GenreCon Nights (closed)

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“It looks great. You’re going to have some Sylvan Wood fanboi wanting to nibble your ears.”

She giggled at that. He made a lot of little jokes about people lusting after her in her costumes. She usually scoffed at them, or behaved like the suggestions were gross… but if she was REALLY honest with herself, they were a tiny bit thrilling. She had been a small, awkward teenager. Before she went to college, she never really had a sense that she was someone people might lust after. To even have it suggested now… Well, she worked really hard to get a figure that looked good in these costumes. While she wasn’t exactly doing it so that someone could look at her as a sex object, but she’d be lying if she said that the idea didn't, at least on a totally superficial level, appeal to her a tiny little bit. “you should know, right?” she teased him as she separated out the individual parts of the costume.

“Right, uh, let me grab my clothes and get changed. How about you get on the skirt and then I’ll help with the top.”

She watched him depart, blinking when she realized she was imagining what his but might look like under his towel, shaking the image away, and pulling off her towel to get to work. She started with the skirt, as it was easily the easiest part to put on. The molded brass and plastic kept the narrow waist tight even unfastened, so she needed to sit on the bed and hold it open carefully as she stepped into it, pulling it up her calves, and then stood, sliding the carefully fitted bikini bottoms in place, sliding snugly over her bottom and cradling her. She reached back and fastened the concealed latch in the brass, making it appear to be one continuous belt-piece, sitting snugly just a tiny bit below her waist, showing of her tummy that she worked so hard for. She pulled the wispy little bits of skirt up to her but to sit down again, picking up the boots and pulling out the small pair of socks that she had tucked inside, pulling them onto her feet and then sliding them into the carefully constructed heels pressing them on the carpeted floor for a moment, letting them settle, before pulling up the leather and vinyl structure of the boot and zipping it all the way up to her knees, folding the carefully patterned material around the seam the latch hidden within the embroidery and brass work. The arm pieces slid on easily; she simply pulled them up her forearm and slipped her middle finger into the end bit.

She stood, smiling at herself in the closet door mirror. She already looked like a fairy princess… albeit one with her hair aggressively pinned back and her tits out. She smiled, turning to her side, checking out her profile. She was petite, so she made a pretty good little pixie, but she’d be the first to agree that she might be a little too top heavy to really pull it off. She reached up, covering her breasts for a minute, imagining them a little smaller… but no, she didn’t really like it. She LIKED her breasts. They were cute and perky, and they looked good on her. Despite their size, she had tiny little well-defined areola, standing out just a tiny bit from the creamy, freckled flesh of her round breasts, the teeny little ridges along the outer edge always extra-sensitive… and her nipples were adorable little nubs that she always enjoyed, soft and erect with little indentations on the middle.

She turned, and looked at the upper part of her costume. The bodice would go on last, but first she needed to pull on the light harness for the electronics that drove the wings. It was a pretty ingenious little bit of design work on her part’ Chris had presented her with all the bits she needed to incorporate; the servos mounted on her shoulder blades, the battery, the wireless transceiver, and the tiny raspberry pi circuit board. They were each held snugly to her body, mostly on her sides, all within a harness that left her back almost completely naked so the wings seemed to grow out of her naturally. She lifted it up, careful with the electronics, and slipped on arm into it, tugging it tightly against her torso, the stretchy elastic material witting tight to her shoulder. She stretched the single band out over the top of her breasts, fitting the other arm in, and started to pull it into place, but the elastic rolled over her arm piece, and got snagged behind her shoulder. She reached back trying to untangle it…

And looked up as the bathroom door opened. Chris came out, and she simply stared at him, her breasts completely exposed.

He had seen her in her bikini many times… and she had long gotten over the idea of him seeing her in her underwear while she changed; but this was something else. He hadn’t ever seen her naked breasts. She completely froze, trying to get her brain over this new development. She NEEDED them to be okay. She needed Chris… she couldn’t have their friendship fall apart NOW, not in the middle of the biggest adventure they’d ever had… not… after last night.

“I…” she muttered, still staring blankly at him. “Need… your help…” She said, trying to sound like she wasn’t flushing the same shade as her freckles. “Could you… ah…” she turned a bit, showing where the elastic of her harness was twisted on the back of her shoulder blade. “Could you fix this?”

 

[GirlWatch]

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All of Chris’s resolve to keep his mind on the costume and off of how beautiful Fiona was went right out the window as soon as he saw Fiona. Or rather, as soon as he saw her bare breasts as she was half-tangled in the bodice. It was one thing to see what they looked like in the plaster, but another thing entirely to see them in the flesh - the warm, beautiful, intoxicating flesh. Her niplpes looked even cuter and more enticing than in the plaster. His eyes were fixed on her breasts for a long moment until he realized what he was doing. Blush spread across his face even as he felt himself lengthing, sliding along and pressing against the cotton of his boxer briefs. His eyes rose to hers, seeing the blush across her face despite her makeup.

“I…Need… your help…Could you… ah…Could you fix this?”

That snapped him out of it and he moved forward towards her, his eyes dropping away from hers to take in the twist of the bodice and its electronics across her back and trying not to look back at her breasts. He hoped she wasn’t looking at his pants, because he was sure that things there were getting obvious too.

“Yes, ah, your arm must had caught the uh...” He gently stepped up behind her, his hand lightly lifting her arms out straight from her sides. “see the raspberry pi got pulled out of its place, umm.” His hand traced the cable that ran from the wing-motors to the controller, one finger tracing over her flesh from just behind her shoulder blade to the side of her right breast, where his fingertip nervously quivered for the briefest moment. His heart was racing, his voice quavering just a bit. “Hold still here, uh but roll your shoulders forward? If that cable gets broken it’s going to be a pain...” He guided the small packaged controller around to her front so that its control wire could slide back into a recessed groove in the underside of the bodice, and in doing so crossed from her back to her front, his eyes focused on the garment, trying not to think about those incredibly sexy nipples that were pointing right at him. How he wanted to take a nipple between his lips and slide his tongue around it… oh, he had to stop thinking about that.

He could see that the small clasp that closed the hidden pocket in the backing of the middle of the bodice where the controller and its battery went had torn partially away. “The little hook and eye ripped. It was too small I guess.” At first he felt like he was babbling, giving her a play by play of what he was seeing, but confidence started to come into his voice as he went. He was solving a problem, and that was what he was good at.

“Hmm. Roll your shoulders forward, I need a little space.” His voice was now firmly directive in tone. As she complied he slid the controller back up into its place and closed up the pocket. His fingers unavoidably brushing against the bottom curves of her breasts and the skin between them.

“Once it’s pressed against you it shouldn’t be able to open. Hmm, but if you were bending and twisting.” He stepped back for a moment, his eyes narrowed a bit as he concentrated and looked over every detail of her front. “Yes, that’d do it. Hold just like that.” He rushed over to Fiona’s sewing kit and grabbed a bit of the double-sided fabric tape. As he bent over he could feel his almost full erection press against the fabric of his pants, but there was no opportunity now to adjust himself in front of Fiona without being entirely obvious.

He looked back at Fiona as he stepped back to her, making sure to look right at her eyes. “Sorry… almost done. Can you, uh, “ For a moment his confident tone wavered. “.. reach in and hold each of your uh, hold them up a bit?” He smoothed the tape into place, then placed one hand underneath each cup of the top. “Now straighten your shoulders again.” As her shoulders moved back he lifted and pressed the top onto her chest, watching their wonderful curves and the delicious nipples disappear behind the costume. He stepped in close to her, his hands sliding from her breasts to her sides, smoothing the fabric and wires back into place. “Hold your arms straight out. Almost there.” He voice was low and firm, his body close to hers as his arms circled around her. He could smell the sweetly herbal smell of her shampoo contrasting with the lingering acridity of the spirit gum. He looked down into her eyes and smiled, his hands now moving to the fastenings on her back by touch.

“Just one more...” He hadn’t intended to, but it came out as a whisper. He looked down into her eyes, her lips so close, his arms around her. It felt right. He reached down for the nearly-invisible band that closed across her lower back and pulled it tight, pulling her right into him. He froze, her bodice was pressed against his chest, his arms constraining her, her upturned face so close. He felt her belly pressed against the front of his pants, against the urgency of his erection. It felt like a long moment, even if it was only a second, but he wanted it to last longer.

“You’re… uh… all set.”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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She felt herself holding her breath as he walked toward her, his eyes inspecting the snagged costume… and her breasts. He was being as professional as possible, but… She could feel his eyes on her. She tried to stop herself from trembling, and just maintain her own professionalism. Chris new her body, probably better than anyone. This was… it was just part of the process.

“Yes, ah, your arm must had caught the uh… see, the raspberry pi got pulled out of its place, umm.” he said as he touched her arms to lift them up and out to the side. She was standing at attention for him as his fingertips traced down from her shoulder blade, and under her arm… her nostrils flared as she inhaled, feeling his touch against the softness of her breast. His hand traced the cable that ran from “Hold still here, uh but roll your shoulders forward? If that cable gets broken it’s going to be a pain...”

She complied with his instructions, biting the inside of her cheek. His touch was intensely competent; she knew how good he was at this sort of thing, and it felt very soothing to have such a craftsman here to help her. With his each new tiny instruction and observation, her nervousness diminished. She adjusted herself, lifting her arms, twisting her shoulders, remaining upright and erect for him. She felt like his instrument, like part of his process…

And it was… it felt really good. She felt the soft material of her costume pulled snugly against her silky smooth vulva, and as he continued to give her little commands, and she followed them without question, it made her more and more sensitive to her own body. Her breath seemed to come to her again, slowly, in measured little flowing intakes. She found herself focused on her posture, trying to maintain the position her instructed her to take but still keeping her naked breasts upright and alert for him, her backside pert and upturned...

His hands, as they moved with confidence and dexterity about her costume, continued to slide against her breasts. She felt the sensation a little bit more each time, understanding that it was entirely part of the task he was executing; but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel good. She remembered how his hand had fondled her though her camisole last night, thinking about how supple and talented his hands were...

“Hold just like that.”

She watched him head around the bed to her sewing supplies, and as he walked, her eyes trailed down his body again. Having him fully clothed while she was wearing so very little had some sort of effect on her, but she couldn’t begin to understand it. Her eyes followed the narrow constriction of his torso down to his waist, remembering the sensual shape of his hips that she had so recently discovered, pointing down to…

She bit her bottom lip. Oh, wow. His cock is HARD right now, she thought. Was that from touching her? Was he enjoying seeing her and touching her and instructing her as much as she was enjoying being seen and touched and commanded?

“Can you, uh... reach in and hold each of your uh, hold them up a bit?”

She nodded, holding her breath again. She reached up, cradling her breasts, and lifting them, holding his gaze, watching his eyes slip from hers to her tits and back, unable to truly keep from looking. The dampness of her pussy was unmistakable, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. He continued to manipulate her costume, pulling it up and into place, and reaching around her body, commanding her how to move her arms as he smoothed it against her body, making sure everything was in place…

Jesus. His body was against hers. She stood at attention, looking up at his face, watching him look so thoughtful and focused… almost as if he was unaware of how hard his cock was, and how it was nuzzled against her naked tummy. Her knees felt weak. She continued to hold the position he had put her in, but she started to tremble at the intensity of his focus.

If he instructed her to… do something else right now… would she do it?

“You’re… uh… all set.”

She blinked… looking up at him, and stepped back. The room was intensely, vibrantly silent. “Thank you…” she muttered, reaching down to the appliance case on the bed, drawing out the headpiece. She stepped carefully to the front of the closet, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked amazing. Chris was SO good at this. She reached up, and pulled the headpiece into place, carefully fitting it over her ears, taking hold of the built in clips and working her hair into it… and then stepped back, embracing her transformation. She was a gorgeous pixie princess. Her delight at their success swelled, but it almost felt overshadowed by the feeling of having just been so completely in Chris’s control. She smiled at him, holding her hands in front of her as she bounced a bit on her toes, not able to get much height thanks to her heels, but still bouncing nonetheless. “How do I look?” She asked…

And felt a swelling delight at his answer. Right now, nothing in the whole world mattered more than him approving of her.

 

[GirlWatch]

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“Thank you…”

Chris's cock ached at her words, and at moving away from her. He watched her braid her hair around the tiara, seeing how her body moved, her bust as her arms were over her head. He was sure that there was a small wet spot on the inside of his shorts from precum at the sensation of pushing up next to her. She hadn't objected to his touch, to his closeness ... it made him think all the more about the night before. Maybe if he had been just a little slower, more patient, it would have been different. But now he had to concentrate on what she needed to make this a great day at the con.

He tore himself away and pulled out the segments of her elven staff, coiled with wire and painted plastic leafy vines and topped with a three-fingered ent-like claw that held a crystal. The segments screwed together easily enough and he inspected them to make sure the seams were barely visible. He gave the power a quick test for the pale blue OLEDs embedded in the staff, pressing the recessed buttons that made the three different pattern cycles, and all looked good.

“How do I look?”

He looked back at her and a big smile grew on his face. She was amazing. Her bouncy energy just made him want to wrap her up in his arms. Normally he would shy away from so openly saying what was on his mind, but for just a moment he picked on her being in character and it was like it gave him an excuse for it.

He drew himself up straight and tall, pulling the staff before him as if at attention. He pressed one of the buttons and the crystal at the top began to pulse white and blue, its temp increasing as he held the button down. He stepped towards her with a formal stride, the staff pulsing, until he was almost upon her but not touching her. He looked down into her eyes, his face shining.

"My princess, regent of my heart, you are as beautiful as any woman I have ever seen."

He swept one foot back and knelt before her, holding the staff before him up towards her and released the button. The crystal gave three quick pulses and then a brilliant strobe. It was nothing she hadn't seen in testing, but it seemed so right to show it off to her now.

As she took it Chris withdrew from his kneeling pose and returned to standing. He extended one elbow to her.

"Shall we see how the con is getting started?"

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Chris’s response was so silly, so classically him, that she couldn’t help but burst out with laughter, her heart swelling with delight in her chest.

"My princess, regent of my heart, you are as beautiful as any woman I have ever seen."

She bit her bottom lip as he dropped to one knee, keying her scepter to throb with pulses of effervescent light. Oh lord, but he was so much fun! She curtsied to him, taking it from his hand, gently touching it to his shoulder. “Arise, milord.” She said with mock elven dignity. As he stood again, she tried not to look at the swollen tent in his shorts. Now that she knew how big he was, she understood why it happened. How did he even keep that monster contained? Still, she fussed with the light for a second, pretending not to notice as he adjusted himself. She inhaled, thinking about the idea of him being aroused by having touched her. The very idea made her feel all trembly inside, but what did that mean? They had spent last night touching each other… even if neither of them was talking about it. Had she somehow awoken something in him? The way he had commanded her how to stand and hold her arms had given her a sense of… she didn’t even know what. It was a feeling of freedom, almost, of giving herself over to someone she trusted… that shouldn’t have felt as arousing as it did, but even now, she could feel her body reacting to the memory…

He offered her an elbow, and indicated for them to head down to the con. She took it, grinning broadly. Their adventure was beginning!

Even the hotel lobby was full of excited convention goers, and they had barely stepped out of the elevator before someone was asking for her picture. She posed happily; She had been practicing exactly the right stance for this character, presenting a long bare leg, a hand on her hip, accentuating the narrow flatness of her tummy and holding her neck just show to show her delicate jawline as it flowed up to her carefully constructed ears. At first, a lot of the attention seemed to be because she was showing so much skin, but as they went outside and crossed over to the convention center, a lot of people were beginning to notice just how advanced her wings were. There was virtually no mechanism visible, they seemed to sit against her naked back, but they were so light that the moved fluidly and freely using such tiny servos, and with the basic programming Chris had done they could perform a number of fluid movements that seemed to respond to Fiona’s expressions and gestures, letting her flutter them in frustration or perk them up in delight. The time they had spent practicing the performance paid off.

They had only missed the first half hour or so, but they were able to skip the insanely long lines for tickets because they had checked in the day before. They already knew that they wanted to wander the convention floor for the first day, checking out all the booths and everything the small vendors had to offer. Dozens and dozens of booths selling comics, toys, movies, games, and other collectibles, as well as booths advertising fan-created content, small press magazines, websites… Fiona got into a long conversation with a guy that had written several books and was self-publishing; his wife had gotten him convention space for his birthday, and he was completely out his element, but excited to be here. She bought both books, and they exchanged business cards… She’d love to take a stab at maybe cosplaying one of his characters. Both of them went a little nuts in one booth selling vintage game systems; Fiona bought several classic NES games, and gave very real thought to buying a turbo graphics 16, but decided to wait until later in the week. Her purchases went into Chris’s backpack. She was stopped over and over again for pictures, and loved every second of it. Several different webcomic artists asked if they could do a quick drawing of her, and she agreed to pose for them… Chris would remind them to credit her, giving the cards to link to their website.

They hadn’t planned to get in any of the long lines today; they were bound to be shorter later in the week. But one of them caught Fiona’s eye, and she just couldn’t let it go. She looked up at Chris, her eyes big and apologetic. “That’s Devon MacFarlane’s table…” she said, looking up at him pleadingly.

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris felt amazing with Fiona on his arm as they made their way to the con, but as soon as they got near the floor he became swept up in the chaos. Cellphones and DSLRs alike came out to get Fiona's photo, and Chris was moving around trying to make sure that anyone who looked serious got one of their cards. Well, her card really, it was her name and website - but Chris more and more thought of it as something they were together on. Fiona wheeled and posed beautifully, but for once Chris was so busy that he managed not to lose himself and stare. Not that it stopped others, and Chris found himself "accidentally" stepping in the way of a teenager whose camera was clearly trying to upskirt Fiona, even if he knew there was nothing for him to see. As they moved deeper into the crowds the attention was more split amongst all of the other booths, minor celebrities, as well as cosplayers.

Chris moved in Fiona's orbit, swinging in to put her things into his bag and then swinging out again to pass out their own cards. In between he looked for opportunities while she was posing to kick off one of the preprogrammed wing sequences that let her flutter There seemed precious few minutes that he had to appreciate Fiona's artistry and her ability to work the crowd. She was so effortlessly social with everyone from a preteen girl who gushed over her costume to a middle aged booth vendor selling old Nintendo games. For Chris, moving in these crowds was emotionally tiring, but she seemed to just pick up more and more energy from it - or was it just that she was good at projecting that image?

He lost track of where they were when he recognized that longing look on Fiona's face as she hesitantly positioned herself near the end of a long line to a celebrity table.

“That’s Devon MacFarlane’s table…”

Ah, Fiona's star crush. He smiled, but he could feel his heart fall a bit too. The last thing he really wanted was to see how she mooned over MacFarlane.

"Look uh, how about if I get you some food while you wait." He fumbled with his phone, knowing that she didn't have her own. "If you get up to the front before I get back, get yourself a selfie with him." He smiled as he handed over his phone to her. "Oh, and the program of the wings is there too."

He started to walk away and then realized the phone would surely lock while she was waiting. He paused and turned back to her. "Umm, the unlock code is, uh..." His voice dropped low so only she could hear, "It's your birthday." Feeling the blush rise in his cheeks he turned away and tried to think of where they'd been when he'd smelled food.

It took a lot longer than he expected, getting turned around between booths, crowds of fans, and roving cosplayers. Some of the cosplayers caught his eye either for the quality of their costumes or the amount of skin they were showing, but he managed to keep his head about them - and the grumbling of his own stomach helped.

In the end he was surprised by the range of food available, from the sweet and powdery to the hot and spicy. But what had him scratching his head was what Fiona would be able to eat without getting any mess on her costume or risking her makeup. He wolfed down a hot dog of his own, followed by a small platter of gyoza, before deciding on what to bring back to her - a carry-out platter of sushi and a small bag of churros.

He made it back through the crowds, a smile on his face, but he found himself stopping short as he realized that Fiona was at the front of the line. She was so animated, so bubbly, so clearly happy to be chatting with MacFarlane. He wanted to be happy for her, but he couldn't help the feeling deep in his gut.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Fiona exhaled happily when Chris offered to get them some food. They had only had a few pieces of fruit and muffins that morning, and while she hadn’t REALLY noticed it in all the excitement, she was suddenly very aware of her gurgling tummy. “That would be amazing Chris…” she said, looking up at him with a big, grateful smile. When he handed her his phone to take a picture, she looked up at him with a question. “Couldn’t I just use my phone?” she asked, knowing it was in his bag.

"the program of the wings is there too."

She glanced down at the phone, feeling something in her stomach flutter. She hadn’t actually been THINKING about Chris’s part in her performance. She had been posing and smiling and making tiny little gestures, and everyone was gushing over how amazing she looked and how fantastic her wings were and how lifelike… and she had been so caught up in it that she hadn’t even had to think about the fact that Chris was watching her every gesture and making her wings respond to her movements. The realization washed over her that she could never operate her wings with such fluidity all by herself; him handing her his phone as if she could just brought his contribution to everything she was doing into stark relief. “O...oh.” she simply said, unsure how exactly to express the swelling of gratitude for his selflessness and artistry that was suddenly making her want to cry. “T...thank you…”

He smiled at her and turned to head across the convention floor toward the food vendors. She turned, looking down at his phone. She should really at least tuck her wings back behind her so they were out of the way while she stood in line. She pressed the button to turn his phone on, but then she realized that it’s lock screen was active. She bit her bottom lip. Did she know his unlock code? She couldn’t think of it, if she did. How would she…

Suddenly, he was there again. "Umm, the unlock code is, uh… It's your birthday."

She exhaled, watching him walk away again. Really? She reached down, and keyed in the numbers, and sure enough, the phone unlocked. She numbly tapped open the app he had running, and selected one of the half-dozen command prompts, and felt her wings fold themselves down against her back. She looked up again, but Chris had already disappeared into the crowd. How long had he… She swallowed, thinking about the way it had felt last night when he had his arm around her, cradling her breast, her nipple between his fingertips, her whole body snuggled back against him with his cock working right up against her backside. The memory of the sensation brought a long, sullen sigh from her. She had been so open and happy and excited all day, posing and smiling and hugging little kids… but the truth was… The main thing she felt was naked. Her body was so exposed, and normally that didn’t really give her any sort of pause… but Chris had seen her this morning. Seen almost everything. And she wanted him to see her. All of her.

The line moved forward, and she followed along. As she finally came up to the table, Devon’s people asked her what she wanted… He would sign a print from the show for thirty, and pose for a photo for twenty. She paid for both, and watched him smile and chat with the folks in front of her. His smile so was so intensely genuine, and every time he laughed it seemed like it was the very first time. His character on the show was sardonic and a little bit bitter, but always seemed to have this current of affable likability in him, and just watching Devon she could see where it came from. She had read that the character was actually meant to be much more cynical, and even that he was supposed to be killed in the third episode, but he had brought such a fantastic energy to the set and to the show that they had found a way to keep him. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was so handsome Fiona felt like she was about to lunge over the table and make out with him.

Soon, it was her turn, and Devon turned to her. She grinned up at him. “Hi…”

“Finally.” he said with a smile. “I’ve been watching you in line, I love your costume!”

Glee!

“Thank you! My friend and I made it…”

He took one of the pictures in front of him. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Fiona…”

He smiled. “That’s pretty.” he said as he started to sign the print. “It definitely suits you. Did I see your wings move earlier?”

She nodded, thumbing at the phone. “Yea… it usually looks cooler… my friend controls the wings…” she tapped one of the commands, and the wings spread themselves, and fluttered cutely as she made one of her little practiced elfin moves.

He nodded appreciatively. “Wow, that’s awesome!” he said, holding up the signature and blowing on it, making Fiona’s heart flutter more than her wings. “Are you going to wear that in the costume contest Friday? I’m a guest judge.”

She shook her head. “Not this one, no… We have something else for the contest.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yea? What is it?”

She grinned, shaking her head. “It’s a surprise.”

Devon smiled at that, and she melted. He then walked around the table, beckoning for one of the people behind the table to follow him. “Here, a selfie isn’t going to cut it, we someone taking this for us.” He came around, and shifted his shoulders with a grin. “Can I put my arm around you for this?”

She nodded wordlessly, trying not to completely lose it. She tapped her phone, moving her wings back out of his way, and then flipped it over to the camera, handing it to Devon’s guy. She struck a pose, silently grateful for all the time she spent practicing so she wasn’t caught trying to figure this one out. He wrapped an arm around her completely naturally, and they smiled, having their picture taken. He turned, reaching across the table and grabbed a small business card and the marker he was using for signatures. He jotted on the back of it, and the straightened out, handing her the card along with her signature. “Well Fiona, I can’t wait to see what you do for the contest. This is a link to my website, if you want to send me that photo.” He gave her a broad smile, and a small wink. “But if you’d rather not share it there, that’s my personal email on the back.”

She bit her bottom lip, bouncing a bit. “Oh… oh wow… thank you.”

He started back around the table. “See you Friday!”

She started to step away from the table, making room for the next person in line… She stepped out of the footpath, and looked down at he her signed print and the small business card...

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris watched silently as Fiona chatted with MacFarlane, feeling his heart beat in his chest as she bounced and he looked over her costume. When the actor invited her around the desk and wrapped one arm around her it felt like his heart just sunk down into his gut. He closed his eyes as they took the photo, taking a deep breath and trying to recenter himself.

“He’s her favorite actor and she’s a cute woman in a great costume,” he told himself silently, “of course she’s excited and of course he’d like a picture like that. It’ll probably end up on Twitter as his agent makes sure he gets a social media bump from the con. It’s just the right thing to do.” He opened his eyes, still trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t feel the way he did. “It’ll be good for her, for us, too. If we can get him to mention Fiona’s website, or even follow her…” He knew he was being unreasonable to feel this way. It wasn’t fair to her, or what they came here to do … especially if it helped them win the contest.

Somehow that didn’t help the feeling deep inside him though.

Chris put a forced smile on his face as he saw Fiona walking away, holding her autographed print and staring at something else too. He could see how excited she was. The warmth of her smile, the lights in her eyes, the bounce in her step - he loved all those things about her. He could feel that warmth in his heart, softening the edges of his smile. She was so clearly happy.

“Hey there lucky fangirl!” he intercepted her, “I see somebody got a special photo taken with Devon MacFarlane.” He gently took his phone back from her and steered them towards some small tables away from the rush of the con. Looking in her eyes he knew that if she was happy, he could be happy, even if there still was a twist of jealousy in his belly.

“Here, I brought you a little food and another bottle of water.”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“Hey there lucky fangirl!”

Fiona looked up, and felt a sudden flush of raw happiness. Her experience with Devon had been so much fun, but it was just pulsing in her tummy with nowhere to go. The second she had someone to share it with, she bubbled over like teakettle. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god!” she squealed, bouncing over to Chris, hugging him around his tummy. “Did you see what happened?”

“I see somebody got a special photo taken with Devon MacFarlane.” he said as he took his phone.

She nodded, looking up at him, her eyes bright and sparkling with excitement, her chest rising and falling in her snug little costume. “He gave me his address to send him the photo!” She said with glee, holding out the card for him. “He wants to have a picture of ME, Chris!” She watched his slow begrudging smile, and she felt herself melt for him. Chris was that best friend she could ever hope to have. He was so supportive and generous and caring and wonderful… She felt so guilty about all the thoughts she’d been having about him all morning. She needed to stop thinking about him like that, and just remember how lucky she was to have someone who treated her so wonderfully.

“Here, I brought you a little food and another bottle of water.”

Her tummy grumbled at the mention of food. “Oh, my god, you’re a lifesaver, thank you SO much!”

She followed him to the small round tables with their built in seats, carefully lowering herself to sit in a way that kept her wings out of the way. She cracked open the water bottle, and held it up… her lipstick was long-wear, but she would probably still re-apply it after she ate. She was actually more worried about the rest of her make up. She would have to eat EXTRA carefully to make sure everything stayed perfect. But then Chris held up a piece of sushi for her. She blinked, lowering her water bottle back to the table. He was... going to feed her? Her breathing slowed down, and she rested her hands on the table in front of her, feeling her heartbeat slow down, and the tiny little clench deep inside her. She opened her mouth, dutifully, trusting him to place it squarely inside her mouth… and then chewing, looking up at him. She had JUST been thinking that she needed to stop thinking of Chris this way… but here came the feelings, completely unbidden. She felt like… like she BELONGED to him. All that sweetness and compassion and generosity… it took on a whole new dimension as she sat before him, obediently taking the food he fed her.

Soon, she had finished her lunch, and sipped again at her water. She asked him for her lipstick, which she had stored in a side-pocket of his backpack. She looked at herself in the tiny mirror, carefully following her lipline and making sure her lips looked perfect, when she felt a tiny little tug at her elbow. She looked down, and there was a little girl wearing a princess costume.

Fiona blinked. “Ah, hi there!” she said, not sure what was going on.

“Are you a princess?” the little girl said softly.

She turned in her chair a bit, leaning down. “I think we’re both princesses, aren’t we?” She said, slipping forward and lowering herself down to one knee, taking the little girl’s hand. “I’m Fiona, what’s your name?”

The little girl looked up at her in awe. “Olivia.”

Fiona had no sense of how old she might be, but she looked little too small to be all by herself. “Are you here with your mommy or daddy, Oliva?”

The little girl nodded. Fiona glanced up at Chris, making sure he understood, before she reached out and took Oliva’s other hand with her own. “Do you know where they are?” She asked. Olivia shook her head no, and seemed to not like being reminded of it. Fiona nodded, giving her her biggest, warmest, most fairy-princess smile. “That’s okay, Olivia. You’re with me, okay? Princesses have to look out for each other." She glanced over at Chris, her eyes silently asking him if he could go contact the convention management about trying to locate the little girl's parents, and then she lowered her head again, her eyebrows raising higher up, making Olivia giggle. She felt the servos against her back working; Chris was making her wings start to move. She raised her shoulders up and down, completing the illusion that she was making her wings move all by herself, and Olivia's eyes opened wide, holding hands with her very own Fairy Princess.

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris caught Fiona's glance, and gave a slight head jog in the direction of the Hospitality desk. Fiona's smile told him that they were thinking the same thing. Chris covertly slid his phone back on the table as he stood up so that Fiona could play with her wings or let Olivia control them.

"My princesses, I should let you talk amongst fellow royalty..." He glanced upwards, seeing a deep blue patron banner for Stonemount Castle Miniatures. "... under this grand banner of your castle."

"Please allow your humble servant to go run a small errand." He made a deep bow, with far more flourish than the morning's bow to Fiona back in the room. As he rose, he gave Fiona a subtle smile and turned and strode towards the Convention Hospitality Booth, his head gently scanning in case he saw frantic looking parents. Once he was out of Olivia and Fiona's sight he picked up the pace to a near jog. He realized he hadn't tried to get the little girl's last name, but then.. maybe he didn't have to...

A few moments later an announcement came over the PA system: "Would the parents of Princess Olivia please attend to her in the west dining area, under the blue Stonemount Castle banner? Parents of Olivia, to the west dining area, at the blue Stonemount banner. Thank you."

Chris strolled back to the ladies, a satisfied look on his face, feeling pretty confident that the parents would be there before him. He could picture Fiona's face looking down at Olivia, all of that wonder and energy that he loved about her bent towards making that little girl feel safe and happy.

He turned around a corner of a booth and saw two relieved looking parents standing over Olivia as she jumped up and down, pointing at Fiona and her fluttering wings. Chris couldn't help but grin as he paused at the edge of the dining area, watching the innocently joyful scene play out. For all the rushing about they had done before, this small little thing just filled him up with energy. He found he couldn't keep his eyes off of Fiona's face as she delighted the little girl.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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"Please allow your humble servant to go run a small errand."

Fiona grinned at Chris as he bowed to her, making a grand gesture to her as though she really was a princess, and then left her to care for Olivia while he went to find someone who worked for the convention.

“Is he your prince?” Olivia asked, watching him go.

Fiona blinked at that, not quite sure what the right answer was. Did Olivia think a princess NEEDED a prince? She didn’t want to engender anything in the little girl that might make her thing she NEEDED a guy in her life. What could she say that properly imparted to her that a princess was a princess no matter what?

She smiled. “He’s… He’s my friend, Olivia.” She said. “Princesses can also just have friends, even if they’re boys.”

Oliva nodded at her sage wisdom, thinking about it for a moment before she wrinkled her nose at something that didn’t quite make sense to her. “Does… does he ONLY get to be your friend?” She asked, completely without guile. “It looks like he WANTS to be your prince. Do you want him to be?”

Whoa boy.

“Ah…” She started, struggling to keep up her princessy demeanor. “Well, I… I might.” She said, stumbling a bit. “I guess…” She cleared her throat, watching the way Olivia doted on her every word. “I guess even princesses… don’t always know exactly what they want?”

Oliva smiled. She seemed to like that. “I don’t always know what I want.” she said, as though they were sharing some sort of profound secret.

Fiona nodded. “Well, that’s okay.” She said with the vast confidence of a princess. “We can still be princesses, and figure out exactly what we want later.”

Olivia started to play with the loose petals of diaphanous fabric that made Fiona’s skirt. “But I do think he should be your prince.” she said matter-of-factly.

Fiona smiled. “Duly noted, Princess Olivia”

It wasn’t long before Chris’s announcement went out, specifically citing ‘the parents of Princess Olivia’... a very cute touch, she thought. Only a few moments later, Olivia exclaimed happily, and ran to the arms of a couple in their late twenties. The mother was an absolute mess; apparently she had been sobbing. Her husband was in better shape, but it was pretty clear they had never lost their daughter before. They gushed with gratitude, but Fiona could only say it was fine, that Olivia had been very level-headed and sweet, and a pleasure to chat with. They took lots of pictures together… a few of them with Olivia hugging her new best friend a little more tightly than Fiona’s costume really allowed, but it was totally worth it. She made sure to give the little girl a kiss on the cheek, and accepted a hug from her mom… even exchanging names so they could stay friends on facebook.

It was only when she found Chris that she broke character, gushing with delight at the experience, hugging his middle tightly. “Oh, my god, Chris, did you see how cute she was? She thought I was a real fairy princess!” She was blushing so hotly even her arms seemed to flush. I can’t believe what an amazing job you did… i could never have made something so good without you!”

She found his phone, handing it back to him. She noticed the time as she did; It had only seemed to be minutes she had spent with Olivia, but it had actually been almost a full hour. “Oh boy… it’s getting late. Did you want to get in line for the Village of the Cursed panel?”

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris stood back and let Fiona, Olivia, and her parents have their moment. It truly was adorable to watch. As the family headed off, Olivia still waving from her father’s arms, Fiona seemed to realize Chris was there being his more usual wallflower self and rushed over to him.

“Oh, my god, Chris, did you see how cute she was? She thought I was a real fairy princess! I can’t believe what an amazing job you did… i could never have made something so good without you!”

Fiona wrapped her arms about him and he couldn’t help but put his arms around her in return, feeling the smooth bare skin of her back, the pressure of her against his front, her glowing face looking up at him. It made him beam back. Fortunately she pulled away before her close presence started making him react too obviously in other ways. As his hands slid away from her back, he felt a dangling strand.

“Oh boy… it’s getting late. Did you want to get in line for the Village of the Cursed panel?”

“Uh sure, yeah.” His eyes weren’t looking into hers though, but instead along the edge of her bodice. “Hold on a sec though.” He put one hand on her shoulder, the fingers of the other hand tracing along the skin on the lower right side of her top. “Okay, that seals it. From now on any controls either are deep inside the costume or are wireless.”

He looked back. “Sorry, Fiona, but I guess there’s a reason we’ve learned so much since we made this outfit. The control line on the right side pulled free, maybe when Olivia gave you that really big hug. If it snags on anything it might pull free and make your right wing stop working. But I’m going to need to unstrap your top to fix it.” He glanced around.

“We could try to find a quiet corner behind a booth or…” his eye paused as he looked around, seeing something that would be perfect but perhaps a bit awkward. “Well, um, or we could slip into the family bathroom down that hall.” The small bathroom would be perfect, for all the same reason that families with small children needed such rooms, but someone surely might get the wrong idea if they saw the two of them slip into a bathroom together.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“Hold on a sec though.”

As soon as he started to run his hands over her skin, she froze, taking a deep inhale, not wanting to disrupt his exploration of her. She knew it wasn’t sexual, that something had shifted in her costume, but she couldn’t help by feel that same sensation of immediate obedience to him. All at once, it was like she was completely his to touch however he wanted. She was his canvass, completely, and it startled her how comforting that was.

“Okay, that seals it. From now on any controls either are deep inside the costume or are wireless.”

She smiled at that, lifting her arms up to give him easier access. “You know we can’t go wireless with servos this small… you’re just running wires to the wireless receivers.” She looked up at him with a grin. “You’re just frustrated.”

He went on to explain that the control line was pulled free again. Obviously, that couldn’t happen. They’d need to take her top off in order to repair it. She nodded softly to that. The unspoken part of it was that she’d HAVE to take her top off again. In order for this repair to happen, he’d have to see her again.

She swallowed. Did… did she really MIND the idea of him seeing her again?

“We could try to find a quiet corner behind a booth or… Well, um, or we could slip into the family bathroom down that hall.”

She exhaled. There wouldn’t be any stalls, or anything. But… this was exactly why he was here, to perform this sort of repair if anything went wrong. And she KNEW she trusted him, trusted him implicitly. “Okay…” she said, giving him a reasuring smile. “I guess the bathroom is the best bet, right?”

She followed him, smiling at a few people that all complimented her costume. The problem wasn’t a bit, obvious one… It’s likely that no one but Chris could see it right now, but she knew that if he decided it was a potential problem, then it needed to be addressed. There were a few families getting themselves together down the hallway, and lots of little kids pointed at her in delight, and she stopped and took several pictures, giving them big smiles… but they always moved on, and she continued down the hallway toward the bathroom. Chris held the door open for her, and she stepped in, hearing the click as Chris locked the door.

The bathroom was roomy; meant to accommodate several people with a stroller. There was a fold down changing table, a huge full-wall mirror., a wide countertop around the sink, and a small bench, likely leant for nursing mothers. She looked up at Chris… took a deep breath, and gave him a reassuring smile, trying to stop her heart from pounding excitedly in her chest.

“Okay… I’m all yours!”

 

[GirlWatch]

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“You know we can’t go wireless with servos this small… you’re just running wires to the wireless receivers. You’re just frustrated.”

He wasn’t sure which he liked more: that she had paid enough attention to his gadgetry to know what was going on, or that she knew him well enough to call him on his real emotions on the whole thing.

“Yeah, I know, I know. I just… I hate when something doesn’t work. I really hate it when it interrupts you being as awesome as you can be.” He didn’t even look up at her though, just keep worrying over the controls for the costume. For that moment anyway, he wasn’t aware of how close he was to her, how her skin felt, how the swell of her breasts were right there in front of him.

“Okay… I guess the bathroom is the best bet, right?”

He just nodded, still inside his own head, and half followed and half lead her to the bathroom as she kept being interrupted to smile for the other con goers. All he could see was the slight intrusion of the wire on the bottom edge marring her costume.

It wasn’t until they were in the bathroom with the door locked behind them, and she said “Okay… I’m all yours!” that suddenly it all came home to him. Blood rushed into his cheeks and his cock simultaneously, but the deeper truth of it seemed to hit straight into him. She trusted him, trusted him to do right by her, but something… something deeper. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself to look her in the eyes, wasn’t sure that his deep desire might might be too painfully obvious, so with a quick deep breath he moved to her side.

“Okay, arms out to the side again.” He started to loosen the straps of her top as soon as she complied, some part of him exulting at how she responded to him, his cock surging to erection in response. He paused as he loosened the last strap, looking down in her eyes as he slid the front away from her chest. For a moment he forgot about the wire, the controls, everything. His eyes went straight from her eyes down to look across her beautiful breasts, each freckle seeming to call to his attention, her nipples prominent amidst her smooth flesh. He looked back to her eyes. “Just a moment.”

With two lines quickly unplugged he pulled the entire top away from her, leaving her completely topless. His eyes lingered for only a second before he sat down on the bench, his cock pressing a hard tent in his pants before he covered it with the bodice. He looked down from her and with quick, confident fingers pressed the control line up to the inside of the bodice behind a ridge of seaming, securing it with pieces of fabric tape from a roll he had stored in a pocket of his cargo pants. This would be much more secure than the quick repair job he had done in their hotel room.

He stood back up and looked straight into her eyes as he wrapped the bodice back around her. His hands slid over her skin as he made sure that no flesh was folded or pinched by the harder pieces of the costume. In a moment of boldness that surprised even him, that included gently pressing on the side of each breast to make sure that most delicate skin was not caught next to anything. He pulled the bodice tight about her again, as before the final motions causing them to be pressed front to front as he reached behind her. The feeling of his cock pressing against his pants which in turn was pressed against her… it was exquisite even as it was a sensation he knew could find no release.

“There.” He looked down deep into her eyes, his voice sounding much more confident than it had this morning. “You should be all set now for just about anything.”

 

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“Okay, arms out to the side again.”

She took a deep breath, holding out her arms as he slid her costume off her body, leaving her exposed to him again. She watched his face, and his intense focus… the part of her that was making her heart pound in her chest was almost quivering in excitement at the idea of him seeing her, loving the feeling of his eyes… and his hands… on her. She thought for a moment about Olivia, about how she asked if he was her prince. Obviously, she didn’t quite mean ‘prince’ in the way she was thinking of it just now, but the part of her idea she found herself latching onto had less to do with just who her prince was, and far more to do with just whose princess SHE was.

Because right now, as she held herself up for him, having his confidant hands working over her naked body, attending to her costume… she certainly felt like she was HIS.

His erection was obvious. He was doing his best to hide it, or to just behave like he didn’t notice, but the fact that he was so hard when he touched her made her have to shiver to avoid smiling. She WANTED him to be hard when he looked at her. She wanted to be something that aroused him. He worked so hard for her, and she absolutely loved everything he did. She wanted to give him that arousal… wanted to be the reason his cock was hard. She wasn’t just loving the wonderful feeling of being possessed and controlled because SOMEONE was possessing and controlling her; it was very much because HE was. Anything he asked her to do…

He was sliding the bodice back into place, their bodies pressed together, his hard cock nuzzled into her naked tummy through his shorts. His hands worked over her breasts… it was all to align the costume, but it hardly mattered. She inhaled deeply, loving the sensation of his body against hers, holding her chest up to him, feeling like she was an offering...

“There. You should be all set now for just about anything.”

She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him earnestly, not stepping back, just staying there with him… her arms lowered to her sides, and slowly her tiny hands reached up, gripping the material of his shirt at his sides, holding herself against him. “Thank you, Chris…” she whispered, her eyes looking back and forth between his. He could ask her to do more, and she would do it, she knew. In that moment, she felt completely and totally his.

It couldn’t last, of course. The bathroom was hardly the place for her to explore these feelings for him. They needed to head back out to the convention floor, and head to the line for the evening panel Chris wanted to attend. They stepped back out, walking through the crowd, again stopping over and over for pictures. Once they joined the line and had stopped moving, a small crowd was actually perpetually standing around Fiona, making it important for her to get off to the side so that they didn’t slow foot traffic. Fiona beamed, staying in character, fluttering and smiling and posing, bouncing happily in each person’s photo like a lovely little pixie princess…

But her eyes never really completely left Chris. She watched him subtly operate her wings, his attention on every little detail of her movement so that he could make the whole thing look effortless. She wanted to be at her absolute best for him, and wanted everyone to get his cards so they knew that he was the one that had build this amazing thing.

She thought about what he had said about the costume earlier. That he hated it when something mechanical interrupted HER being as awesome as she could… but truthfully, she felt exactly the same way toward him; she wanted to be PERFECT so that everyone would see how awesome his work was...

 

[GirlWatch]

“Thank you, Chris…”

The way she looked at him, the way she held onto his shirt, held him close to her ... she had to feel how hard he was for her, and that made him ache for her all the more. He wanted so much to bend down and kiss her, but if he ever let himself do that it might not stop there - and the family bathroom right off a main convention hall was not the right place. And if he was wrong, if he wasn't sure she was feeling the way he was just beginning to hope she did. Well, that would have terrible consequences.

Fortunately they were able to slip out of the bathroom without any undue notice. As soon as she was facing away from him he desperately tried to adjust himself in his pants while no one else was around, trying to free himself from being pinched between layers of clothing, though really the only solution was for his erection to subside. Soon they were in the midst of a crowd again and his mind returned to the business at hand, allowing some relaxation in the pants department even as mentally and socially he had more to deal with. He switched back and forth between manipulating her wings remotely, handing out her business cards, and making the occasional small talk with someone who realized what was going on from the mechanical point of view.

Every time he looked up from his other distractions it seemed like he was looking into her beautiful eyes, and that made his heart bump in a way that felt different. Something had changed, he knew, something wonderful, but he wasn't entirely sure exactly what and how.

Eventually the orbiting fans faded away from Fiona as they got to the end of the line for the start of the Village of The Cursed panel discussion. When the conference room doors closed and the panel started chatting, Chris found himself sitting next to Fiona and holding her hand as they laughed at the behind the scenes stories of the cast. He realized he wasn't entirely sure when that had happened, but it had just... happened. And it felt so right. He looked over at her and gave her hand a little squeeze. The panel was an hour long, but it seemed like it just flew by. The Village of the Cursed was a show that Chris had introduced Fiona to, and he knew it wasn't her favorite, but he loved how every in-joke or possible plot teaser they dropped was something that they both responded to together. As the panel came to an end and people started to file back out, he looked over at her and found he really didn't want to let go and have that moment end.

He stood, then tried to make a bit of a joke of holding her hand by playfully pulling her to her feet, feeling a bit awkward all the time.

"So, uh, you're probably ready for something real to eat, huh? Want to get changed back into normal clothes so you won't have to mug for shots all through your dinner?"

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Village of The Cursed was such a weird show. It featured all sorts of references to classic horror and exploitation characters… some of them so obscure that people were STILL trying to unpack them all. It wasn’t something she would have watched on her own, but Chris loved horror, and she loved following him into new, weird genre stuff. They were about to start their fourth season, and it looked like the show was really starting to hit it’s stride. They had introduced a strange time travel element at the end of last season and a lot of people were weary that the inherent complication of time travel would start to fray the tightly woven tapestry of plot the show had woven before now, but as they teased some of the new concepts and characters it looked like they were actually using it really well… If they could actually pull off some of the ideas they seemed to be trying, then the new season would be AMAZING…

Fiona really enjoyed the panel, but the truth was, only part of her was listening, because Chris was holding her hand. It hadn’t been something either of them had tried to do, but it was happening, nonetheless. She couldn’t remember the last time she had just sat holding someone’s hand like this, and to do it with Chris felt so perfect, it made her heart melt. The feeling like she was his wasn’t abating… she felt so intensely blessed to be able to work with him, to have him treat her like she was so special, to hold her hand, to get hard when he touched her…

She bit her lip, trying not to look down at the crotch of his shorts. The memory of his hard cock pressing into her as he smoothed out her costume sang out to her vividly. She SO wanted to explore him some more… if he would let her. The way he held her hand gave her hope. Maybe there would be more exploring tonight, once they climbed into the hotel bed? Anything he would let her do…

The crowd applauded for the end of the panel. She looked over at him as he stood, still holding her hand. She felt a stab of awkwardness… what would he say? Was he going to let go? But no, he made it a game, pulling her to her feet playfully. She giggled at that, squeezing his hand, and holding it with both of hers.

"So, uh, you're probably ready for something real to eat, huh?”

She nodded. “Absolutely. But do you think we could eat outside the convention? Something a little healthier?” She asked… They would be here all WEEK, and if they kept eating convention food they likely wouldn’t make it to the end.

He nodded, leading her down the aisle to the entrance. “Want to get changed back into normal clothes so you won't have to mug for shots all through your dinner?"

She hadn't thought about that, but honestly, it made sense. She LOVED all the attention she was getting, but even now, on the way out of the convention hall, she had to stop twice to pose for pictures. She couldn’t wait to come out tomorrow in another costume and start the whole thing again, but honestly, it would be nice to relax for a bit. They made their way down from the central hall, and into the lobby, where they discovered that it was definitely a good idea to have tried to make our way out a little early. If the convention floor seemed eager for photos of her, the lobby was like a piranha tank. Fiona must have posed for a hundred different cameras. Finally, FINALLY, they got out onto the street and were able to cross over to the hotel. As they got into the elevator and closed the door, and she finally had a second to break character she felt her shoulders slump. “Ugh…” She said, smiling exhaustedly at Chris. “I didn’t notice how sore my feet were until this second…”

They went into the room and she smiled, seeing how the bed had been made for them and all their towels were cleaned. She loved hotels. She sat down on the bed, looking up at Chris. “Finally time to put the wings away, huh?”

 

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“Ugh… I didn’t notice how sore my feet were until this second…”

He smiled sympathetically, taking her hand again. “I’m not surprised. You’ve been on your feet pretty much all day.” He had a sudden impulse to just scoop her up and carry her, but instead he just gave her hand a little squeeze as they walked to the room.

“You do a lot of very dynamic poses as the elven princess. It works great for giving the impression that you’re practically dancing on air, but it’s a lot of leg work. If you weren’t already in such great shape…” He trailed off as he swiped open the door. How much should he really say about how amazing her legs were, anyway?

He set down his backpack full of swag and cards as she sat down on the bed.

“Finally time to put the wings away, huh?”

“You just relax there. I’ll take care of everything.” He slid on the bed next to her and started unstrapping the bodice, his hands moving a bit slower and gentler than when they had rushed through the process as part of repairs. Chris looked up at her eyes as he went through the now familiar motions. “Are you okay with going back to being …” he hesitated for just a beat, “... Fiona?” In his he had almost said “my Fiona”, and barely stopped himself. He looked away.

“Hold out your arms again.” The anticipation of this moment already had him hard again. Part of him still couldn’t believe that she let him see her bare, beautiful breasts today. Not just once, either. He looked in her eyes as he lifted away the bodice, not wanting her to think that he was only doing it to stare at them again. He stood up to pull it away from her, realizing only too late that it meant the bulge in his cargo pants would be right in front of her face.

“Um, you can put your arms down again.” He lowered his arms so that the bodice covered him, a flush growing on his face, and turned away to set the costume piece on top of its bag. When he turned back there was no avoiding seeing her chest though, and his eyes were drawn as if by magnetism. His heart thumped. It was like he wanted to memorize every curve of her breasts, the freckles on pale skin, the way her nipple wrinkled in the middle, … he pulled his eyes up to her. He stepped forward again, knowing there way no way to hide his arousal, and with a bit more confidence he leaned forward and unwound her headpiece from her hair. Soon it too was on the suitcases.

“Here, your feet were tired. Let me.” He knelt down in front of her, picked up one booted leg, and started loosening the buckles. He didn’t look back up at her until he was sliding it slowly down her leg, his hand moving to hold her calf, fingers sliding along the muscle. He liked doing this for her, that she allowed him to undress her like this, touch her like this. As the second boot came off his fingers stroked down her calf muscle and wrapped around her foot. His fingers started firmly kneading the sole of her foot. He remembered how Melissa had liked his massages. He also remembered how often the massages had led to something more, and that made his cock ache. Trying to ignore it, he looked up at Fiona.

“How does that feel?”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“You just relax there. I’ll take care of everything.”

Her breath rushed into her lungs as he sat next to her and started unfastening her costume. Oh… oh god, she thought. His wasn’t about being quick and working to make the costume the best it could be. This was about HER. he was focusing on her the same way he focused on his work, with so much dedication and selfless, tireless effort. She felt overwhelmed at the attention. She leaned her head to the side, resting her chin on his arm, looking up at him with a delicate smile, watching the focused little lines around his mouth as he worked diligently to undo her the fasteners on her bodice. She lifted her hand, and rested it affectionately on his lap, so intensely silently grateful for his care and his friendship.

It… wasn’t just friendship, though. That much was so obvious, now. He… he felt something for her, too. It was something so significant and special, something that felt like it would crack if they even acknowledged it… but she could feel it there in the room with them, and it flooded her with warmth.

“Are you okay with going back to being … Fiona?” he asked softly.

She smiled softly, nodding, lifting her head up from his arm. “Yea, I am.” she said. And then she closed her eyes, enjoying the more-and more familiar feeling of his strong, dexterous hands over her body, working her out of her costume. “When I’m in costume, I’m there for everyone… but when I’m Fiona…” she opened her eyes, and realized he was looking at her. She knew what she was going to say. When she was Fiona, she was just for him. But he looked away, and she was left simply admiring him.

“Hold out your arms again.” he said , and she nodded. The air moved through their hotel room softly, the sounds of the street far below drown out by the gentle silence surrounding them, each soft shuffle of the soft fabric against her skin filling the space. She watched his focus as he peeled her costume away, leaving her again topless in front of him. She bit her lip, watching his eyes fall on her naked breasts. She inhaled, her back arching slightly… letting him see her… He stood, and it was her turn to stare. His cock was SO hard. She glanced up at him, but her eyes fell down again to his shorts, imagining the shape that was being outlined in the fabric. “Um, you can put your arms down again.” He said, covering himself.

“Ok…” she whispered softly, complying to his command, feeling how natural and intensely fufilling following his instruction was. As he turned to take care of her bodice, the wings folding back against themselves, she reaced up and slid the arm pieces down again, setting them beside her on the bed. He returned, his eyes still taking in her nakedness as he sat up, his firm cock within arms reach of her as he reached up, unbinding her headpiece. She looked up at him, at the way the muscles of his arms interplayed as he worked, that dedicated expression still on his face… She glanced down, again admiring the shape outlined in his shorts, wondering if she could get away with touching him. He had touched her so much today, but it all felt so perfect. It made her feel like she BELONGED to him. She didn’t know if she had the same feeling in reverse, as though he belonged to HER. in a way, that felt alien. She held her hand out, barely a breath away from the shape of his cock… imagining how it would feel to hold him like she had last night…

He pulled away, setting the headpiece away as well, she reached down, pushing the skirt piece down past her bottom, and down her leg, lifting up each foot to pull them free, leaving her in the pale blue jersey knit thong she had worn under the skirt’s bikini bottom. She started to reach down to her boots, but Chris intervened.

“Here, your feet were tired. Let me.”

She looked up, sitting back, her heart pounding, knowing how undressed she was and completely under his gaze. She felt like an offering, like she was giving herself to him to do whatever he wanted, trusting him to take care of her. He went to his knees, and unbuckled her boots, and started to work his hands over her calf, stroking and kneading the sore muscles of her feet. She squirmed happily, closing her eyes, giving herself to him completely. “Mmm…” She muttered, her hands resting on her thighs, absently rubbing a little bit. She had been wearing a fairly sexy costume all day, letting so many people see her, but she felt TRULY exposed right now, and utterly, completely safe.

“How does that feel?” He asked, his hands working over her ankles.

She opened her eyes, looking down at him… her hands sliding absently over her own hips. “Hmm…” she hummed again, looking down at him, her eyes pleasantly dreamy. “So good…” she whispered, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the room. “You take such good care of me, chris. I just…” she shook her head, her eyes closing again. “You… deserve… so much… from me…”

 

[GirlWatch]

“Hmm… So good… You take such good care of me, Chris. I just… You… deserve… so much… from me…”

Chris had certainly learned that when massaging the feet of a woman, if she became that incoherent it meant that she needed the massage and that he was at least doing an okay job. Well, mostly he had learned that from Melissa, who he had come to love to give a massage after she completed a 10K or a heavy workout. Sometimes when he was done she was practically asleep, but sometimes it energized her and ... well best not to build too much of an expectation.

"Sssh, you're just tired." He lifted up her legs. "Now you roll over on your belly and relax." He helped her sprawl onto the bed, his fingers firm on her calves and feet. "Just relax now."

He was loving being able to look at her breasts, so it was a shame to have her lie on her belly and hide them away, but this was the only way to properly massage her feet and legs. He also found that he was now looking at her amazing bottom more uncovered than he'd ever seen it. The thong not only didn't cover her beautiful, firm cheeks but also dove tightly between her legs. He realized he had stopped massaging her feet for a moment as he stared at how the fabric molded to her, and had to look away and take a deep breath. His fingers worked over one foot and then the other, using the small sounds she made to guide when to apply more pressure or less.

He moved up to her left calf muscle, lifting her lower leg off the mattress and letting it rest on his thigh. His fingers stroked up and down the muscle, finding knots of tension and gently but firmly rubbing them away. His eyes kept drifting back to the pale blue fabric of her thong. The movement of lifting her calf had parted her thighs a bit more, letting a bit more light in. His heart beat faster. He wanted to know what it would feel like to stroke her thighs, massage those toned cheeks, but he also knew he couldn't rush this. He shifted so that her left calf was over his left thigh, her right calf over his right thigh, and thus his body (and his still tightly constrained cock) pointed clearly enough to her again widened thighs. He massaged her right calf, but his eyes were already eagerly further.

He put a hand on each lower leg and slowly stroke up and down each calf muscle at the same time. With each stroke he let his hands slide further towards her knees, avoiding the sensitive and often ticklish skin behind the knee and beginning to slide up the outside of her leg. His eyes roamed from the toned muscle of her thighs to her firm bottom to her bare back, reminded again of the bare breasts that now were pressed into the bed. His hands slowly began to stroke up to the lower reaches of her thighs, his heart racing and his cock hard.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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"Sssh, you're just tired." Chris said as he lifted her legs, his strong fingers wrapped caressingly around her ankles. "Now you roll over on your belly and relax."

Fiona felt a glowing warm feeling in her tummy at that. She was SO close to naked right now… her breath came in slow, eager swells as she felt his eyes on her breasts. But he wasn’t trying to oggle her, even if she made it clear that it was okay if he wanted to… he was focused on taking care of her. She rolled over, raising her arms up and resting her cheek against her forearms, feeling her naked back goosepimple in the cozy coolness of their room. Her underwear was a thong, since it needed to be hidden inside the bikini under her costumes skirt, and she could feel how naked her bottom was, and she squirmed her hips, her thighs rubbing together softly, wondering if Chris liked what he saw. She closed her eyes, letting herself slip deeper into the warm, safe feeling of having him look at her.

His hands started to work over her calves. "Just relax now."

She cooed softly as he massaged her, making her whole body tingle with delight… groaning at certain sensations as he worked his hands over the tension in her muscles. It felt SO good. He rested her legs on his lap, and she bit her lip, trying to control her urge to squirm her hips down against the bed. Her thighs were parted just a tiny bit, which meant that even as the tingling, persistent little itch built between her legs, she couldn’t really rub them together to respond to it, just making it that much more prominent. She clenched her fingers into the sheets, trying to focus on his hands as they worked diligently up her naked calves, and not on the slowly building need…

It occurred to her all at once, in the moment when his hands slid up over the outsides of her knees, and as they slid up to the backs of her thighs; He was right behind her The way her legs were parted JUST a tiny bit was doing more than just preventing her from being able to rub her legs together… it was revealing the little strip of her thong covering her sex to his gaze. She exhaled shudderingly; knowing he was looking at her was part of what was giving her that persistent, pleasant aroused feeling, making that growing sensation of awareness of her moistening pussy trickle happily through her. But… but he could… he could SEE it… not… not directly, but…

Her legs curled up suddenly, her whole body trembling. It was… it was SO much. She loved it but… but… she couldn’t not touch herself. The feeling of him seeing her, touching her… it was coming close to overwhelming her. She rolled, looking up at him, his face showing so much concern it made her heart swell for him; he was SO good to her, but that just made her arousal throb in her all the more…

“I…” she muttered, smiling weakly at him, doing a terrible job of hiding how turned on she was, “I… that… that felt… wonderful…” her hand went up to her head, running her fingers into her hair, feeling so disheveled and turned on… “I…” she suddenly scooted off the bed, “I… we should go to dinner…” She said as she slipped into the bathroom. She quickly opened the shower, and stepped inside, pushing down her panties and dropping them behind her on the floor of the bathroom as she turned on the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her, the firm, throbbing pressure at once exacerbating the pleasure coursing through her. She gripped the handrail inside the shower, falling back to lean into the corner, her fingers flying down between her legs, her fervor as she rubbed herself within moments to a shattering orgasm making her cry out in desperate release. She panted her hands clutching the tile on either side of her, trying to steady herself.

Oh, this was so intense. They… they needed to talk. They REALLY needed to talk. She slowly found her composure, reaching for her body wash and quickly lathering herself. She hadn’t planned on wearing makeup to dinner, but she really wanted to look good for Chris. Her head was spinning through the clothes she had brought, trying to find a nice outfit he’d like to look at her in…

Finally she rinsed away the lather, and stepped out of the shower… realizing the door was open. She grabbed a towel reflexively, wrapping it around herself. Oh god… what… did he know what she had just done?

She peeked out of the door, looking at him sheepishly. “Um… shower’s free…” she said, blushing hotly.

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris found himself staring at her thighs and bottom, watching her muscles clench and relax at his touch, his eyes drawn to the shadows here her thong snugly covered her. Her little sounds were making him more and more aroused. He looked up at her hands clenched in the sheets and saw her shudder. It was a wonderful, loving sense of power that he could do that to her - which only made him wonder just how much of her warm flesh he would feel beneath his fingers … and then suddenly her legs were pulling away from her as she rolled over.

She looked at him, her face flushed, and he knew the look, that sensual intensity in her eyes that drew him in, body and soul, “I… that… that felt… wonderful…”. But then suddenly she was sliding off the bed and away from him towards the bathroom. “I… we should go to dinner…”

He followed to the open doorway, open mouthed, not sure what to say much less do. He watched as she pushed down her thong, suddenly now fully nude before him, his eyes drawn to the gap between her thighs. He gasped quietly and stepped back out of the doorway as he heard her turn on the shower. In his mind he remembered how she had mentioned she was going to get a brazilian wax because of the way some of her costumes fit. That had been tantalizing to hear her say so off-handedly before, but it was erotic to have seen a glimpse, to know how snug that thong must have been over her sex.

He leaned against the wall, fumbling with his belt and unzipping his fly. His cock sprung out, hard and hot in his hands, having been at its full arousal almost since the moment he started undressing her. A wet drop of pre-cum already welled at his tip. It would be so easy to finish himself right now. With a few strokes of his hand he’d doubtless spray the whole room, he felt so swollen. He should grab a washcloth or something to come in, but they were all in the bathroom… where she was.

An exultant cry came from the bathroom, an unmistakeable sound of pleasure. It almost sent Chris over the edge without a single stroke. He held his girth in his right hand, mind racing, eyes casting about for something to wrap himself in. But what if she came back out and found him, making a mess of some t-shirt. What would she think, even if she had just done the same herself? Maybe he had mis-heard, maybe he was wrong about all this. With a great act of will he pushed himself back down inside his shorts and buckled up his pants. He had to think of something else, something that wasn’t Fiona naked in a shower. He latched onto the half-packed Elven Princess costume and steadfastly focused on properly putting it back its suitcase: bodice, skirt, wings, boots, and all. When he looked up from the suitcase the shower stopped. He took a deep breath and slowly stood up. In the back of his mind thoughts turned, a decision made. He slipped off his socks and shoes, then pulled his shirt off over his head. His hands undid the buckle of his belt, hesitating for a moment in his resolution.

“Um… shower’s free…”. There she stood, wrapped only in a towel, looking at him. Her face was blushing red, as he was sure his was too. He smiled at her.

“Yea.. thanks. You... feeling better?” He stepped close to her, smelling her clean scent and feeling the steam on the air. He began to unbutton his pants as he passed her, but made no move to close the bathroom door. Perhaps she had wanted him to look - and he should return the favor. His back kept to the door, he pushed his pants and shorts down and stepped out of them, his hard cock bobbing. He wanted so much to know if she was watching, but knew he couldn’t look, it would break the moment - the unspoken offering. Did he hear her behind him, or was he just wishing he did?

He stepped towards the shower, realizing that her thong still lay there just outside the door. He paused to look at it, then reached inside the enclosure to turn on the water. He knew the motion turned him sideways enough that she could see his full length from the doorway, and he desperately tried to look towards the doorway from the corner of his eye without - you know - looking like he was looking. As the steam billowed from the hot water he stepped into the shower and closed the glass door. He turned towards the doorway then, the water droplets and fog of the steam a plausible if insubstantial veil, his hands going straight to his length and beginning to stroke. The memory of her topless, then of her lying on the bed, then of her pushing down her thong - he came, spurting over the glass door of the shower as a deep guttural groan rolled out of his throat as his head rocked back. His legs shook, he quivered and pulsed again, his head starting to swim. All that tension of being so close to her, of touching her, of seeing her vulnerable before him, all of it erupting from him. He staggered back into the wall his hands slowing, staring at the impressive quantity he had managed to summon from within his balls. And that he’d now have to clean up.

A few minutes later, soap and shampoo put to good use, Chris turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. With a quick glance at the doorway he grabbed a towel and dried off before wrapping it around his waist. He bent to pick up her thong, gently placing it next to some of her other things in the bathroom.

He hesitantly stepped back into the bedroom. “So, uh, what would you like for supper?”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“Yea.. thanks. You... feeling better?”

She swallowed, feeling more than a little bit not OK. he had stripped down to the waist, getting ready to shower himself. She breathed a sigh of relief that he clearly hadn’t heard her touching herself in the shower, since he had been putting away her costume, but now as he moved past her into the bathroom, she felt herself watching the way the muscles of his arms move, the way his slender, muscular chest moved… and the angle of his hips as his jeans eased downward, His cock tenting outward…

“Y..yea… I…” she started, knowing she was staring but not able to look away. He must have thought she had kept moving into the bedroom, because he kept sliding down his shorts, and soon she was staring, mouth open, at his naked ass. She had JUST brought herself to orgasm in the shower, and so her body wasn’t quite responding with deliberate arousal, just a prolonged ache between her thighs. She fell silent, not wanting him to realize that she was looking at him from the open doorway. Maybe he just didn’t close it because she had forgotten, and didn’t want her to feel bad…

Her mind went completely silent. He had turned… not much, just a tiny bit… but she could see his cock in profile. It was ramrod hard, sticking out perfectly straigh, even arching up a tiny bit… so thick and full and powerful… she had felt him last night when he was pressed against her, and in her hands… and all day she had imagined what he might look like, but… She felt herself biting her bottom lip longingly, wanting his cock to touch her body again… snuggling into her backside, or pressed to her naked tummy… or her hands… or her mouth… or...

He stepped into the shower and closed the door, and she gasped, taking a step back, her chest rising and falling as she focused on her breathing. She couldn’t see him anymore, and wanted nothing more thant to step back into the bathroom and watch him shower, see his hands sliding over his wet, soapy cock… but how could she do that to him? Until he told her to do it, she knew it wasn’t for her.

There was a moan coming from the shower. Oh, god… he was stroking himself. In the same spot where she had just cum. She reached up, running her hands through her towel-dried hair, not knowing what to do. She… needed to get dressed. Needed to normalize this. She couldn’t keep slipping into a sexual frenzy like this. They needed to TALK, but she couldn’t talk to him while she knew his thick gorgeous cock was hard from having massaged her almost naked body…

She slipped off her towel, hanging it over the back of the chair for now until he was done. She unzipped her suitcase, quickly finding a pair of underwear and a comfy cotton bra and pulling them on. She tried not to think about the sound of the shower, or to wonder if he had cum yet, or if he was still hard. She found a nice pair of distressed jeans, and slipped into them. She didn’t want to just wear a tee shirt, but she also didn’t want to look like she was trying to dress up, so instead she found a nice baggy sweater that she could wear off the shoulder. If she wore heels, then this would be a decent outfit. She chose her heels, but before she could put on her sweater, she needed to get her makeup done. Chris had been looking at her with her elfin makeup all day, so she opted for something much less showy… instead, she just used a little concealer, a very small bit of eyeliner, and a nude lip. She wanted him to see HER, not her makeup. She finished, and found a simple headband so she could wear her hair back without tying it. She stood up, closing her kit, and was reaching for her sweater when she heard a voice from behind her.

“So, uh, what would you like for supper?”

She turned, looking at him. His hair was down and wet, draping over his muscular shoulders, his trim stomach and hips standing out as his towel was wrapped around him below his natural waist, letting the structured shape of his body stand out. God, she had seen him a million times, why all of a sudden was it so impossible to look at his body without feeling so hot she wanted to strip naked for him? It was like she had suddenly unlocked something in her that NEEDED to please him.

She blinked, realizing she was standing in front of him without her top on. She pulled it up over her head, and used those few moments as she pulled it down over her to get her head straight. “Well… a few restaurants across the street from the convention center, did you see those? We could do that fancy-looking tapas place…” She pulled the sweater down over her head, tugging it into place with one shoulder exposed, smiling at him “There was also that taco place, which I know would usually be the place to go, but I bet there’s a lot of convention people there right now. What do you think?”

She exhaled, trying to stay fun and normal, and not let his nakedness get to her.

 

[GirlWatch]

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A couple months ago Chris would have turned away if Fiona was in a bra. A month ago he would have pretended it wasn’t a big deal while trying to secretly see all he could of her. Today he had been able to see what she looked like without the bra. Now he still wasn’t looking away at seeing how she filled out the simple bra, though without quite the lust that might have been in his eyes before.

“Well… a few restaurants across the street from the convention center, did you see those? We could do that fancy-looking tapas place…. There was also that taco place, which I know would usually be the place to go, but I bet there’s a lot of convention people there right now. What do you think?”

Tacos was casual, fancy tapas definitely felt more like a date. His choice was easy. “Let’s do that tapas place. A bit of a walk away from the conversion sounds great… as long as your legs are up for it.”

Earlier he’d have thought she would need the sink or something, but she looked ready to go. He walked past her to his stuff and opened up the top drawer to pull out a pair of boxer briefs. They seemed to be pretty casual now, and he didn’t want to hold her up, so he just pulled on the shorts underneath the towel. He pulled off the towel and leaned over, using it to dry off the longer strands of his hair that were still wet. It did feel weird to only be wearing shorts in front of her, but in a really good way. He liked that she could look at him, and after his massive burst in the shower at least his cock wasn’t going to get so hard and big as to bust out of his shorts for a while.

He straightened up and turned sideways to her as he pulled on a clean pair of pants, grabbed a belt and ran it through his belt loops. He pulled out a t-shirt emblazoned with both the English and Japanese logos of the “Vengeance of the White Willow” manga whose naginata-wielding heroine had been represented at least twice that he’d seen amongst the cosplayers today. He pulled the shirt over his head, then started to secure back his ponytail with an elastic.

“You know, we could Uber it if you don’t feel like a walk.” He smiled at her as he pulled on socks and shoes.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“Let’s do that tapas place. A bit of a walk away from the conversion sounds great… as long as your legs are up for it.”

She grinned, watching him get dressed. She had kind of hoped he would say that… they would have a great time getting tacos together, of course, but the idea of going to a fancy place and sitting down across from him at a table with a candle… the whole IDEA of it gave her a little thrill. When he pulled up his underwear under his towel she could see more of his thighs than she had before, and she really loved what she saw… they were slender but firm… all of him had a very distinct wiry muscles that she KNEW was capable of some real power. She usually dated athletes, and they tended to have such meaty bodies. Chris’s compact frame just struck her as being so efficient and…

She exhaled, turning away from him as he pulled on his pants, realizing exactly what his body would be good for. She sat on the bed as he dressed… he was a guy, it would only take a matter of moments.

“You know, we could Uber it if you don’t feel like a walk.”

She grinned at him for being so thoughtful. She was much more comfy than she’d been all day, and she just couldn’t wait to get out and stretch her legs a little. Her heels weren’t exactly the most sensible shoes she owned… in point of fact they were pretty tall. But she really didn’t have a problem on heels; she was pretty tiny and had lots of practice. It was totally worth it to look great for him. Still, as fun as being able to stretch a bit would be, just the idea that Chris was thinking about her and looking to take care of her, even now… It just made her heart swell in her chest.

“Yea…” she said softly as he stood up, finally dressed. “That would be really amazing, Chris.”

She watched him slide his phone open and order their ride, just sitting there and loving the fact that she was so lucky to have him. They had so much to talk about, and lord knew what their relationship would be tomorrow, but she was jut overcome by the feeling that she wanted to do whatever it took to show him how grateful she was for him. It would make her so happy to continue to be the medium he used for his artwork, and she would work very hard to be the best muse she possibly could be. As he finished, she stood up, and took his arm, and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek before she followed him out the door, clinging to his side, happily.

The lobby was much more full at this point, but they were able to just walk right through, since she was out of costume. At least one person recognized her as the girl with the wings, which was pretty thrilling… neither of them had cards on them, but the girl promised she’d remember the name of the website. The uber was waiting outside, and Fiona got a little thrill from holding Chris’s hand as he helped her into the car, feeling like they really were on a date.

Well… weren’t they? How was this anything BUT a date? She scooted herself into her seat, buckling herself in as Chris gave the directions to the driver. It was all very… it just felt natural, to give all of the control over to him like this. With other guys she would have resented the presumption, but there was no presumption with Chris. This was simply him taking care of her. As he got into his seat and the car took off she looked up at him, her eyes big and grateful.

“We should probably talk at the restaurant, huh?”