No glitz, no glam. [ She licked her lips, clearly sizing Ray up--in a practical way as well as an unprofessional one. ] I think I can do that.
[ She crooked a finger at him, then led him to the far back corner of the room, where the high end stuff was. Some of it was still very plastic, but there were a variety of pieces that could definitely be called vintage, worn looking leather in all sorts of shades and colors. Fraser detached from his wandering and followed, hovering curiously at the end of the row several feet away from Ray and catching his partner's eye as Louise started going through the rack. It was only for the briefest moment, a reassuring smile, and then he watched her instead, curious in his own right as to what she might pick out from among the outfits. ]
For you, I think, maybe the classic black drainpipes. Pop button fly, of course, half utility belt. That's all really pedestrian I know, but I can tell you have fantastic arms. Those you have to show off, so this--
[ The this she produced was a priest collared leather vest with open sides, broad belts and weathered looking buckles holding the ensemble together. It'd show off Ray's arms alright, and Fraser drew forward a step to show his support and approval, unable to keep himself from licking his lips. Okay, so he liked leather, but was that really a surprise? He just hadn't known until this exact moment how much the thought of it - of this in particular - appealed to him. Only the thought of Ray sufficed. Poor, uncomfortable Ray. He drew toward him like a moth, stopped only when he was sliding one hand up Ray's arm, eyes on his face, and when his hand reached his partner's shoulder he stopped, looking silently at Lou instead.
Concern, touch, comfort. It wasn't so very different to their established working relationship, really. ]
Perhaps for Fraser a kilt? Leather, of course. Discretion without compromising ah--access. [ She'd actually hesitated, blushing shyly under Fraser's stare, and he reached out to take the piece she was speaking about off the rail, raising it for his own inspection. The stitching was good, the pleats would hold, and all in all it wasn't the worst idea in the world. He laid it across the rail, then stepped away from Ray and past Louise, circling the end of it and lifting down from the wall a piece of leather that had caught his eye, a scaled pauldron, ragged and worn, made perhaps from recycled leather and aged brass buttons.
See, this shopping thing wasn't so hard after all. ]
What about underwear? [ She asked, peering at Ray again, and Fraser felt his bravado falter. So much for ready for anything. ] We have a great line of lambskin thongs. Soft stitching, nice flexibility...
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[ She crooked a finger at him, then led him to the far back corner of the room, where the high end stuff was. Some of it was still very plastic, but there were a variety of pieces that could definitely be called vintage, worn looking leather in all sorts of shades and colors. Fraser detached from his wandering and followed, hovering curiously at the end of the row several feet away from Ray and catching his partner's eye as Louise started going through the rack. It was only for the briefest moment, a reassuring smile, and then he watched her instead, curious in his own right as to what she might pick out from among the outfits. ]
For you, I think, maybe the classic black drainpipes. Pop button fly, of course, half utility belt. That's all really pedestrian I know, but I can tell you have fantastic arms. Those you have to show off, so this--
[ The this she produced was a priest collared leather vest with open sides, broad belts and weathered looking buckles holding the ensemble together. It'd show off Ray's arms alright, and Fraser drew forward a step to show his support and approval, unable to keep himself from licking his lips. Okay, so he liked leather, but was that really a surprise? He just hadn't known until this exact moment how much the thought of it - of this in particular - appealed to him. Only the thought of Ray sufficed. Poor, uncomfortable Ray. He drew toward him like a moth, stopped only when he was sliding one hand up Ray's arm, eyes on his face, and when his hand reached his partner's shoulder he stopped, looking silently at Lou instead.
Concern, touch, comfort. It wasn't so very different to their established working relationship, really. ]
Perhaps for Fraser a kilt? Leather, of course. Discretion without compromising ah--access. [ She'd actually hesitated, blushing shyly under Fraser's stare, and he reached out to take the piece she was speaking about off the rail, raising it for his own inspection. The stitching was good, the pleats would hold, and all in all it wasn't the worst idea in the world. He laid it across the rail, then stepped away from Ray and past Louise, circling the end of it and lifting down from the wall a piece of leather that had caught his eye, a scaled pauldron, ragged and worn, made perhaps from recycled leather and aged brass buttons.
See, this shopping thing wasn't so hard after all. ]
What about underwear? [ She asked, peering at Ray again, and Fraser felt his bravado falter. So much for ready for anything. ] We have a great line of lambskin thongs. Soft stitching, nice flexibility...