( she has to stay presentable for his party?? unless he Wants people to know. )
Oh, you know I will.
( and yknow what. assume a bit of time's passed because this time: he gets a picture! a blood red dress with an impossibly high cut up the thigh. her smile is sunny as always, her free hand rests on her hip, meticulously manicured nails teasing just beneath that daring cut to graze the unmarred skin beneath.
taken from a within a dressing room, of course. )
First one. What do you think?
( he said he trusts her but she wants to involve him anyway. )
[ he knows aerith is pretty. he's allergic to sentimentality and emotions but, again, he's not blind; he can appreciate aesthetics. and he does appreciate the shade of crimson on her, not at all because he's biased — the way the color contrasts her skin tone, how it brings out the flush on her cheeks. and that high cut...
he finds himself loosening his tie just a little. thankfully, the meeting is remote and he doesn't need to have his camera on. ]
I'll withhold judgement until I see the others.
[ only he could make "can i see more" sound so professional. ]
the second in line is a verdant green dress, a shade darker than her eyes. while it doesn't sport that same cut up the thigh, this one has a generous dip down the middle, ending just shy of her belly button. one she's even adorned with a simple dropped necklace to sit atop her sternum, a bit of her hair twirled around her fingers.
an older mark can be seen this time, the beginnings of a set of teeth with a bruise to match, right beneath the curve of her breast, the rest shrouded in drooped fabric. he should recognize that one. it hasn't been that long. )
[ he does, indeed, recognize that one, and the memory associated with it returns unbidden to the forefront of his thoughts. but beneath that: the idea of anyone else seeing those marks and admiring the way they stand out against her skin makes something dark and ugly rear its head. he'd never really considered himself to be a possessive man, but perhaps that's something to think about later. ]
( but! she only gets a little bit distracted before she's waiting by the curb with a few bags. some food, some clothing, and an iced drink in hand for her troubles. )
[ he doesn't respond to that bc he doesn't text and drive, thanks, but he's there waiting for her at the appointed time. when she shows up, he leans over to open the passenger side door for her and takes some of her bags when she gets close enough. ]
All this for the dinner, hm.
[ he should've figured she'd go on a bit of a spree. not that he really minds, tbh. ]
( a soft chime of thanks, sliding into the passenger's seat to get comfortable.
it's only when the door's shut does she lean over the console to reach for his chin, all the better to keep him steady to press a kiss to his temple, sweet and light, her smile more felt than seen. )
[ it happens almost in slow motion, the way she reaches for his chin and how she leans in; the gentle press of her lips and breath to his skin. he didn't expect it and it shows in his expression after she slides back into the seat, caught off guard as the car behind honks its horn.
( what, he can fuck her six ways 'til sunday but he can't handle a lil kiss?
all while she's sipping at a milk tea, fully leaning back in her chair and glancing at the car behind them through the mirror as she crosses her legs. she said what she said. dessert. )
Mhmm.
( what else could she mean? he specifically asked for the dress, after all.
but anyway. )
Want some?
( she knows he has to drive so she'll very kindly nudge her straw his way. )
[ yes. also not me forgetting already that he'd asked for it specifically like five tags ago. closes my eyes.
but he will lean over to take a sip of the milk tea at the next red light, just because she's offering and he's never tried it before. also i wanted the indirect kiss.
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Me?
Is it not for you to tempt me with?
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That's the idea. ♡
( at least she isn't denying it.. )
Think it'd work?
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Try it and we'll see.
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Oh, you know I will.
( and yknow what. assume a bit of time's passed because this time: he gets a picture! a blood red dress with an impossibly high cut up the thigh. her smile is sunny as always, her free hand rests on her hip, meticulously manicured nails teasing just beneath that daring cut to graze the unmarred skin beneath.
taken from a within a dressing room, of course. )
First one. What do you think?
( he said he trusts her but she wants to involve him anyway. )
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he finds himself loosening his tie just a little. thankfully, the meeting is remote and he doesn't need to have his camera on. ]
I'll withhold judgement until I see the others.
[ only he could make "can i see more" sound so professional. ]
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( not even a compliment! hmph.
the second in line is a verdant green dress, a shade darker than her eyes. while it doesn't sport that same cut up the thigh, this one has a generous dip down the middle, ending just shy of her belly button. one she's even adorned with a simple dropped necklace to sit atop her sternum, a bit of her hair twirled around her fingers.
an older mark can be seen this time, the beginnings of a set of teeth with a bruise to match, right beneath the curve of her breast, the rest shrouded in drooped fabric. he should recognize that one. it hasn't been that long. )
Contestant number two!
Well?
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Are those your final options?
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Why, found a favorite already?
( does she need to remind him that not wearing a dress or anything at all isn't an option, or. )
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But you'll wear the green one for me only.
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hm.
yeah, she'll take that as a positive reaction. a compliment, even, to get a taste of that possessiveness. it's certainly doing something for her. )
Saw something you liked, huh.
( and only for him, he says. )
And when will I be wearing that one?
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( hey, doesn't hurt to ask right. )
Or are you busy being married to your job?
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Fine.
Tell me when you're done shopping.
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Hungry?
I can grab something before I come over.
( when's the last time he had real food anyway. )
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Yes.
I'll pick you up.
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I was thinking about grabbing a shawl, then your food, of course.
That enough time for you to say your goodbyes to your desk?
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No, but it'll do.
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You better not be late! I'll see you soon.
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Don't get distracted.
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( but! she only gets a little bit distracted before she's waiting by the curb with a few bags. some food, some clothing, and an iced drink in hand for her troubles. )
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All this for the dinner, hm.
[ he should've figured she'd go on a bit of a spree. not that he really minds, tbh. ]
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it's only when the door's shut does she lean over the console to reach for his chin, all the better to keep him steady to press a kiss to his temple, sweet and light, her smile more felt than seen. )
It's for dessert.
( and back to her seat she goes! )
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right. driving. that's what he's doing. ]
Dessert.
[ does she mean tonight... ]
the icon. i'm crying
all while she's sipping at a milk tea, fully leaning back in her chair and glancing at the car behind them through the mirror as she crosses her legs. she said what she said. dessert. )
Mhmm.
( what else could she mean? he specifically asked for the dress, after all.
but anyway. )
Want some?
( she knows he has to drive so she'll very kindly nudge her straw his way. )
accurate representation
but he will lean over to take a sip of the milk tea at the next red light, just because she's offering and he's never tried it before. also i wanted the indirect kiss.
he makes a bit of a face. ]
... It's sweet.
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