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[selfpreservationist]

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[rollplayinghouse]

[hands them over. it's this]

[selfpreservationist]

[he takes it, raising an eyebrow, but not saying anything else as he heads into the dressing room]

[rollplayinghouse]

[she also heads in to change, going into the room across from him]

[selfpreservationist]

[after a few minutes, raven calls out]

Do you need any assistance?

[rollplayinghouse]

...I think I've got it. Are you ready...?

[selfpreservationist]

I'm ready.

[he steps out of the dressing room, not wearing shoes, and obviously not wearing underwear either--hey, it's a short skirt, it would show]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She comes out in the lingerie, also not wearing shoes, though she definitely still has her throwing knives strapped to her thigh.

Any self-consciousness is immediately erased when she sees him, giving a very obvious once-over.]

[selfpreservationist]

[he's doing the same, shameless in how his eyes rake over her, and he cocks his hip to one side]

What do you think?

[rollplayinghouse]

[taking a step closer, cheeks a little red]

Even better than I thought you'd look.

[selfpreservationist]

[does a quick turn around to show off how everything looks]

Your turn.

[rollplayinghouse]

To show off?

[does a turn herself, sharp enough that the half-skirt and her hair sway with the movement, then lifts a hand to run a finger under one of the unnecessary straps across her chest]

It's not too bad, I think...

[selfpreservationist]

[reaches over, idly running his finger along a strap by her shoulder]

You look good.

[rollplayinghouse]

...Yeah?

[Shifts slightly closer to him, settling a hand on his hip]

[selfpreservationist]

Yes. I know you aren't as interested in poetry, but... it brings to mind some verse.

[rollplayinghouse]

[small huff]

What kind of poetry are you thinking about right now?

[selfpreservationist]

The erotic kind.

[he brings his other hand up to trace his fingertips up her arm to her shoulder]

"At the touch of you,
As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,
The arrows of delight shot through my body.
You were spring,
And I the edge of a cliff,
And a shining waterfall rushed over me."

[rollplayinghouse]

[She turns very red, her flush creeping down her neck.]

Th-that's... a lot of words to say "it turns me on."

[Her hand smooths slightly down the side of his skirt.]

[selfpreservationist]

[his fingertips move to her neck, stroking idly along her collarbone]

It does turn me on. Were you in doubt?

[rollplayinghouse]

No.

[She moves fractionally into his touch, and her fingers play at the hem of the fabric.]

But it still feels good to hear.

[selfpreservationist]

[finding a lock of her hair and twirling it around his fingers]

You're right about that.

[rollplayinghouse]

[She hums almost inaudibly as she looks up at him, eyes dark]

You turn me on too.

[selfpreservationist]

[leaning in so he can brush his lips along glory's jawline]

I have... an idea. Why don't we... pick out something we'd like to wear... for each other?

[rollplayinghouse]

[tilts her head up more, her breath coming a little short, and without looking feels down to his bare thigh]

...Now? Or... for later?

[selfpreservationist]

Well, we did come here to try on clothes, after all.

[grins, and leans back]

[rollplayinghouse]

[her chin drops slightly and she huffs, her fingers skim up under the edge of his skirt]

That's true... but we have to appreciate them. And it would be fun to have something to surprise each other with at home, too.