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[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]

Edited 2021-12-13 16:21 (UTC)

[She leans forward, helping; only a few of the buttons had been done in the first place so it doesn't take too much effort.

Beneath is nothing but bare skin, nipples pebbled in the cool air. She has the grace to blush, though it could just be coincidence]

[He's blushing enough for the both of them - unhooks the bra, biting at his lip, and offers it up to her]

You want me to, uh...

If you don't mind.

[She turns around so he can properly hook it back on?]

R-right. Uh.

[He steps forward, so that his chest is almost pressed flush to her back - enough, surely, for them both to feel the warmth of each other's skin]

[He eases the shirt off, setting it carefully aside. Then he guides one of her arms into the bra - works the soft fabric around the front of her, and guides in the other arm. Behind her, he flushes deeper still - lifts one of her breasts, gentle, to guide it into a comfortable position in the cup, and then follows suit on the next]

[And if, perhaps, it takes him a little longer to manage this last part than it might usually otherwise, surely he can be forgiven,]

Edited 2021-12-13 22:57 (UTC)

[It is in fact important to make sure that clothes fit their best, right? So if she shivers into his chest--presses hers into his hands with a soft groan--that's just making sure the outfit is going to look as it should, right? It's important to put in the time to do it right]

[Eventually--]

...The bottom too, right?

Ah... yeah. I can help with that, too.

[He gives one last lingering squeeze - lets go, to hook the bra closed behind her. When it's in place, he runs his fingers over the surace of the cups, to make sure it;s on straight]

[Then his hands come to her hips, tracing the waistband of her slacks]

[The extra care is appreciated and (spoilers) will happily be reciprocated at a future time]

[For now she gives an anticipatory shiver against him, breath going more shallow]

[If he were to explore further, he'd find simple cotton boyshorts beneath; presumably she'd not been expecting to impress when she'd dressed that morning so the change works out,]

[By the shy path his eyes take, she's managed to impress whether she intended to or not; certainly his gaze slips down to the boyshorts, lingering for a moment as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slowly eases them down]

[Possibly this could have been done with less lingering touches to her hips and thighs and calves, but he is being nothing if not thorough]

[She lets out a soft sound as he undresses her, the gusset of the boy shorts already sporting a damp spot by the time he finally works them off.

The fresh pair are surely fated for the same, as she squirms in place even before he makes it to finding the new panties, her nipples pressed tight against the mesh of the bra, but she doesn't interrupt--somehow finding patience for once]

Edited 2021-12-14 07:25 (UTC)

[Before the boy shorts come down, he brushes against that damp spot with the tips of his fingers, soft and searching - trails upward from there, to the waistband, so that he can work them slowly down]

[Then he's reaching for the new pair - goes down to his knees, there at her feet, to help her step into them]

[There's a definite whimper as he goes to her knees--looks up at him from the floor, like some sort of royalty; close enough that she can feel his breath and the brush of his hair against hers.

Arousal begins to seep down her inner thigh, and she puts her hand to his head, for balance,]

[He leans into the touch of her hand - spots the trickle on her inner thigh, and his lips part, just a little]

[He shifts, there on the floor - reaches out, almost wondering, to trace the trail with his finger. When he looks up at her, his eyes are half-lidded and his cheeks are dark]

S'gonna be a mess if I put em on you like this.

[He licks at his lips - glances up toward her face, almost shy]

You want me to clean you up some, first...?

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