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[angewiesen]

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[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.]