dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

Comments

[unbr8kable]

[Points back at him]

Jacket, please.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh. Right.

[He takes off the vampire coat - makes a self-conscious little tada gesture, though his face is very red.]

[He's got on something similar to this, but with silver boots in place of the leg pieces.]

[unbr8kable]

Mm...

[Looks him up and down--makes him do a turnaround. Idly notes how many freckles (so many!) but pushes it aside.]

I like the boots. You can keep the boots.

[crossmyheartandhope]

That mean you're gonna stick with the silver look?

[His face is even darker after the turnaround, if that's even possible.]

[unbr8kable]

Mm, I think I prefer some color on you.

[And she doesn't not look at the flush down his face, because she's kind of bad at this, so she starts walking again, to the costume racks.]

...Uh, anyways--go take that off. I'll meet you in the dressing room for the main event.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Uh... yeah. Uh.

[He swallows hard at the words "dressing room," but manages a nod.]

See you there.

[And he ducks his head and takes off in that direction.]

[unbr8kable]

[She watches him go, then turns to delve into the rows of costuming. She has an idea of what he might like, or at least she might like, and it doesn't take too long to find things that would do.

She comes back with a bag full of treasures, and thinks to knock on the doorway an instant before just pushing right past the curtain and stepping in]

Ready for me?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah... let's see what you got.

[He's stripped down - is in just his boxer briefs. The boots have come off, too; he wasn't sure if he'd need them off to put on whatever she brought back with her.]

[His posture is going for casual, but honestly it lands a little closer to self-conscious on the scale. His cheeks are still dark.]

[unbr8kable]

[She rocks back on her heels, raises her eyebrows in innocent**** surprise]

Ohh... So you didn't want pretty undies, too?

[Takes back her hand from where she's about to take something from the tote]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Wh - what?! You don't think they meant, like - everything, do you?

[unbr8kable]

I mean, they could have...

[Stretches out the words, eyes gleaming at the redness over his face, the panic in his voice, though her own cheeks go pretty warm once she actually thinks about it, and she turns away]

...But nah, probably not. Anyways, here, arms up.

[With little ado, she takes something silver and shimmery from the bag; steps closer as if to tug it over his head]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Ah - uh. Right.

[He steps in a little closer, to make it easier for her - puts his arms up over his head. He isn't quite looking at her; his gaze is trained somewhere on the floor, and his face is flushed, and he's biting at his lower lip.]

[unbr8kable]

[She watches him for a moment, then gently pulls the neckline over his head and to his shoulders, reaches to guide his hands and arms through the crisscrossed straps of the bodice without getting caught. Twists the fabric a bit so that the rest of the slip falls easily down past his narrow hips, ruffles gently flaring out demurely past the knee. Smooths the satin down his sides, the fabric cool and a little slick--once, once is enough. Shoves up the sleeves of her trenchcoat and the corners of her mouth, careful]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He stands very still for her, while she rearranges the fabric - almost manages it, right up until the satin settles, smooth and cool and slick, and she runs her hands down his sides. At that, he doesn't quite manage not to shiver, face going a darker red.]

[unbr8kable]

[Brushes her hands over the skirt of her jacket again, careful; doesn't quite manage not to peek up and watch his face. Then she dips back into the tote bag, pulls out a pair of shimmery, silvery thigh-high stockings.]

...Need a foot, now. You wanna do it sitting or standing?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[If she's looking at his face now, it's definitely doing some interesting things.]

[It takes him quite a few seconds longer than you'd think a person might need to answer a simple question. His voice, when it comes, is a little strained.]

I'll, uh. I'll sit down.

[And he does sit down - swallows, and glances aside, and offers the metal leg first.]

[unbr8kable]

[She kneels before him, thighs slightly parted and very bare as her jacket rides up and the lower buttons work themselves open.

She doesn't seem to notice, instead, carefully gathering the delicate hose and tucking his foot inside. Once she's cleared his heel, she rests it on her leg so she can work the fabric higher. It takes perhaps longer than strictly necessary, though it makes sense; have to keep everything clear of the mechanics of his prosthetic, right?

The top of the stocking hits just about at the bottom of his stump, and the backs of her knuckles skim over the sensitive skin as she settles the nylon into place.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It's a good thing he gave her the prosthetic first. If he had a heart it would be going about a million miles a second; he's not sure he could have taken her hands sliding the material all the way up his real leg without bracing himself first.]

[He is excruciatingly aware of her thighs, and of what her hemline is doing - bites at his lower lip, hard, and glances away with great effort. As a result, he doesn't see that final bit of contact coming, and when her knuckles come into contact with what remains of his thigh, he can't quite stifle the sharply indrawn breath.]

[unbr8kable]

...Too much?

[She looks up, apologetic; takes her hands back.]

I know the nerves can be kinda weird down there.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Naw, it's - it's cool.

[His voice is a little strained; his face is bright red. He's blushing to his ears.]

Just caught me by surprise, is all.

[unbr8kable]

[Shifts a little, hands playing with the edge of the other stocking]

Yeah, well... Tell me if something's not okay or someplace's off limits. I asked 'cause I wanted to know, y'know?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. Yeah, I - thanks, dude.

[He manages to look up at her - tries on a reassuring smile.]

For real, though. I'm good. Promise.

[unbr8kable]

...Alright.

[Looks down, lashes low, and sets his foot on the floor. Then she gestures for his other one, waits for him to offer it. This way she startling him shouldn't be an issue]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hesitates for only a second or two - bites at his lip again, and glances down, and offers his other leg.]

[unbr8kable]

[Her shoulders ease the slightest bit, and she works the stocking over his toes and flat against his heel, pulls it taut before setting it on her warm thigh, covering the very tip of a light scar.

She works the hose up his real leg just as gently--light touches at ankle and calf and behind the knee, whispery brushes of her fingers as the semi-opaque material goes up and up and up, covering whatever scars and blemishes and freckles with a silvery sheen.

Her hand stutter the slightest bit before disappearing under the hem of his slip. Pulling the hose up to his upper thigh, she then presses gently into his flesh to extricate her fingers without snapping the elastic too roughly]