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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 20:31:16 GMT -5
"Don't be silly, Adrian, I like dresses - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 20:34:12 GMT -5
"I know you do. And-" (here he now had his mouth to Adrien's throat) "I don't mind you in them."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 20:36:31 GMT -5
"It makes my body react in all sorts of nice ways when you do that..." he murmured.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 20:47:14 GMT -5
"Does it now..."
He was now almost in front of him and lightly kissing Adrien's understated Adam's apple.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 21:05:08 GMT -5
He made a soft little grunting noise. "Unh, Adrian, you really like to do that - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 21:09:04 GMT -5
"And you like it as well. No point in denying it."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 21:10:12 GMT -5
"Did I deny it?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 21:15:40 GMT -5
"You were rather... accusatory. I simply know what I like."
He leaned Adrien back and kissed him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 21:19:59 GMT -5
"I was just being unable to believe my good luck, as usual," he murmured in a breath.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 21:21:55 GMT -5
"Go put on your dress."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 21:27:19 GMT -5
He inhaled shakily and got up from the bed, heading off into the closet to girl up.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 21:31:04 GMT -5
Adrian also went to dress, allowing Adrien a degree of privacy in the process.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 21:42:17 GMT -5
Adrien didn't even need to find a bra and pad it, going instead for the option of extremely-narrow-torsoed girl in an extremely cowl-necked, slightly-off-the-shoulder fuchsia dress that showed off his stockinged legs to very cunning advantage. He left the closet and sat on the bed as he pulled on a pair of pumps.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 26, 2010 21:48:49 GMT -5
Adrian leaned around the threshold for a moment to check in.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 26, 2010 21:52:27 GMT -5
Adrien was at the bureau, putting on a delicate but formidable collarbone-skimming necklace, and then spraying on a dash of some ultra-feminine version of Nostalgia, before beginning to do his makeup.
Let's see. The usual wouldn't do - he'd have to be like a cunning and beautiful lady this time, not just some gawky housewife. If they were going out this time...
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