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fickle_obsessedPairing Sue Denim/Alex Zane
Word Count 3273
Rating R
Prompt Crossdressing for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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“I’ve got a present for you,” Sue says, placing a parcel carefully in Alex’s lap.
“American Apparel?” he says tearing into the plastic like an excited child and pausing at the scrap of purple shiny material he finds. Holding it in front of himself he glances side long at her. “Think you’re gonna have to explain this to me. I want to say it’s a dress, but I’ve seen dresses, they’re normally…y’know bigger, longer, something like that.”
“I’ve told you before, I’m a leg girl,” she says with a little shrug. “Don’t you like it?”
“Is this for me or you?” he asks, shuffling a little closer to her on his bed.
“Both?” she offers, the vaguest yet truest answer she can give.
“Okay let me rephrase that. Who’s supposed to wear it?” he tries instead, completely aware that he can never take such things for granted where she’s concerned.
“Well I’m not against us sharing it. It’s not like I exactly have the tits to stretch it out, or that you have the body of an actual man.”
“Your desire to turn me into a girl at any given opportunity’s a little worrying, you know?” he says, examining the dress a little more closely, trying to work out if it’ll actually cover anything or if he’s going to have to make a choice about what to expose.
She leans in to kiss him, one hand brushing through his slightly too long hair. “If you weren’t so pretty…” she whispers. “I really can’t be held accountable for how good you look in my clothes, or how eager you are to let me dress you up.”
“You know me, I’ll do anything to get my end away,” he teases, leaning in closer. “I’ll just slip into something less comfortable then, shall I?”
“Actually,” she says. “I thought I might paint your nails first. Do your make-up maybe? Take full advantage of your beautiful face.”
“You think I can’t do my own make-up?” he asks looking a little offended. “What do you think I am? An amateur? I’ve been wearing eyeliner for years.”
“You’re cute when you completely miss the point. It’s almost as if you’re innocent,” she says, pulling away to look at him. “I want to do your make-up . It’s…part of it. Prettying you up.”
“Oh well if it’s part of your little kink, by all means.” He gives her a wonky smile as he leans in to kiss her. “So where do you want me?”
She raises an eyebrow at his question. “Well lots of places actually, but right now? I think you can stay here. The light’s good enough for my…purposes and if my lack of self restraint gets the better of me we’re already on the bed.”
“You say that like you wouldn’t fuck me if we were somewhere else,” he points out with a little smirk.
“Yeah okay good point,” she concedes, reaching down for her bag at the side of his bed, rummaging in it for her make-up bag. Unzipping it she pauses for a moment, glancing between the contents and Alex, peering over her shoulder.
“Nothing too girly, okay?” he asks, watching as she pulls out little colourful pots and tubes of stuff he only vaguely recognises from the make-up rooms of TV studios. “I mean don’t make me look like a hooker or anything, yeah?”
“I promise not to make you look silly,” she assures him. “That’d pretty much ruin the effect. I know it’s a bit of fun but…”
“You like it when I take it seriously,” he says quietly with a little smile, reaching across to get a closer look at his options. It’s not a question. He already knows, he already does, because she gets this look in her eyes sometimes that makes it obvious that this is important, something she really wants and he wouldn’t take the piss in moments like that.
“I’ll keep the hot pink to myself,” she agrees, kissing him again. “And the robot blue.”
“I quite like the look of this,” he says, handing over one of the little jars, finger tips touching hers.
“Petrol Black, a fine choice,” she agrees. “And I have a deep purple that’d go beautifully with it. Come on, hands out.”
Obediently he gives her his hand, fingers splayed as she takes it and opens her bottle of nail varnish. He’s a little surprised at how steady her hands are as she paints each short nail, with a real look of concentration on her face. She blows on them for a second, despite the fact she’s pretty sure that kind of thing makes no difference. “Don’t touch anything, okay? It’ll smudge.”
“Is this your way of stopping me groping you?” he asks. “I really should’ve thought about this earlier, shouldn’t I? This is all an evil ploy to get me to keep my hands to myself.”
“Oh yeah, because I really want that,” she says sarcastically. “Two minutes, Al and they’ll be dry. Of course you still won’t be able to grope me because I’ll have a brush next to your eye and I’d rather you not be half blind. But after that.”
“Just give it to me straight, Suzy, how long are we talking here?” he asks, faking desperation just a little.
“Twenty minutes?”
Without a word he leans in, keeping his hands out of the way and kisses her deeply for a good couple of minutes before pulling away. “Just to keep me going,” he says licking his lips as he leans away again. “Go on then, Miss Denim. Make me beautiful.”
She has to close her eyes for just a moment to compose herself, to stop her hand from shaking because she’d really rather not mess up this part of the process. Dipping the brush into the pigment she pats the excess off and shuffles closer.
“Close your eyes,” she says quietly, leaning in and carefully applying the powder to his eyelids, as he sits completely still, barely even breathing as she blends it carefully, brushing stray particles away with the back of her finger. “Okay open,” she orders, moving to get a better look at him, not taking her eyes off him as she retrieves a tube of mascara by touch alone.
“It always worries me when you stare at me like that, it makes me think you’re working out how to kill me,” he says, breaking the silence.
“I’d never kill you, Al,” she promises. “Not while you’re still of use to me at least.”
“As long as I’m pretty and can get it up I’m safe. Got it.”
She leans in to kiss him, half to shut him up, her free hand moving into his hair because as it turns out twenty minutes is too long for her to hold back. When she pulls back a little disappointed sound escapes his lips and she can’t help but smile.
“I’ll let you do the eyeliner, yeah? I’m not sure I trust myself not to poke you in the eye and this stops being sexy when I end up with a boyfriend that can only see in 2D.”
“Not a problem,” he agrees. “Although you know I’d look sexy as fuck with an eye patch.”
“Okay now just relax your lips,” she says, tossing the mascara tube away and pulling out the purple lipstick.
“I thought I had to do some kind of weird stretchy thing,” he replies blinking slowly, trying to get used to the feel of mascara on his eyelashes, going cross eyed as he tries to see it. “Like this,” he adds, doing it, mouth open and lips tensed in a laughable fashion.
“Yeah that’s bullshit, I don’t know who came up with that but…no, just be normal, try and be normal.”
He sticks one finger up at her but does as he’s told, watching as she twists the lipstick up, wondering if it’s a little dark, but trusting her. “Do I get to look at myself once you’re done with me?”
“Done with you as in…in this context or done with you as in this whole…scenario.”
“Both?” he tries. “I was thinking pre rather than post fucked though, if that helps.”
“I’m sure once you go and slip out of these clothes,” she starts, free hand trailing down the front of his t-shirt, “you’ll be able to get a look, before you’re all smudged.”
He isn’t sure what he’s supposed to say to that, he isn’t even sure he can form words thanks to the varied visuals his mind’s providing him with which he knows will be nothing compared to the reality. “Right,” he manages coughing to clear his throat.
She beams at his reaction, always taking a strange kind of pride in managing to make him speechless as she shuffles back into place lipstick poised in hand and she paints his lips carefully without a word. “Now press your lips together, and you’re all done.”
Doing as she says he gives her a little pout leaning in for a kiss, satisfied that she’s finally finished with him for now.
She wants to lean in, wants nothing more than to close the space, press her lips against his and taste his lipstick, smear it all over his beautiful face, but that would ruin everything, spoil the effect. He has to be perfect and precise. “Go and get changed, Alex,” she says quietly.
In the bathroom he pulls off his own clothes quickly, carefully keeping his lips pressed together to avoid smudging his lipstick or ending up with it all over the neck of his t-shirt. Once naked he pulls on the tube of stretchy fabric, keeping one hand on the top to keep it over at least his nipples, while pulling it down awkwardly with the other to cover his bum and crotch. Satisfied that he doesn’t look completely indecent, or at least no more indecent that Suzy’s ever looked in the bedroom he runs his hand slowly down the fabric, tight and clingy across his body as he straightens it and looks at himself in the full length mirror, running a hand through his messy hair making it even more of a state, but he has to admit he looks pretty good and feels good too actually, still it’s not like it’s the first time he’s worn a dress, usually for a laugh, but it’s always been something he’s enjoyed so it isn’t a big surprise. It’s different like this though, he feels sexy, no not sexy, sensual, some kind of key difference that he isn’t going to try to define because he doesn’t want to keep Suzy waiting and it really isn’t that important anyway. With one final finishing touch he blows himself a kiss in the mirror and heads back into the bedroom in bare feet.
“Okay you can open your eyes,” Alex says as he stands at the foot of the bed, attempting to look sultry, because he knows he has to take this seriously or it’ll spoil the whole illusion.
Suzy stares for a few seconds, trying to remember what words are and how to form them and silly little things like that, but really all she can focus on is the gorgeous creature in front of her, all wavy hair, smouldering eyes, dark lips and skinny hips. “Fuck,” she finally manages in an exhale of breath. “…fuck.”
It isn’t like this is the first time they’ve done something like this, although it is the first time so much effort has been made with make up and a new dress and all the rest of it. Still he always gets more or less the same reaction. The speechlessness, and inability to look away, and if he wasn’t already the cocky type things like this would certainly make him that way.
“You like it then?” he asks casually, pretty pleased with himself for not smirking.
She allows her gaze to drift slowly up his body, taking it all in, before pausing at his face, swallowing to wet her mouth and bide herself just a little time to pull herself together enough to form an actual sentence. “My beautiful, beautiful boy,” she says quietly, crawling to the bottom of the bed to get a closer look, finger nails digging into her hands with the sheer effort of not reaching out to grab him.
“You know you’re allowed to touch me, right?” he asks as she gazes up at him with thinly veiled lust.
“But then it’ll be all over much too quickly,” she admits, biting her lip.
“Think you might be underestimating my stamina, love,” he replies, a proud smile crossing his painted lips.
“Didn’t mean like that,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I know all about your stamina. I meant…” she trails off, sitting up slowly, not sure how to verbalise her thoughts, especially not with him standing there looking like that. It’s a bit complicated really. She just wants to look at him, drink in the view only she isn’t entirely sure why, not that she really needs a reason of course.
“So you’re just going to look at me?” he asks, standing a little straighter, almost presenting himself to her.
“That okay?”
“Considering the way you’re looking at me, I think I can probably deal with that for a little bit,” he agrees with a little nod. “Anything you’d like to see?”
She shakes her head not trusting her voice for a moment, any more visual stimulation and she’s pretty sure she’ll lose what little self control she’s clinging to. “Just you, like this,” she admits quietly, focusing on his painted face as she speaks before allowing her gaze to drift down from his bare shoulders to the top of the dress, clinging to his body, skimming over skinny hips and taut over the bulge at his groin. The dress is possibly a little short on him really, the expanse of skinny, hairy legs ruining the overall look just a little and as she begins her study of him in reverse she wonders idly how open he’d be to shaving them in the future. It’s always worth asking though, Alex very rarely says no to anything that she suggests in the bedroom, that’s one of the reasons she likes him so much.
“So…” he breaths a few minutes later, after she’s stared at every little bit of him with an intensity that makes him feel like the most important man on Earth.
Blinking back the haze in her mind she looks him in the eye and gives him a dreamy little smile, offering her hand to him. “Okay,” she says, with a little nod, as if she’s trying to draw the staring to a close, move on to something else, something more physical. “Come here.”
He moves with surprising grace towards the bed as she sits up, legs open in an invitation to stand between them, knees against the mattress. Slowly her hands come up to his waist, fingers moving over the silky fabric slowly, up and down his sides as she gazes up at him, opening her mouth to speak, the words dying on her lips as she notices an unexpected ridge, one hand moving to his thigh and up under the hem of the dress to explore further. She bites her lip as her fingers graze against lace, the smile on her face growing and her eyes a little wider with interest.
“You’re wearing knickers,” she observes, wonder and lust tainting her voice.
“I thought one of us should,” he says with a little shrug as if this little touch is nothing. “Thought an extra layer might slow you down a bit.” And turn her on even more of course, and he’s certainly not against the feel of satin against his cock, something he’ll be sure to share with her at some point in the near future.
“They’re not mine,” she continues, deciding against taking his bait. She could get into the banter, but it’s ever so difficult to be witty when he’s this close even at the best of times.
“You own knickers?” he asks, aghast. “Six months and I’m yet to see proof of this.”
“I own a couple of pairs,” she protests, squeezing his hip by way of punishment. “I’ve just not had much cause to wear them. Now can we get back to the subject in hand?”
“It’s not quite in hand,” he says with a cocky little smile. “Not yet at least.”
“Alex!” she cries. “Be serious!”
He takes a deep breath as if this will help him get back into character, stop him being his usual cocky self. “No they’re not yours,” he confirms. “I got them, the other day. Now seemed a good time to wear them.” Pausing he leans in close to her ear. “Wanna see?”
There are no words for quite how much she wants to see and suddenly her mouth is dry again, any complicated words or sentences fleeing from her mind as she swallows, biting her lip hard, just to stop herself from kissing him, because denying herself that will make it better when she can’t hold back any longer. “Yes,” she breaths. “Fuck yes.”
With a smirk he straightens up, hand moving slowly to the hem of his dress, wondering if perhaps he should let her do it, but then she does seem to be pretty keen on keeping her hands mostly to herself, unfortunately. With agonising slowness he pushes the fabric up over his thighs, not that it has far to go before he’s revealing bright turquoise and black high cut knickers. They’re nothing too racy, because he’s well aware he’d look ridiculous in a thong and the idea is to excite her, not make her laugh.
“What do you think?”
Her fingers trace along the edge of the black lace, seemingly transfixed by the sight. By the way the fabric stretches across his increasing erection and by the knowledge that he’s picked these out and bought them just for her, for them.
“Beautiful,” she finally manages. It’s an understatement. She’s a songwriter and that’s the best she can come up with? Still managing even that much feels like a win at the moment.
“You can touch,” he points out, pretty pleased with himself for not sounding completely desperate, because he really is now. The look on her face, the rapt attention and desire is making it a little difficult for him to think himself.
Slowly her thumb brushes against him, hard and smooth and so wonderful a little noise escapes her throat.
“That’s it,” he says, eyes closing, enjoying her touch even through the fabric, perhaps even more so than flesh on flesh because it’s different.
Her hand encloses him as fully as she can, rubs firmly against his cock, eyes alternating between his crotch and face, the way his mouth hangs slightly open as he moans lightly. Somehow he seems to be getting more beautiful by the second, all desperate and horny and completely at her mercy, which is why she removes her hand and pulls the dress back down to cover him.
He opens his eyes suddenly, a strangled moan of disappointment escaping the back of his throat. “I-is that it?” he stammers, not really wanting to beg, but pretty much willing to.
She beams up at him, twisting her legs with his. “As much as I want to see your face if I say yes, no Alex. Now I rip your knickers off, fling you onto the bed and fuck you like the sexy little bitch you are.”
“Finally!”
Word Count 3273
Rating R
Prompt Crossdressing for
kink_bingo“I’ve got a present for you,” Sue says, placing a parcel carefully in Alex’s lap.
“American Apparel?” he says tearing into the plastic like an excited child and pausing at the scrap of purple shiny material he finds. Holding it in front of himself he glances side long at her. “Think you’re gonna have to explain this to me. I want to say it’s a dress, but I’ve seen dresses, they’re normally…y’know bigger, longer, something like that.”
“I’ve told you before, I’m a leg girl,” she says with a little shrug. “Don’t you like it?”
“Is this for me or you?” he asks, shuffling a little closer to her on his bed.
“Both?” she offers, the vaguest yet truest answer she can give.
“Okay let me rephrase that. Who’s supposed to wear it?” he tries instead, completely aware that he can never take such things for granted where she’s concerned.
“Well I’m not against us sharing it. It’s not like I exactly have the tits to stretch it out, or that you have the body of an actual man.”
“Your desire to turn me into a girl at any given opportunity’s a little worrying, you know?” he says, examining the dress a little more closely, trying to work out if it’ll actually cover anything or if he’s going to have to make a choice about what to expose.
She leans in to kiss him, one hand brushing through his slightly too long hair. “If you weren’t so pretty…” she whispers. “I really can’t be held accountable for how good you look in my clothes, or how eager you are to let me dress you up.”
“You know me, I’ll do anything to get my end away,” he teases, leaning in closer. “I’ll just slip into something less comfortable then, shall I?”
“Actually,” she says. “I thought I might paint your nails first. Do your make-up maybe? Take full advantage of your beautiful face.”
“You think I can’t do my own make-up?” he asks looking a little offended. “What do you think I am? An amateur? I’ve been wearing eyeliner for years.”
“You’re cute when you completely miss the point. It’s almost as if you’re innocent,” she says, pulling away to look at him. “I want to do your make-up . It’s…part of it. Prettying you up.”
“Oh well if it’s part of your little kink, by all means.” He gives her a wonky smile as he leans in to kiss her. “So where do you want me?”
She raises an eyebrow at his question. “Well lots of places actually, but right now? I think you can stay here. The light’s good enough for my…purposes and if my lack of self restraint gets the better of me we’re already on the bed.”
“You say that like you wouldn’t fuck me if we were somewhere else,” he points out with a little smirk.
“Yeah okay good point,” she concedes, reaching down for her bag at the side of his bed, rummaging in it for her make-up bag. Unzipping it she pauses for a moment, glancing between the contents and Alex, peering over her shoulder.
“Nothing too girly, okay?” he asks, watching as she pulls out little colourful pots and tubes of stuff he only vaguely recognises from the make-up rooms of TV studios. “I mean don’t make me look like a hooker or anything, yeah?”
“I promise not to make you look silly,” she assures him. “That’d pretty much ruin the effect. I know it’s a bit of fun but…”
“You like it when I take it seriously,” he says quietly with a little smile, reaching across to get a closer look at his options. It’s not a question. He already knows, he already does, because she gets this look in her eyes sometimes that makes it obvious that this is important, something she really wants and he wouldn’t take the piss in moments like that.
“I’ll keep the hot pink to myself,” she agrees, kissing him again. “And the robot blue.”
“I quite like the look of this,” he says, handing over one of the little jars, finger tips touching hers.
“Petrol Black, a fine choice,” she agrees. “And I have a deep purple that’d go beautifully with it. Come on, hands out.”
Obediently he gives her his hand, fingers splayed as she takes it and opens her bottle of nail varnish. He’s a little surprised at how steady her hands are as she paints each short nail, with a real look of concentration on her face. She blows on them for a second, despite the fact she’s pretty sure that kind of thing makes no difference. “Don’t touch anything, okay? It’ll smudge.”
“Is this your way of stopping me groping you?” he asks. “I really should’ve thought about this earlier, shouldn’t I? This is all an evil ploy to get me to keep my hands to myself.”
“Oh yeah, because I really want that,” she says sarcastically. “Two minutes, Al and they’ll be dry. Of course you still won’t be able to grope me because I’ll have a brush next to your eye and I’d rather you not be half blind. But after that.”
“Just give it to me straight, Suzy, how long are we talking here?” he asks, faking desperation just a little.
“Twenty minutes?”
Without a word he leans in, keeping his hands out of the way and kisses her deeply for a good couple of minutes before pulling away. “Just to keep me going,” he says licking his lips as he leans away again. “Go on then, Miss Denim. Make me beautiful.”
She has to close her eyes for just a moment to compose herself, to stop her hand from shaking because she’d really rather not mess up this part of the process. Dipping the brush into the pigment she pats the excess off and shuffles closer.
“Close your eyes,” she says quietly, leaning in and carefully applying the powder to his eyelids, as he sits completely still, barely even breathing as she blends it carefully, brushing stray particles away with the back of her finger. “Okay open,” she orders, moving to get a better look at him, not taking her eyes off him as she retrieves a tube of mascara by touch alone.
“It always worries me when you stare at me like that, it makes me think you’re working out how to kill me,” he says, breaking the silence.
“I’d never kill you, Al,” she promises. “Not while you’re still of use to me at least.”
“As long as I’m pretty and can get it up I’m safe. Got it.”
She leans in to kiss him, half to shut him up, her free hand moving into his hair because as it turns out twenty minutes is too long for her to hold back. When she pulls back a little disappointed sound escapes his lips and she can’t help but smile.
“I’ll let you do the eyeliner, yeah? I’m not sure I trust myself not to poke you in the eye and this stops being sexy when I end up with a boyfriend that can only see in 2D.”
“Not a problem,” he agrees. “Although you know I’d look sexy as fuck with an eye patch.”
“Okay now just relax your lips,” she says, tossing the mascara tube away and pulling out the purple lipstick.
“I thought I had to do some kind of weird stretchy thing,” he replies blinking slowly, trying to get used to the feel of mascara on his eyelashes, going cross eyed as he tries to see it. “Like this,” he adds, doing it, mouth open and lips tensed in a laughable fashion.
“Yeah that’s bullshit, I don’t know who came up with that but…no, just be normal, try and be normal.”
He sticks one finger up at her but does as he’s told, watching as she twists the lipstick up, wondering if it’s a little dark, but trusting her. “Do I get to look at myself once you’re done with me?”
“Done with you as in…in this context or done with you as in this whole…scenario.”
“Both?” he tries. “I was thinking pre rather than post fucked though, if that helps.”
“I’m sure once you go and slip out of these clothes,” she starts, free hand trailing down the front of his t-shirt, “you’ll be able to get a look, before you’re all smudged.”
He isn’t sure what he’s supposed to say to that, he isn’t even sure he can form words thanks to the varied visuals his mind’s providing him with which he knows will be nothing compared to the reality. “Right,” he manages coughing to clear his throat.
She beams at his reaction, always taking a strange kind of pride in managing to make him speechless as she shuffles back into place lipstick poised in hand and she paints his lips carefully without a word. “Now press your lips together, and you’re all done.”
Doing as she says he gives her a little pout leaning in for a kiss, satisfied that she’s finally finished with him for now.
She wants to lean in, wants nothing more than to close the space, press her lips against his and taste his lipstick, smear it all over his beautiful face, but that would ruin everything, spoil the effect. He has to be perfect and precise. “Go and get changed, Alex,” she says quietly.
In the bathroom he pulls off his own clothes quickly, carefully keeping his lips pressed together to avoid smudging his lipstick or ending up with it all over the neck of his t-shirt. Once naked he pulls on the tube of stretchy fabric, keeping one hand on the top to keep it over at least his nipples, while pulling it down awkwardly with the other to cover his bum and crotch. Satisfied that he doesn’t look completely indecent, or at least no more indecent that Suzy’s ever looked in the bedroom he runs his hand slowly down the fabric, tight and clingy across his body as he straightens it and looks at himself in the full length mirror, running a hand through his messy hair making it even more of a state, but he has to admit he looks pretty good and feels good too actually, still it’s not like it’s the first time he’s worn a dress, usually for a laugh, but it’s always been something he’s enjoyed so it isn’t a big surprise. It’s different like this though, he feels sexy, no not sexy, sensual, some kind of key difference that he isn’t going to try to define because he doesn’t want to keep Suzy waiting and it really isn’t that important anyway. With one final finishing touch he blows himself a kiss in the mirror and heads back into the bedroom in bare feet.
“Okay you can open your eyes,” Alex says as he stands at the foot of the bed, attempting to look sultry, because he knows he has to take this seriously or it’ll spoil the whole illusion.
Suzy stares for a few seconds, trying to remember what words are and how to form them and silly little things like that, but really all she can focus on is the gorgeous creature in front of her, all wavy hair, smouldering eyes, dark lips and skinny hips. “Fuck,” she finally manages in an exhale of breath. “…fuck.”
It isn’t like this is the first time they’ve done something like this, although it is the first time so much effort has been made with make up and a new dress and all the rest of it. Still he always gets more or less the same reaction. The speechlessness, and inability to look away, and if he wasn’t already the cocky type things like this would certainly make him that way.
“You like it then?” he asks casually, pretty pleased with himself for not smirking.
She allows her gaze to drift slowly up his body, taking it all in, before pausing at his face, swallowing to wet her mouth and bide herself just a little time to pull herself together enough to form an actual sentence. “My beautiful, beautiful boy,” she says quietly, crawling to the bottom of the bed to get a closer look, finger nails digging into her hands with the sheer effort of not reaching out to grab him.
“You know you’re allowed to touch me, right?” he asks as she gazes up at him with thinly veiled lust.
“But then it’ll be all over much too quickly,” she admits, biting her lip.
“Think you might be underestimating my stamina, love,” he replies, a proud smile crossing his painted lips.
“Didn’t mean like that,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I know all about your stamina. I meant…” she trails off, sitting up slowly, not sure how to verbalise her thoughts, especially not with him standing there looking like that. It’s a bit complicated really. She just wants to look at him, drink in the view only she isn’t entirely sure why, not that she really needs a reason of course.
“So you’re just going to look at me?” he asks, standing a little straighter, almost presenting himself to her.
“That okay?”
“Considering the way you’re looking at me, I think I can probably deal with that for a little bit,” he agrees with a little nod. “Anything you’d like to see?”
She shakes her head not trusting her voice for a moment, any more visual stimulation and she’s pretty sure she’ll lose what little self control she’s clinging to. “Just you, like this,” she admits quietly, focusing on his painted face as she speaks before allowing her gaze to drift down from his bare shoulders to the top of the dress, clinging to his body, skimming over skinny hips and taut over the bulge at his groin. The dress is possibly a little short on him really, the expanse of skinny, hairy legs ruining the overall look just a little and as she begins her study of him in reverse she wonders idly how open he’d be to shaving them in the future. It’s always worth asking though, Alex very rarely says no to anything that she suggests in the bedroom, that’s one of the reasons she likes him so much.
“So…” he breaths a few minutes later, after she’s stared at every little bit of him with an intensity that makes him feel like the most important man on Earth.
Blinking back the haze in her mind she looks him in the eye and gives him a dreamy little smile, offering her hand to him. “Okay,” she says, with a little nod, as if she’s trying to draw the staring to a close, move on to something else, something more physical. “Come here.”
He moves with surprising grace towards the bed as she sits up, legs open in an invitation to stand between them, knees against the mattress. Slowly her hands come up to his waist, fingers moving over the silky fabric slowly, up and down his sides as she gazes up at him, opening her mouth to speak, the words dying on her lips as she notices an unexpected ridge, one hand moving to his thigh and up under the hem of the dress to explore further. She bites her lip as her fingers graze against lace, the smile on her face growing and her eyes a little wider with interest.
“You’re wearing knickers,” she observes, wonder and lust tainting her voice.
“I thought one of us should,” he says with a little shrug as if this little touch is nothing. “Thought an extra layer might slow you down a bit.” And turn her on even more of course, and he’s certainly not against the feel of satin against his cock, something he’ll be sure to share with her at some point in the near future.
“They’re not mine,” she continues, deciding against taking his bait. She could get into the banter, but it’s ever so difficult to be witty when he’s this close even at the best of times.
“You own knickers?” he asks, aghast. “Six months and I’m yet to see proof of this.”
“I own a couple of pairs,” she protests, squeezing his hip by way of punishment. “I’ve just not had much cause to wear them. Now can we get back to the subject in hand?”
“It’s not quite in hand,” he says with a cocky little smile. “Not yet at least.”
“Alex!” she cries. “Be serious!”
He takes a deep breath as if this will help him get back into character, stop him being his usual cocky self. “No they’re not yours,” he confirms. “I got them, the other day. Now seemed a good time to wear them.” Pausing he leans in close to her ear. “Wanna see?”
There are no words for quite how much she wants to see and suddenly her mouth is dry again, any complicated words or sentences fleeing from her mind as she swallows, biting her lip hard, just to stop herself from kissing him, because denying herself that will make it better when she can’t hold back any longer. “Yes,” she breaths. “Fuck yes.”
With a smirk he straightens up, hand moving slowly to the hem of his dress, wondering if perhaps he should let her do it, but then she does seem to be pretty keen on keeping her hands mostly to herself, unfortunately. With agonising slowness he pushes the fabric up over his thighs, not that it has far to go before he’s revealing bright turquoise and black high cut knickers. They’re nothing too racy, because he’s well aware he’d look ridiculous in a thong and the idea is to excite her, not make her laugh.
“What do you think?”
Her fingers trace along the edge of the black lace, seemingly transfixed by the sight. By the way the fabric stretches across his increasing erection and by the knowledge that he’s picked these out and bought them just for her, for them.
“Beautiful,” she finally manages. It’s an understatement. She’s a songwriter and that’s the best she can come up with? Still managing even that much feels like a win at the moment.
“You can touch,” he points out, pretty pleased with himself for not sounding completely desperate, because he really is now. The look on her face, the rapt attention and desire is making it a little difficult for him to think himself.
Slowly her thumb brushes against him, hard and smooth and so wonderful a little noise escapes her throat.
“That’s it,” he says, eyes closing, enjoying her touch even through the fabric, perhaps even more so than flesh on flesh because it’s different.
Her hand encloses him as fully as she can, rubs firmly against his cock, eyes alternating between his crotch and face, the way his mouth hangs slightly open as he moans lightly. Somehow he seems to be getting more beautiful by the second, all desperate and horny and completely at her mercy, which is why she removes her hand and pulls the dress back down to cover him.
He opens his eyes suddenly, a strangled moan of disappointment escaping the back of his throat. “I-is that it?” he stammers, not really wanting to beg, but pretty much willing to.
She beams up at him, twisting her legs with his. “As much as I want to see your face if I say yes, no Alex. Now I rip your knickers off, fling you onto the bed and fuck you like the sexy little bitch you are.”
“Finally!”
