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makinglies2013-10-19 04:19 am
metalicarus) wrote in makinglies2013-10-19 04:19 am
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I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
[This wasn't what he'd agreed to. He'd said he'd go under cover to back up Frannie and lend an extra pair of eyes and ears, not that he'd go under as one of the servers of this stupid bar. Who the hell made their workers all wear the same skimpy outfit anyway?
Self-consciously, Jet tugged at the too-short shorts and scowled at his reflection. The shirt was snug across his chest and practically lay like a second skin, the shorts barely hung on to his narrow hips and hugged in all the places Jet usually covered with real clothes, and the shoes made him feel like a skyscraper.
Surprisingly, his balance in the footwear wasn't that bad, considering, and the stockings actually didn't feel that weird, but on a whole he really didn't want to step out that door. He tied the apron on for a moment, just to see the full effect, but then took it off only a moment later. He still had one more night to hate everything ever.]
Self-consciously, Jet tugged at the too-short shorts and scowled at his reflection. The shirt was snug across his chest and practically lay like a second skin, the shorts barely hung on to his narrow hips and hugged in all the places Jet usually covered with real clothes, and the shoes made him feel like a skyscraper.
Surprisingly, his balance in the footwear wasn't that bad, considering, and the stockings actually didn't feel that weird, but on a whole he really didn't want to step out that door. He tied the apron on for a moment, just to see the full effect, but then took it off only a moment later. He still had one more night to hate everything ever.]
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It is Frannie, though...she'd probably be able to tell anyway.
[The idea of telling something like that to Francoise was mortifying enough, there'd be no way he'd be able to say it.
Albert moved and Jet shifted to accommodate him and wrap his arm around the older man, just enjoying the closeness and company while his head was still lost somewhere on cloud 9.
The touches along his waist and hips prompts a very contented sigh from the younger cyborg, his voice a little more light as sleep threatened him. He didn't even care that he was mostly naked and splayed out on the couch, being curled up with Albert after such a strenuous activity made moving an unappealing idea.]
That feels nice...
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[Another stolen kiss and Albert's hand traces to the other hip, still entirely appreciative and practically radiating contentment. After a moment of relaxed quiet, he lets out a breathy chuckle.]
We'll have to wash this before tomorrow.
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[An acknowledging and somewhat annoyed sound escaped the curled blond before he finally shifted to kick the shorts that were still tangled on one of his legs off and to the ground. Much to his displeasure, he also moved Albert off his shoulder so he could sit up and strip the tight shirt off and deposit that on the floor as well; then he grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and pulled it over them as he returned to his previous position and gently pulled the German's head back to his shoulder.]
Later.
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[It's a contented purr, the German's hands leaving off their massaging since Jet moved but tracing back down to the soft texture of the stockings instead, oh so amused - and pleased - that Jet decided to leave those on.]