Oh, you have no ide-- hnggk. [It's not the easiest thing to sound seductive or sexy when being almost garrotted by your own tie, and it's surprise that has him trailing after her without question. His half removed jacket falls to the floor as he's tugged along and as much as he'd love to go back and pick up that ridiculously expensive item of clothing, he's a little busy with being led to do any kind of half-folds or hanging up. The moment he's given the chance, he straightens, working a finger into the knot to loosen it back up while trying to maintain some level of dignity.
The hand gesture, the command; both things he's beyond tempted to counter by moving after her, but then she's lifting that dress over her head and he freezes on the spot, watching eagerly. He thought it difficult that she'd be able to get any more beautiful than she already was, but now Angel's standing there looking like every wet dream ever, and Winger has to remind himself that he's one lucky bastard.
No need to remind him more than once that he's already over dressed for the occasion, fingers quickly lowering to unbutton his waistcoat, then his shirt, leaving them to fall open as he moves to step closer, desperate to get his hands back on her.] Only the tie?
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The hand gesture, the command; both things he's beyond tempted to counter by moving after her, but then she's lifting that dress over her head and he freezes on the spot, watching eagerly. He thought it difficult that she'd be able to get any more beautiful than she already was, but now Angel's standing there looking like every wet dream ever, and Winger has to remind himself that he's one lucky bastard.
No need to remind him more than once that he's already over dressed for the occasion, fingers quickly lowering to unbutton his waistcoat, then his shirt, leaving them to fall open as he moves to step closer, desperate to get his hands back on her.] Only the tie?