voidseeing | Appointments Post

[Elizabeth laughs quietly, because she's imagining Gai unbuttoning her dress one button per minute--yes, that would be too slow.]

[She nods, initiating a brief, soft kiss of her own.] I think the first thing, before any begging happens, is you have to put me down so I can undress.

[Now he laughs, and after one more quick kiss, he does as she requests.]

I also seem to recall promising not to damage the dress in the process. Something about wanting to see you in it again...

Exactly. [Elizabeth points at Gai sternly as she retreats to the bedroom.] This dress is pristine when I leave here tomorrow.

And the same goes for this suit if you want to see me in it again.

[He'll just follow her there, already reaching up to undo his tie on the way. The sooner he can get this thing off, the better.]

[Once she gets to the bedroom, Elizabeth turns around to help Gai out of his jacket. Not at all in a rush, checking to make sure Gai's alright with her helping.]

[He is very much all right with this. He allows himself the briefest moment of being surprised by her boldness before he's helping to undo the buttons and get the front of it open to allow her to slide it off his shoulders. Once that's done, he's just going to chuck it haphazardly onto a chair-- he said no damaging it, but he never said they had to hang it up or treat it delicately.

Right now, he just wants it off.]

[Elizabeth watches the jacket go away, then looks back. She's fascinated by the way Gai's frame fits in the shirt, and her hands go sliding across his shoulders experimentally.]

[Her hands travel down over his arms, and she finds the buttons on his cuffs and unbuttons them one at a time.]

[It's a very tailored shirt to fit beneath such a close-fitting jacket, emphasizing his frame far more than a regular dress shirt would. He raises an eyebrow when she reaches out to touch him, but just allows her hands to roam, tracing down until they begin to unbutton his cuffs.

He would make a move to help her, or to perhaps begin unbuttoning the front of the shirt, except it's a bit difficult to do anything with his hands while she's working on those buttons. So he just remains patient as she gets those buttons undone, resisting the urge to try to reach out and find the closures on her dress... wherever they are.]

[Naturally, in the back. Elizabeth had originally tried to find a dress without a back closure because... well. She wasn't perfect. That tiny wound had scarred, of course, and it was too perfectly round and perfectly positioned over her spine to be something that had happened as an accident.]

[But she doesn't want to get into that now. She reaches up and unbuttons Gai's shirt from the top down.]

[His hands freed, Gai reaches around in search of the buttons, being very careful not to pull on or stretch the dress in any way. He did make a promise, after all, and he knows he'd never hear the end of it if he caused even accidental damage to that dress.

But something is missing from this whole scenario. Even if their hands are occupied, they could be putting their mouths to good use while they get all of this pesky clothing off. After the way Elizabeth had kissed him over the table back in Seventh Heaven... well, let's just say that Gai wants more of that.

So he leans down to capture her mouth with his, just softly at first to allow her to set the pace.]

[That does help Elizabeth to break some of her tension. She kisses Gai softly too, starting to fumble a little with the buttons. She laughs quietly as she has to look down to get one working, but then she's looking up again and peppering Gai's lips with little heated kisses.]

[After a couple of moments of this, Gai breaks the kissing with a quiet laugh.]

How many buttons does this dress of yours have?

[Translation: there are too many and I can't get them undone fast enough. She's almost finished with his shirt and he's sure he can't even be halfway down the dress yet.]

Ten? Twelve? [She grins and finishes Gai's shirt--at least, she finishes the portion that isn't tucked into his pants.]

...here, I'll just... turn around. It'll be easier if you can see them.

[There's a quick mental debate whether she should say something or not... but then she decides against it. Maybe he won't notice...]

Too many.

[He nuzzles her hair briefly before stepping back to allow her to turn around, taking advantage of the separation to untuck his shirt from his pants and make swift work of those last couple of buttons.]

It's the style, Gai. [She grins and turns around, immediately biting her lip as soon as she's facing away from him.]

Style is also responsible for straitjackets like the one you just helped me out of. Your point?

[But his tone is teasing; it's clear he isn't actually bothered about wearing the suit.

It's when he steps forward and raises his hands to begin his work on the buttons again that he notices it: that small, perfectly circular scar right over her spine. He's had enough experience with experimentation himself to know that mark is no accident, and for a moment he's seeing red. Someone experimented on her. Someone hurt her on purpose.

He has to take a slow breath to steady himself, to calm the rage that's quickly rising within him. But he won't say a word about it. This isn't the time or the place to dredge up memories like that. Tonight is a night for making Elizabeth feel good and happy and loved, and so he bites his lip and resumes his work on those buttons as if he'd never noticed it at all.]

[Elizabeth feels the pause, and it feels as though it goes on forever. It's the buttons, probably the buttons, the lighting is dim, there's no way he could see it...]

[...maybe...]

Do I have to count as you unbutton them, too? [She says, her joking tone a little forced. There's even a little laugh tacked on at the end.] So you don't lose track?

That might help. I think I just accidentally buttoned one again.

[Likewise, he keeps his tone light and joking, like he really hadn't seen it. Whatever that mark may be, he's not going to let it ruin the evening for them. The past is the past; it can stay buried for just one night.]

[Elizabeth actually laughs, because it's plausible. They're little crochet loops, it's easy to think one's unbuttoned when the loop is just wrapped around the button more.]

Alright, how many more are left?

[Give him a moment here to count.]

... five. It's just like I said, there are too many.

[Next time he is definitely going to see about helping her find something with a zipper instead...]

And like I said, it's the style. [Elizabeth smiles and closes her eyes.] Do two more and I can probably get out of it. Does that make you happy, Mr. Anti-Buttons?

[He's already back to fighting with those buttons even before she speaks.]

They don't have zippers yet in 1912, do they? Because I think I need to introduce you to those.

What's a 'zipper'? [She looks back over her shoulder with a frown.]

You'll see when I get to my pants.

[Three buttons, four buttons... five buttons! VICTORY!]

There, unless I managed to rebutton them all in the process.

Well, let's see.

[Elizabeth turns around, pulls the shoulders of the dress over her own and lets go. Just like she wanted, the dress slithers down her body in a satisfying rustle of silk and chiffon.]

[She's left standing in her corset, stockings, and drawers--she went without a chemise because she didn't have one that worked with the sheer section of the dress. But even if she's still incredibly clothed by modern standards, Elizabeth is blushing furiously.]

Edited 2013-07-28 08:55 (UTC)

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]

[Action, July 19th]