She'd expected some kind of permission to enter; what she got instead was the closet door opening the rest of the way to reveal Jean in a black bathrobe that only barely counted as such. Especially the way he was wearing it. She couldn't imagine why someone as rich as him would have clothing too small for him, but that was her first thought. It was barely tied, hanging open to reveal his entire chest, which was somehow more scandalous when even partially covered. As she stumbled backwards, she couldn't help but notice it was also alarmingly short. The fear of seeing something she really oughtn't kept her neck craned back to look up at him rather than down at the floor, where she might prefer her range of vision be.
He was distressingly gorgeous, so much so that she didn't even notice the dress until he thrust it into her hands. And even then, it took her a moment to tear her eyes away from him and figure out what she was holding.
This was. This was, uh, a ball gown of some sort? She blinked, uncomprehending of why he'd given it to her, until he explained that this was what he was giving her to walk home in.
"This is way too expens--" she began protesting immediately, horrified, then cut herself off, remembering who she was talking to. Nothing was too expensive for him, and he probably was not in possession of some sweats she could throw on. God even knew why even had this, some leftover formal wear that an ex had left here to avoid her own walk of shame home in it.
...This was not going to be considerably less humiliating than an oversized night shirt, at this time of the day. She had to walk home. People in gowns like this did not walk. ...Perhaps she could ask him for cab fare, and pretend this was just a Cinderella situation, and she'd been swept out of her downtown apartment for a night of ballrooms and debauchery.
Situation with the phone briefly forgotten, she pulled at the front of the dress. It had only slightly more fabric than the back, which had none at all.
"If I put this on over the shirt, you'll throw me wholesale out of your house, won't you," she said with a sigh, halfway to herself. "And asking you if you have a camisole would be absolutely pointless." His expression spoke for itself, and she was trying not to look at him for too long, lest he come the rest of the way undressed. Her mind was lingering on fictional ballrooms and all-too-real condoms and the feel of his steadily breathing chest underneath her.
If she was the kind of heroine she was imagining presenting to a cabbie, she'd strip right there, saying something bold about how it was nothing he hadn't already seen. She could turn her humiliation into a choice, into a running joke between the two of them, if she just had the courage.
She super did not.
"Yeah, I'll... Oh. While I'm in there, could you find the charger?" She held up the phone, giving it a little shake. "This thing is deader than my dignity." She dropped it into his hand, trying very hard to avoid skin-on-skin contact and failing.
She scrambled into the bathroom, trying not to blush visibly, and closed the door behind her. The door didn't seem to have a lock. Of course not. Ridiculous, decadent asshole, why wouldn't he want to get walked in on in the bath.
Mmm. This room was not considerably smaller now that she was person-sized. It hadn't been a trick of perspective; he just had a ridiculously huge bathroom.
"Jesus," she muttered under her breath, strolling over to the centerpiece bathtub. "Just look at this thing! I bet it cost more than my whole apartment." Barefoot, out of her comfort zone so far that she was in the next solar system over, and feeling a bit bold, she climbed up and slid into the empty tub. Stretching her leg out, she couldn't touch the far wall. This wasn't just how the other half lived; this would make the other half turn green with envy.
She glanced at the dress in her arms with a sigh. She had no idea how to put this on. It was so much sheer fabric, and she felt overwhelmed. But... it was a dress. There were the straps. There was the skirt. How hard could it be?
She stood and half-leapt out of the bath--unnecessary feats of athleticism made her feel better--and wandered over to one of the many, many full-length mirrors in the hopes that it would assist. It was at that point that she noticed the ribbons, and remembered. She stared in abject horror for a long moment. She certainly did look some kind of way in one of Jean's dress shirts with ribbons tied onto her stupid, stupid ears. Nearly crying with the mortification of it all, she tore the ribbons off and tossed them furiously into one of the sinks, then stripped out of the shirt and chucked it in there too. She would remember she was supposed to be grateful later. Right now, she was dying inside and just wanted to go home and forget this had ever happened.
The dress hadn't come with bra or underwear, but she didn't really expect him to have either of those things, so she just tried to wriggle into it. She'd expected her hips to be more of a problem then they were; she'd expected her lack of bra to be more of an issue as well. Now she was beginning to suspect that both had been fully accounted for by the maker of the dress. No, the hardest part was going to be the front. It wasn't just low cut, it plunged down wildly between her breasts. It was absurd. It wasn't all the way to her stomach, but it was still absolutely absurd. How was she supposed to keep this from draping open if she had to bend over or something? Totally impractical. An outfit should not require tape, but she would have killed for some right now.
Whatever. She just had to get home in the damn thing. She adjusted a few more times in the mirror, scowling at the lack of coverage. She twisted around to adjust the (lack of a) back, and tried to pretend that she didn't think the muscles of her shoulders and back looked totally amazing in it. Her legs, too, looked great in the glimpses that the layered, gauzy material allowed. She shouldn't think so. No one else would. But it wasn't like she could spend as much time as she did working on her body and not admire it sometimes.
She rested Jean's shirt over her shoulders like a loose jacket. It made her look very much like a different woman, one who took a prize after she left a man's house. The sight of her ears in the mirror ruined it, however, reminding her that she wasn't that woman. She was this one, and that came with severe limitations. She sighed and tied the scarf back around her ears, hating how she resented it for not looking as nice as the dress. Then she clutched his shirt to her front in an attempt to hide the ludicrous amounts of cleavage she had been given by the cut of it, and opened the bathroom door.
He was distressingly gorgeous, so much so that she didn't even notice the dress until he thrust it into her hands. And even then, it took her a moment to tear her eyes away from him and figure out what she was holding.
This was. This was, uh, a ball gown of some sort? She blinked, uncomprehending of why he'd given it to her, until he explained that this was what he was giving her to walk home in.
"This is way too expens--" she began protesting immediately, horrified, then cut herself off, remembering who she was talking to. Nothing was too expensive for him, and he probably was not in possession of some sweats she could throw on. God even knew why even had this, some leftover formal wear that an ex had left here to avoid her own walk of shame home in it.
...This was not going to be considerably less humiliating than an oversized night shirt, at this time of the day. She had to walk home. People in gowns like this did not walk. ...Perhaps she could ask him for cab fare, and pretend this was just a Cinderella situation, and she'd been swept out of her downtown apartment for a night of ballrooms and debauchery.
Situation with the phone briefly forgotten, she pulled at the front of the dress. It had only slightly more fabric than the back, which had none at all.
"If I put this on over the shirt, you'll throw me wholesale out of your house, won't you," she said with a sigh, halfway to herself. "And asking you if you have a camisole would be absolutely pointless." His expression spoke for itself, and she was trying not to look at him for too long, lest he come the rest of the way undressed. Her mind was lingering on fictional ballrooms and all-too-real condoms and the feel of his steadily breathing chest underneath her.
If she was the kind of heroine she was imagining presenting to a cabbie, she'd strip right there, saying something bold about how it was nothing he hadn't already seen. She could turn her humiliation into a choice, into a running joke between the two of them, if she just had the courage.
She super did not.
"Yeah, I'll... Oh. While I'm in there, could you find the charger?" She held up the phone, giving it a little shake. "This thing is deader than my dignity." She dropped it into his hand, trying very hard to avoid skin-on-skin contact and failing.
She scrambled into the bathroom, trying not to blush visibly, and closed the door behind her. The door didn't seem to have a lock. Of course not. Ridiculous, decadent asshole, why wouldn't he want to get walked in on in the bath.
Mmm. This room was not considerably smaller now that she was person-sized. It hadn't been a trick of perspective; he just had a ridiculously huge bathroom.
"Jesus," she muttered under her breath, strolling over to the centerpiece bathtub. "Just look at this thing! I bet it cost more than my whole apartment." Barefoot, out of her comfort zone so far that she was in the next solar system over, and feeling a bit bold, she climbed up and slid into the empty tub. Stretching her leg out, she couldn't touch the far wall. This wasn't just how the other half lived; this would make the other half turn green with envy.
She glanced at the dress in her arms with a sigh. She had no idea how to put this on. It was so much sheer fabric, and she felt overwhelmed. But... it was a dress. There were the straps. There was the skirt. How hard could it be?
She stood and half-leapt out of the bath--unnecessary feats of athleticism made her feel better--and wandered over to one of the many, many full-length mirrors in the hopes that it would assist. It was at that point that she noticed the ribbons, and remembered. She stared in abject horror for a long moment. She certainly did look some kind of way in one of Jean's dress shirts with ribbons tied onto her stupid, stupid ears. Nearly crying with the mortification of it all, she tore the ribbons off and tossed them furiously into one of the sinks, then stripped out of the shirt and chucked it in there too. She would remember she was supposed to be grateful later. Right now, she was dying inside and just wanted to go home and forget this had ever happened.
The dress hadn't come with bra or underwear, but she didn't really expect him to have either of those things, so she just tried to wriggle into it. She'd expected her hips to be more of a problem then they were; she'd expected her lack of bra to be more of an issue as well. Now she was beginning to suspect that both had been fully accounted for by the maker of the dress. No, the hardest part was going to be the front. It wasn't just low cut, it plunged down wildly between her breasts. It was absurd. It wasn't all the way to her stomach, but it was still absolutely absurd. How was she supposed to keep this from draping open if she had to bend over or something? Totally impractical. An outfit should not require tape, but she would have killed for some right now.
Whatever. She just had to get home in the damn thing. She adjusted a few more times in the mirror, scowling at the lack of coverage. She twisted around to adjust the (lack of a) back, and tried to pretend that she didn't think the muscles of her shoulders and back looked totally amazing in it. Her legs, too, looked great in the glimpses that the layered, gauzy material allowed. She shouldn't think so. No one else would. But it wasn't like she could spend as much time as she did working on her body and not admire it sometimes.
She rested Jean's shirt over her shoulders like a loose jacket. It made her look very much like a different woman, one who took a prize after she left a man's house. The sight of her ears in the mirror ruined it, however, reminding her that she wasn't that woman. She was this one, and that came with severe limitations. She sighed and tied the scarf back around her ears, hating how she resented it for not looking as nice as the dress. Then she clutched his shirt to her front in an attempt to hide the ludicrous amounts of cleavage she had been given by the cut of it, and opened the bathroom door.
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