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 ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. Okay, then.

Let's do that.

[unbr8kable]

Okay.

[Looks down, then up at him, careful, through her lashes]

Then...you wanna keep going? Or...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His face goes dark at the way the "or" trails off; he ducks his head, and glances away, trying not to fill in that blank with things she definitely doesn't mean.]

Yeah. Can we, uh. Can we keep going...?

[unbr8kable]

[Hums, and gets her feet under her--slowly pushes up to standing, hands on his knees for balance. Then she offers him a hand as well, to pull him up, perhaps, though her stance isn't quite as stable as it could be]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He ducks his head a little, aware of the lingering warmth from where her touch had been, on his knees - reaches out to take her hand.]

[unbr8kable]

[Squeezes his hand, and tugs him to his feet]

Time for the main event. I think you'll like this one.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah?

[He gives her hand a squeeze back - tries on a soft smile.]

Let's see what you got, dude.

[unbr8kable]

[Smiles back, crooked, then digs in her bag, pulling out a length of purple gauzy material.]

I mean--no point in talking it up. It's just a dress. But the goal was 'pretty,' right? And it reminded me of you, kinda... Anyways, arms up, okay?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He glances it over - takes it in, and notes the color, and flushes a little.]

[He puts his arms up, a touch self-conscious.]

Go for it, dude.

[unbr8kable]

There's a green one, too, that probably would've been fine, but...

[She chatters as she works, gently tugging the rounded neckline over his already messy hair--though not hard enough, as it gets caught at the crown--not enough clearance for his head. Perhaps she should have opened the single loop button ahead of time, but the more one knows.

Of course she leaves him stuck for now, instead pulling his arms through the capped sleeves and getting distracted at how the muscles of his chest and his shoulders while in this awkward position--

--Clears her throat, and reaches for the button to free him from his cloth prison]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He stays still for her while she's fussing with his arms and the sleeves - waits for her to undo the button and free him. From inside, his voice is a little muffled by the fabric:]

No, uh. Purple's good, I - it's nice, you picked a good one.

[When she finally gets to the button and the dress comes down the rest of the way, he glances down at it, biting at his lip.]

[unbr8kable]

[In the end, it looks not unlike this--a simple silhouette, gathered at the waist, the fabric a gradient from fuchsia to indigo, speckled with gauze stars. With his silver slip showing through from underneath, the gauze stars seem to shimmer, while thee night sky takes on some of the sheen of the fabric below, eye-catching but not gaudily so.

Nemesis steps back a little to see her handiwork--tugs it here and there on the sides, remembers to redo the button at his collarbone, fingers a little shaky (at least on one hand), and her knuckles slip to brush against him, light]

I thought, 'cause that white outfit we got, with the star field? And then, that time on Rainbow Bridge...it just reminded me of that, kinda...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers again, just a little, at the brush of her knuckles against his collar bone - stares down at the dress, and the way the stars catch the silver, and the place where the colors fade from one into the other, passing through her shade somewhere in the middle.]

[His expression gets softer, at the explanation; he ducks his head, almost shy.]

It's good. For real, it's - you picked good.

[unbr8kable]

Oh yeah?

[This comes out more hopeful than she'd hoped for, but she's obviously pleased nevertheless...a little self-conscious, maybe]

Looks nice against your skin tone, I think. It's a good color.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah, I noticed. I mean - how good it is. The color.

Kinda - yours in the middle there, y'know?

[unbr8kable]

That's why it's so good. Glad to see you're finally appreciating my good taste.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Hey, you got great taste. Who better to trust for something like this, yeah?

[He hesitates - reaches, absently, to toy with the hem of his shirt, like he sometimes does, but there is no shirt; he toys with a fold of the dress, instead, rubbing the fabric between thumb and forefinger.]

And, like - with the other stuff, too. Not just picking it, but - y'know.

That... woulda been pretty rough, with anyone else.

[unbr8kable]

Eh, I bet you could've done fine. I bet plenty of people'd be happy to take care of you.

[Her expression sours the slightest bit, though she isn't sure why herself]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Think you're overestimating the draw of sticking me in a dress, dude.

And anyway - anyway, I didn't want no one else.

[unbr8kable]

The dress don't got anything to do with it.

And what, you saved that one just for me?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He's going red again - won't meet her eyes.]

I mean. I kinda figured, some of the harder ones would be okay to do, if it was with you?

But you didn't have to. And I didn't know for sure - I mean, if you hadn't wanted to, you coulda taken a pass. You coulda taken a pass on all of em, if none of em were - like. Okay to do?

I - you know that, right? You didn't, like - you didn't have to?

[He glances up at her, uncertain in a different way.]

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, ‘course. Like, I wouldn’t’ve, if you weren’t into it, but... I figured I could help. And, uh, I don’t mind. Especially if you were saving it, special.

[She looks away, a little, which doesn’t hide the heat over her ears]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He ducks his head, blushing furiously - but he doesn't actually deny that he'd been saving it. All he says is:]

Okay. Okay... cool.

Long's you didn't, like - mind.

[He hesitates - fidgets with the fabric of the dress a bit more.]

Did you, uh. Did you have any squares you wanted help with? Or...?

[unbr8kable]

They’re...

[She falters, shifts in a way that is largely unlike her]

...I mean, I can just skip those ones, you don’t gotta do that kinda stuff with me... You don’t gotta worry about it...

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, c'mon. You helped me out, right? Least I can do's return the favor.

[He shifts a little, himself.]

'Sides. I ain't seen nothing on any of these cards I'd mind doing, if it was with you.

[Falters to a stop, perhaps as he realizes how those words can be taken - a touch more eager than he intended to let on - or perhaps as he remembers what else was on his card, and goes a deeper red.]

I just mean, like. Y'know. If you got stuff that's gonna be hard, better to get it done with someone you know. Right? And, like - I'm good for it, is all, so. So if you wanna check something off...