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[angewiesen]

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[angewiesen]

[If he knew that joke, he'd probably honestly get into it eventually!]

[These moments, at least, convinced Jean that she really genuinely liked him, and wasn't just going along with things because she didn't know any better, or because he was pressuring her too much. It was pretty hard to fake it this well, and he already knew Sasha was a bad actor.]

[One hand went up to cup her cheek, a familiar touch, and the other drifted down to her waist, which was a little more new. He was pretty sure that would be okay.]

[lordofthefries]

[She does like him, maybe now in a way she never expected, but Sasha does like Jean. With her being honest to a fault, there's no way she fake anything with him, especially after making the poor man throw hints at her for a whole year before she caught on. The worry of who really likes who comes more from her side of things, but he's here with her, and her alone, and that says something.

What exactly that something is, Sasha isn't really thinking about because she's more concerned about the warmth spreading across her face. Her cheeks are flushing helplessly, but she finds it in her not to turn away from Jean's touch, instead choosing to press her lips against his. And she certainly doesn't chide him for having one of his hands lower on her body than usual, though she tenses up slightly for a second. Not enough to signal for him to stop, but just because it's a new area someone else's hands are exploring.]

[angewiesen]

[Well, at least his hard work has gotten him somewhere for once! His heart demanded romance, even if he had to fabricate it all himself.]

[Even if he wasn't the type to keep his eyes open a little while kissing, Jean could definitely feel the warmth of her blush underneath his hand. And the other one was staying right where it was until he got some kind of cue to go ahead. Until then, kissing was more than good enough.]

[lordofthefries]

[Once she discovers the joy of romance, she won't be able to get enough of it! But for now, Jean will have to just settle for Sasha sharing half her meals with him as a sign of affection.

The way she's shifting on his lap should be taken as a cue to go further, with how she's moving to settle against him more firmly and not trying to get away from him. Her thighs tighten around his, securing Sasha's rightful place on Jean's lap and it'll take an army of Titans to get her off of him now. Your move, sir.]

[angewiesen]

[Yeah, that kind of lost its intimate significance once the food surplus came into the picture.]

[It was pretty easy to pick up on her slowly settling into a more relaxed state of mind (and body), and Jean contemplated how to continue. Well. It would probably be best to start from the top down, right? The dress was being kept up with a ribbon that tied behind her neck, so he slowly pulled on one of the threads to undo the knot. This would probably cause the dress to slip off her shoulders. Would that be okay?]

[lordofthefries]

[Maybe for him, but not for her. It's still her love language.

Sasha bites back the urge to tense up at the feel of Jean's fingers tugging at the ribbon. It's definitely not the first time she's been nude or even nearly nude in front of him; after all, the dresshop owner convinced her that a strapless bra under the dress was a good idea. But it's still the first time Sasha will be undressed by hands other than her own. She doesn't know what to do with the knowledge of Jean being the first one at that tasks, but fortunately for both of them, she doesn't let her body language ruin the moment.

The question remains: does she return the favor on his suit or let Jean do all the work? His seems more complicated than a normal one, so for now, Sasha just grips his collar, twisting the fabric between her fingers as she considers her next move.]

[angewiesen]

[Finishing getting that knot undone and letting the weight of her dress fall down was a moment palpably sweet; Jean wished he could bottle this kind of feeling, but for now he could settle with letting it burn into his memory for later consideration. He didn't even mind that she was wearing a bra underneath, if anything, it felt classy. He could enjoy classy.]

[Before going anywhere further, he addressed her wandering fingers.]

You want to take it off? It's only fair.

[lordofthefries]

[Sasha pulls back and begins peering down at the buttons that make up his suit jacket, brow furrowed in more concentration that should be called for at this point. Here she is, half-undressed on her boyfriend's lap in a hotel room on prom night and she finds herself stymied by his fancy outfit.]

I'm trying to?

[Apologies, Jean, but this is the woman you decided to date. Putting in more work than planned on your first night together might be a running gag here.]

[angewiesen]

[don't laugh don't laugh DON'T LAUGH]

Just undo any button you find. Eventually you'll get the right ones.

[He helped out a little too, with clasps that might be a little more covert. Honestly, he couldn't blame her-- the whole outfit was fashioned in such a way that it strapped him in as tightly as possible, for that 'more muscle than comfortably fits in the fabric' kind of look.]

[lordofthefries]

[If he ever plans of getting some from Sasha tonight--or ever again--he better not even chuckle.]

This is stupid...

[She's complaining, but at least she's not giving up on the buttons, managing to get a few untucked. For what it worth, the suit did look good on Jean, very pleasing to her eye, but it's a real pain in the butt to get to what she's knows is underneath the cloth. Not that she hasn't seen his muscles bared before, but it's a whole different context now.]

[angewiesen]

[Trust me, he was holding back with all his might.]

Yeah, it is kinda dumb. It's the kind of stupid I enjoy though. [Totally impractical in every way, but he liked that pomp and circumstance.]

[Still, the shirt came off easier than expected, and Jean managed to shimmy it off his arms behind him without tearing anything. He wasn't shy about it at all. He strutted around shirtless all the time back at Casa de Voltron, in and out of the house. They lived on a god-damned tropical island, so of course he did.]

You still cool? [Jean was pretty sure this was fine, but it seemed like a good point to stop and reassess.]