[Sniper's suggestion had ulterior motives: while he'd thought that the cold air might clear his head and help quell the burning of his face, he'd thought the chill might push her to him- having shared a bed with her for a few weeks, her general dislike of the cold was apparent. He smirked, rather proud of his cleverness.
The look dissolved as she unzipped her uniform, dropping it and revealing the nice dress, now with accompanying stockings. His eyes never even made it to the thick boots that were a comical addition to the ensemble- they stopped momentarily on her thighs, his attention grabbed by garters before he tore them away, shame coloring him yet again. So much for all that self-control; not thinking about her in such a way was nearly impossible in that particular dress. He fumbled with his hood.]
Wait, back up. You were stickin' yourself in your suit permanently wearing that?
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Date: 2012-01-26 11:13 am (UTC)The look dissolved as she unzipped her uniform, dropping it and revealing the nice dress, now with accompanying stockings. His eyes never even made it to the thick boots that were a comical addition to the ensemble- they stopped momentarily on her thighs, his attention grabbed by garters before he tore them away, shame coloring him yet again. So much for all that self-control; not thinking about her in such a way was nearly impossible in that particular dress. He fumbled with his hood.]
Wait, back up. You were stickin' yourself in your suit permanently wearing that?