancy.

...'sides, it's gotta be in another unit's look.

[Grabbing a few suits]

[Looking over, at what he's doing]

Those're all pretty sweet...

[She holds onto the HSS pleather, but adds a couple more options
and he can try this on anyway,]

[His flush is decidedly not helped by the dresses she's picking out,]

Figured you'd look good in em.

[Grabbing another couple suits. He hesitates - flushes a little deeper, and ducks his head]

You think we need, uh. You know.

A full outfit?

[Grabs another few things herself]

Like--shoes? 'Cause I dunno that much would fit under most of these dresses...

Shoes or... I - I dunno. Other stuff.

[Takes a few more suits for the road,]

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[Does the same before nudging against him]

You got some "other stuff" in mind?

[Somehow flushing darker still at both the new dresses and the question]

...I mean. Maybe?

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Maybe...

Let's put it this way. Imma head for the dressing rooms... if there's anything else you wanna bring along, how 'bout you meet there with it?

Yeah... okay.

That sounds, uh.

...sure.

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[She smiles sweetly, leaning in for a one-armed hug that gives a generous squeeze to his ass. Then she pulls away, taking the suits from his hands as well]

There--now you don't gotta worry about carrying nothing if you're still feeling poorly from the ride over.

[His breath catches, at the squeeze - at her hands reaching in to take the suits]

O-oh. That's uh -

[He'd been draping them conveniently in front, to disguise the rather telling outline in his bodysuit - reaches as though to take them back, flush growing deeper still]

I - I ain't feeling that bad no more, I can - I can handle it.

Of course you can. But you don't have to. That's what partners are for, right?

[Her smirk goes a little softer, which she covers with a peck to his cheek. Then she skips off again, not stopping him if he really tries, but not having mercy to just offer him any of the cover, either,]

[He does not really try - seems too flustered, perhaps, to make a better attempt at stealing them back, and then she is gone, and he is left without cover]

[The flush grows deeper still; he shoots a furtive glance around the store. He hesitates - starts to head after her. Hesitates agin]

[Goes to pick up a few more things before he joins her, a couple of minutes later,]

[She's half into the first suit by the time he gets there, slacks open and shirt half-buttoned as he enters]

Find what you were looking for?

[He hesitates in the doorway, eyes going wide and cheeks going dark - swallows, with effort]

Yeah. Uh...

Yeah. I found, uh. Some stuff that might work.

[His eyes flicker up over the exposed skin, and he licks at his lips - steps into te changing room and closes the door behind him]

Looking forward to seeing it...

[She catches his expression, grin spreading even as her flush deepens]

...What d'you think so far? This one worth keeping going?

Looks... real good.

[Another quick flicker of his eyes, over the long lines of her and the bare patches of skin]

You look real good.

[Blushes more, looking away]

You always say stuff like that...

[She comes up to nudge against him]

More importantly, you think this suit's more promising than the others? Or do I gotta start over 'cause your secret accessories?

I always say stuff like that cause it's always true.

[Somehow the flush goes deeper with the proximity; who'd have thunk]

I mean, uh. I got something for you, too? If you wanna try some accessories. But you don't gotta.

[She huffs, but leans in to nose into his cheek]

...If you got me something, I ain't gonna say no.

[He hesitates a beat, and then another - hands her over a bra and panties set]

I mean. You can say no, if you wanna.

But I figured, a fancy suit outta have other facy stuff, too, right?

[Her cheeks go a little warm; she scratches at her nose]

...You'll have to help me take this off, then.

Ah... right.

Lemme just - uh.

[He takes a few steps closer - shifts his weight a little, from one foot to the other, as he reaches out with unsteady hands to undo the buttons on her shirt]

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