GenreCon Nights (closed)

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“Yea… That would be really amazing, Chris.”

He smiled at her and pulled out his phone. The tapas place was easy to google and had an online table reservation form. Just as neatly, there was an Uber already on the spot. One nice thing about being at a convention center is that the drivers were probably constantly just shuttling back and forth from the lobby entrance to the nearby restaurants at this point.

“Hey cool, they’ll be ready as soon as we get downstairs. It’s like things are all lining up for us.”

He offered his arm and it was like she was anticipating it - like they were a couple. He couldn’t help beaming, and the kiss on the cheek just made it better. It seemed hard to really look back and see how they’d gone from acquaintances to casual friends to … well … whatever they were now. He felt like if he looked to closely at things it might all disappear into a mirage, so he should just enjoy each moment.

In the lobby when eyes turned to look at them, he knew they weren’t looking at the cosplayer Fiona, they were looking at the really cute woman on his arm. Well, aside from one fan who recognized her out of costume. Chris figured that was going to get more common, and on the plus side that would mean that they’d been successful in getting her face and work out there. He didn’t even know how many business cards they had gone through today; there wasn’t much left of the stack he’d shoved into his pockets.

He gave a small laugh to himself, then nudged Fiona with his elbow. “Look at the corner by that red painting.” There was a couple there, pretty clearly into each other and ignoring the world going by, but Chris also recognized them as the muscular Radioactive Man and whip-thin Fallout Boy that had been doing hilarious rounds of the floor today as well. They made as cute a couple out of costume as they had been dynamic in their live riparte. No wonder they played off of each other so well.

Chris gave a little mock bow, perhaps inspired by the playfulness of the ex-comic couple, and held Fiona’s hand as she climbed into the back of the Honda Civic. With a glance at the hatchback he realized this probably would have been easier for all their luggage than the classic taxi sedan.

“You guys were for ‘La poca luz’, right?” the lady said from the front. “Great choice. You mind my advice?” she asked as she wheeled into the traffic with a sure foot on the gas.

“Yeah sure - what do you like there?” Chris gave Fiona a smile. Often when a stranger asks if you want their advice, they’re likely to give it to you anyway.

“So paella is huge and pretty good, but you’re not likely to want to take leftovers to your hotel room, so skip it and do the Tapas Especial. You’ll get a lot of great stuff to choose from and it makes for a wonderful, long romantic meal.” She looked at Chris in the rear-view and gave him a wink. With his hand wrapped around hers, it probably looked pretty much like a typical date night to any observer. “Oh, and definitely get the fried goat cheese. And the house sangria, it’s perfect for it.”

Chris laughed. “You sound like a regular. Time for your dinner break?”

“Nah, not while there are so many people like you heading to dinner. Gotta make my rent. I’ll just think of you two having a wonderful long talk while I much my granola bars up here.”

Chris looked over at Fiona. He couldn’t deny - it really was a date with her, after all this time, wasn’t it?

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

His heart dropped. “We should talk.” had never been a sentence that was followed by anything good for Chris. But looking at her face, she seemed really happy. Like really, really happy. He tried to keep his smile up, hoping that the sudden lurch in his stomach didn’t show.

“Yeah, yeah, definitely.” He squeezed her hand just as the car gave a sudden swerve towards the curb.

“Here ya go!” their driver announced. “You two have a great night.” Chris helped Fiona out while thanking the driver. “Don’t forget the sangria!” she called as she pulled away.

A elegant young woman in a little black dress greeted them at the door and with a quick check of her list led them into the buzz of the restaurant. Still holding Fiona’s hand, Chris followed, trying not to look at the hostess’s backside - it wasn’t as nice as Fiona’s anyway.

The back of the restaurant was much quieter than the front near the bar, with lots of small booths each lit by a small light in the middle of the table. Each light looked like a unique piece of art, different from booth to booth. Their booth was a half-circle, one bench seat wrapping around allowing the occupants to either sit across from each other or sit close together and look out on the rest of the restaurant floor.

“After you” Chris nodded to Fiona.

“Your waitress will be Maria.” the hostess said. “Can I put in anything to get you started with?”

“We’ll take a pitcher of the house sangria, please?” Chris grinned at Fiona and slid in next to her.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Fiona watched Chris’s face go through at least three completely separate emotions. She recognized apprehension in there somewhere, as well as possibly some hopefulness, before he finally squeezed her hand and responded with a “Yeah, yeah, definitely.”

She knew exactly how he felt. She still was having trouble keeping up with what was happening between them. It was exciting and scary and new… but more than anything it just felt so correct. She loved putting herself in his hands so he could take care of her… The trust she had developed toward him just made it all feel natural, like they were much further along in whatever relationship was happening right now than they actually were.

She took his arm as he led her into the restaurant, and enjoyed the way he escorted her to the table. She scooted into the booth, looking up at him as he slid in beside her. She loved that they would be able to sit next to each other, this was even better than sitting across from him, as she had imagined. Plus… there was a candle at the table. She smiled up at him as he opened the menu, resting her hand on his leg as the hostess left them. “So… goat cheese and the Tapas Special?” she asked, leaning herself against him softly, just enjoying the feeling of being next to him.

It was a little bit extreme, and she knew it. Just yesterday, Chris was her best friend, and they had never had any romantic feelings for each other… She inhaled, raising her eyebrows at the thought. Really? Never? Was that really true? She shifted in her seat, taking a long look at herself. He was a wonderful friend, and she had been profoundly grateful for him, and adored working with him, and spending time with him. He had shared so much of himself with her, and she had taken it all up, embracing new hobbies that had come from him. She remembered the night she had broken up with her ex and cried into his shoulder, cradling herself to him, his strong, lanky frame supporting her and instilling her with strength and a feeling of safety. She bit her lip, thinking about that. Safety. She didn’t know why that was such a profoundly empowering sensation when it came from him. She didn’t feel particularly UNsafe away from him, she didn’t consider herself a weak or nervous person. In fact, she considered herself pretty independent and self-sufficient. So why did she feel herself melting each time he did something for her? Feel so eager to be complacent to him, or to submit to his instruction? It didn’t make SENSE, but it felt intensely fulfilling, all the same.

“So…” she started… her hand still on his thigh. “I… haven’t dated anyone in a while.” She looked up at him with a smile. “I mean… I guess you know that, huh?” She shook her head, rolling her eyes. “I mean… you know EVERYTHING.” She exhaled, leaning against his arm. “I just… I’m not sure what exactly is going on.”

 

[GirlWatch]

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“So… goat cheese and the Tapas Special?”

He put his arm around her shoulders as she leaned into him. It felt so right he didn’t even hesitate, as he was sure he would have only a day before. He gave her shoulder a light squeeze, enjoying the feel of her body close to his. Her hand on his thigh felt both comfortable and sensual; the little feelings of engorgement starting to stir his length only a few inches away from her hand.

“So…I… haven’t dated anyone in a while. I mean… I guess you know that, huh?”

He laughed softly. “Yeah … and you know that I haven’t dated anyone in even longer.”

“I mean… you know EVERYTHING.”

“I know what you’ve told me, but I’m sure there is a lot more to you. To both of us, I guess.” He gave her another little squeeze as she exhaled and seemed to melt into him more. “I just… I’m not sure what exactly is going on.”

“Yeah, it’s ... uh, not like just hitting it off with someone you met in class or at a party, huh?” He smiled down at her. “But it feels right, doesn’t it?”

They were interrupted as a young woman with braided black hair came up to their table carrying a platter with a pitcher of sangria. “Hi there, my name’s Maria and I’ll be serving you tonight.” She set down two glasses in front of them and began filling them with sangria. “Have you dined with us before?”

“No, but we’ve heard good things.” His voice shifted from the soft voice that he had been using to a stronger, more conversational tone. “We’d like the Tapas Especial, please, and we’d like to start with the fried goat cheese.”

“That’s great.” She had the bright tone of many a customer service professional, though not so loud as to disturb the range of booths around them. “The main list of both hot and cold tapas is there on the menu, plus there is a number of specials on the blackboard over there.” She turned and pointed to list done in brightly colored chalk across the room from them. “Is there anything you’d like to have lined up for after the goat cheese?”

Chris glanced down at the list. “Sure, how about the cheese and game sausage plate from the cold menu.” He looked over to Fiona. “That sound good to you? Anything catch your eye?”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“Yeah, it’s ... uh, not like just hitting it off with someone you met in class or at a party, huh?”

She shook her head softly. She had always taken dating to be something you did seperate from the people you knew socially. A lot of the kids in the theater department dated each other… it was actually often pretty incenstuous, the way everyone seemed to be everyone else’s ex. Since high school, she had always fallen for big jock guys. She had always just assumed that she had a weakness for them, but at some point, if she was honest with herself, they all seemed to essentially be the same person over and over. Why had she continued to look there for dates, then? Chris had been right there the whole time, supporting and caring for her, and making her laugh. She looked up at him...

“But it feels right, doesn’t it?”

A little part of her melted inside her chest as she nodded. “yea.. “ she said in a soft whisper…

“Hi there, my name’s Maria and I’ll be serving you tonight.”

Fiona felt a sudden surge of adrenaline. She looked up at the waitress, and immediately felt embarrassed for her reaction. Thankfully, Chris was as awesome as ever, taking the reigns to interact with the server, who seemed like a perfectly nice, confident woman just doing her job. But lord; what was up with the feeling Fiona had experienced when she heard the waitress’s voice? She had NEVER had her hackles raised like that against another woman. It was as if a competitive streak that she didn’t even know she had had suddenly clawed it’s way out of her. She glanced at Chris, and up at the waitress again, and realized that she’d never been as close to any guy she’d ever dated in her life. Chris was her BEST friend, and the overriding feeling she’d been experienceing all day, the feeling that was driving her to wonder just what sleeping next to him tonight would be like… was the feeling of being possessed by him. It was giving her a flush of excitement she’d never quite felt before, and she had a LOT of work to do to try to figure out just what that meant.

“Sure, how about the cheese and game sausage plate from the cold menu.” Chris was saying, before he looked down at her again “That sound good to you? Anything catch your eye?”

She smiled, looking up at the waitress politely. “Um… is there anything vegtable-y on the menu that you like?” She asked, not having really looked at it because she was too busy looking at him.

“The crispy brussel sprouts are really good, they come with a chipotle aioli that I really like. There’s also a deep-fried squash blossom.”

She looked up at Chris again. It felt intensely odd to WANT to speak through him. She had asked the waitress a question because it would have been insane to ask him to ask for her…. But now that she had her answer, the most comforting version of ordering seemed to be to tell HIM. Somehow, she loved the idea of it. “Can we get those?” She asked him. It wasn’t like he was somehow the breadwinner between them… they had pooled their money for the trip. But it felt like something she would say if she was his, and she nuzzled herself into him as she said it, her hand caressing his thigh a little higher.

Oh… she bit her lip, trying not to react when she discovered how hard he was.

 

[GirlWatch]

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“Can we get those?” Fiona’s tone was different from what he was used to. Softer, less assertive, but combined with how she was leaning into him it was incredibly sexy. The way she was looking up at him stirred his cock even more, which started to get a little uncomfortable as his length was a little caught up in the folds of his shorts and pants. Normally he’d try to find a discreet way to straighten himself either up towards his belt or down his pants leg, but Fiona was right there… and then her hand grazed over his tangled length.

“Yeah sure we’ll …” He had to catch himself as the sensation of her fingers on him surged through him. He smiled awkwardly, looking straight at the waitress. Did she notice Fiona’s hand? “... let’s just add both of them into the order.” He folded up the menu and handed it back to her, hoping it wasn’t too obvious. He was surprised how arousing it was to have the not at all unattractive waitress looking right at him right now, but he also really wanted to be able to turn all of his attention to Fiona.

“Yeah, that’ll be it for right now, thanks.” The words came out a bit more dismissive than he intended, and his smile twitched a bit. As soon as Maria turned, Chris’s eyes were on Fiona’s with an intensity there comparable to earlier when he’d walked past her into the bathroom. He let out a long sigh, then dropped his hand down over hers and gently slid her hand away from his cock.

“Where were we? I mean, I feel like things have moved so fast." He looked away from her for a moment. "I don't mean that in a bad way, not at all, it's like incredible ... just incredible." He looked back at her. "You... you know I've had a thing for you for a long time, right?" His hand squeezed over hers. "But these past months have been great in a way I never could have expected. Making things with you, figuring out the concepts for the con .... it's been amazing."

"Today... today has been intense." His hand on hers was nervous, his heart pounding. "Are you... okay with it all?"

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Chris was moving her hand away from his erection? Granted, she hadn’t MEANT to put her hand there, but, what did that mean? She looked up at him, confused, hoping this didn’t mean that the whole thing was collapsing before she really had a chance to understand it… she tried to just look up at him without expectation, but found she couldn’t help but hold her breath.

“Where were we?”

She laughed. She didn’t mean to… but… it was all just so ODD. “I think we were just agreeing that this is weird, but that it feels right?” She said softly.

“I mean, I feel like things have moved so fast." he said, glancing away from her.

She bit her lip. Yea… yea they have… but… was that really so bad?

"I don't mean that in a bad way, not at all, it's like incredible ... just incredible."

She exhaled the breath she had been holding.

"You... you know I've had a thing for you for a long time, right?" he said, sliding his hand over hers.

She turned her hand under his, entwining her fingers with his. “I… I guess? I mean, maybe I did somehow, but… it just… it felt out of reach? Like it was a pretend part of who we were, and the real part was us being friends?”

"But these past months have been great in a way I never could have expected.” He continued, making her blush. “Making things with you, figuring out the concepts for the con .... it's been amazing."

She nodded eagerly. “I KNOW! It’s like, I have so much fun with you, and I… I really TRUST you.” She squeezed his hand in hers. “That’s the thing that keeps really getting me is… I just keep feeling like, I love the feeling of just giving up my concern over things and letting you take control?” She blinked, scrunching her face, wondering if she was explaining it correctly. “I don’t, really get what it is, but… I feel so safe and happy when I trust you, because I know that i CAN trust you?” She shook her head, looking down at their hands. “I’m… I’m saying everything wrong…”

He seemed to understand. "Today... today has been intense." He said, squeezing her hand. "Are you... okay with it all?"

She looked up at him, smiling again. “I mean, with YOU, absolutely.” She said, rubbing her nose. “I feel like… I mean, when I dated guys before, they were just ‘boyfriends’, you know? Not friends? Like… it was always this other thing in my life that was separate from all the stuff I did on my own? We’d have sex, but… it was us doing things HE wanted and I’d just do it because that was what sex was? But now… I mean, I say it a lot Chris, but I really mean it; you’re my BEST friend. I’ve never had more fun with anyone than I have with you. I don’t… really know what it’s going to be like. I really, really want to try, though.”

She turned and leaned her head against his shoulder, keeping his hand in hers as she pulled it onto her lap. “I don’t… know how fast I’m comfortable going, but I feel like it’s safe to just let you have me, because I know you’ll take care of me?” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head against his shoulder. “I don’t mean, like… in some sort of june cleaver fantasy or anything… just…”

She looked up at him from his shoulder. “It feels good to give you… like… control. And I know it’s okay.”

 

[GirlWatch]

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“I feel like… I mean, when I dated guys before, they were just ‘boyfriends’, you know? Not friends? Like… it was always this other thing in my life that was separate from all the stuff I did on my own? We’d have sex, but… it was us doing things HE wanted and I’d just do it because that was what sex was? But now… I mean, I say it a lot Chris, but I really mean it; you’re my BEST friend. I’ve never had more fun with anyone than I have with you. I don’t… really know what it’s going to be like. I really, really want to try, though.”

Chris nodded as she talked. He thought back to all the times he had been with Melissa. The times they were just hanging out had oftentimes been unremarkable, and sometimes were uncomfortable or worse. “Yeah,“ his face squirmed, not wanting to complain since she’d know he was talking about Melissa. “... Yeah I know exactly what you mean, I mean the sex could be good, sometimes it was great at all, but just being with someone. Just being with you has been .. is… a lot more fun.”

“I don’t… know how fast I’m comfortable going, but I feel like it’s safe to just let you have me, because I know you’ll take care of me? I don’t mean, like… in some sort of june cleaver fantasy or anything… just…”

Chris wrapped his arm around her, holding her close as she spoke, feeling that she was letting out something that was just for them. It warmed him deep inside, made him want to hold her closer. It felt like the entire restaurant had faded away until it was just them together on the curving booth in seat.

“It feels good to give you… like… control. And I know it’s okay.”

“Control. Is that what it was like for you earlier?” His voice was soft and intimate, his head close to hers. He felt like in this moment he could tell her anything. “I think you know, but that has to have been the most incredible, hottest moment ever.” His cock strained hard in his pants just thinking about it. “I wanted to keep going so much right then. Was that what you wanted, too? For me to take off all of your clothes and touch all of you?” His voice had taken on a new tone - the words were questions, but they were almost said as instructions.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Fiona smiled to herself as his arm slid around her. This was SO not what she had expected when she had been so intensely excited about this week. The feeling of having him hold her like this would have been completely alien, but even stranger was the intense delight she felt at his touch. You just never knew what was going to happen.

“Control.”

His voice was so very soft, but there was a firmness to it that sent a flutter down her spine. She hadn’t ever heard him speak like that before. “Is that what it was like for you earlier?”

She bit her lip, sliding her her opposite hand across her own body, and letting it rest along his leg, just next to the intensely obvious bulge of his cock. She didn’t want to be overly sexual right now; they were in public, after all. But she also couldn’t help letting him know that she knew about his erection, and that she liked that he was turned on. “Maybe…” she offered, biting her lip. “I mean, I always feel safe with you, and I trust you, and… I guess… yea. Maybe that’s part of it. It just feels good to let that be… everything.”

“I think you know, but that has to have been the most incredible, hottest moment ever. I wanted to keep going so much right then.” he said, making her blush hotly.

“Yea…” she said softly.

“Was that what you wanted, too? For me to take off all of your clothes and touch all of you?”

She swallowed. The depth of his voice in that moment was something so different. There was more to it that a simple question… and somehow it felt like her answer was going to have repercussions she didn’t understand yet. She looked up at him, hoping he understood her.

“I… don’t think I… know WHAT I want, Chris.” She said, sliding both of her hands up and over his. “I want… to keep going, I know that. I want to keep trusting you to show me what YOU want. You’re so focused on me… and keeping me safe and happy… and… I just want to let that happen, however it happens?”

She looked up, and saw the waitress approaching their table, several dishes held in her hands. She smiled, looking up at him. “But, I mean… if that was how it happened, I think that would be fun…”

The waitress smiled at them as she came to their table, and started setting down the small tapas plates, explaining them as she did so. Soon they had a whole collection of things to try. It felt like… like this was the place to be. She wasn’t sure if she had explained how she felt in a way that made sense, but she had faith in him. She was safe, and comfortable, and however he decided they were going to be… that was what she wanted too.

 

[GirlWatch]

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“I want… to keep going, I know that. I want to keep trusting you to show me what YOU want. You’re so focused on me… and keeping me safe and happy… and… I just want to let that happen, however it happens?”

Chris hearing how she trusted him made him want to glow with happiness. He was tempted to tell her, show her, what he wanted. Her words stirred his mind as much as her hand on his thigh was stirred his body. He was about to speak when she continued and the waitress approached with a tray of plates.

“But, I mean… if that was how it happened, I think that would be fun…”

Chris nodded at Maria as she set down the tapas plates, caught between wanting to reply and not wanting the stranger to hear this very personal conversation. He unwound his arm from around her, giving her one last little squeeze. “Let’s try and see what we like, we don’t have any need to rush.” He said, the look in his eyes playing with the ambiguity. He tried the fried goat cheese with honey. “Mmm, the uber lady was right, this is pretty amazing.” He worked his way alongside her in sampling the other plates, letting the simple pleasures of food and togetherness warm them both. He was glad that they could have periods of quiet between them too. The moment seemed to have passed, and it felt awkward to pick up on the intimate point.

He laid his hand down on top of hers, a smile playing on his face. “We have a lot more of the con left to go too.” What it would be like after they left their hotel room and returned to their normal lives, he couldn’t know, only what they had now.

“Remember there’s that stage makeup event tomorrow you were interested in, and I was going to check out the Prop Maker’s Panel that Dennis Martin is leading. Those should be great.” They got to talking about the panels and events coming up tomorrow while the tapas plates cleared and the sangria pitcher emptied. The lone soft light of their booth’s lamp played over them as they leaned back into the cushions of the booth. Chris’s arm found its way around Fiona, holding her softly against his side.

“Would you like to see our dessert menu?” Maria inquired, but Chris shook his head. “I think we’re all set.” Between the company, the food, and the sangria he felt very satisfied and didn’t want to overdo it.

While Maria rang up the check, Chris paged an uber driver. The air was a bit cooler, the sky crisper, and their driver was far less talkative. The whole ride, Chris’s mind spun with what would happen when they got back to their room. He didn’t want to rush things, didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but the memory of her nearly naked just a short while ago sent a thrill through him that awakened parts of him that had become far more relaxed during their dinner. He’d made up his mind by the time they got off the elevator.

“Tell you what”, he said as he swiped over the door lock, “let’s get ready for bed and pick out a movie. What do you think?”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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The rest of their meal was wonderful. They’d eaten together a million times, obviously… some of her most fun memories over the past few months were of the two of them laughing over pizza while they worked long into the night on one of their costumes. This had every bit of that; the easy fun the playfulness, the feeling of being with someone she absolutely trusted… but now there was something else, something mysterious and exciting that she didn’t understand yet but that she couldn’t wait to explore. She’d never sat like this with a date before, either, sitting next to someone instead of across from them was different, but she really liked it. All through their meal they were free to hold hands, or for her to get a small thrill when he set his hand on her thigh. The temptation was certainly there for them to get a little naughty. More than once, she felt distinctly aware of just how hard his cock was as it sat against his leg (How had she never noticed that before? Was he ALWAYS sporting an erection like that?) But it felt like it would be cheap to simply play under the table at the restaurant. Whatever was going to happen, it felt like it was something precious that deserved it’s own time and place.

They talked about the convention, and Chris reminded her of a few events she was looking forward to. Obviously there were a few crafting events, but she was especially excited to see the panel for one of her favorite cartoons, Lightning Bubblegum Unicorn Princess. The entire voice cast was going to be there and read an episode. Chris hated the show, but he was sweet enough to encourage her to go.

“Well, if we’re going to wind up going in different directions tomorrow, maybe the smartest thing would be for me to wear the OmniGirl costume?” She said, reaching over to his plate with her fork to cut away a small piece of the roasted game hen. “There are some complex bits, but for the most part it’s pretty self-contained?”

They talked a bit more about costume plans, and the familiarity of it was soothing. There might be something big and exciting happening between them, but they were friends first, and their mutual love for their work made her feel intensely, warmly happy. As they wrapped up their meal and headed out of the building Fiona found herself snuggling into Chris’s side, adoring the fact that she could express her delight at having him in her life in this new, wonderfully exciting way.

They rode in their uber in relative silence, but there was nothing uncomfortable about it… they were content just to sit together and hold hands. As they went back up to their hotel room she found that she wasn’t a mess of excited butterflies, she was just happy.

“Tell you what, let’s get ready for bed and pick out a movie. What do you think?”

She smiled at him as she sat on the bed, reaching down to remove her shoes. “That sounds perfect… she said softly, looking around the room. She could probably just change right here in front of him now, if she really wanted to… whatever propriety there was that made it so necessary for her to put a door between them when she took her clothes off was all but gone now. Still, she didn’t want him to feel pressured as if some sort of sexual interaction was REQUIRED. Honestly, she was happy simply being with him. Maybe it was best if she simply behaved normally. If he wanted to do anything, then it should be him to move to make it happen. She liked that, it felt like yet another way she could give over control to him.

She stood up, and went to her drawer, finding a green striped tank top and another pair of her panties. “I’ll be right back.” she said, resting her hand on his arm and leaning up to kiss his cheek before she stepped into the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. She found her makeup remover and gently scrubbed her face, following it with a little bit of lotion, rubbing it into her face, and then into the rest of her body to make sure her skin was soft. She bit her lip, looking at herself in the mirror. They weren’t DEFINITELY going to do anything, she told herself, but she could feel the throbbing readiness inside at the very real possibility that they MIGHT. She tugged on her cookie monster panties and tugging her tank top over her arms and down to her tummy, pulling her hair out, and turning briefly, inspecting herself from every angle before she took a deep breath and opened the door, smiling as she saw him turn to look at her.

She just stood there, letting him look for a long minute.

“What movie do you want to watch?” she asked.

 

[GirlWatch]

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“I’ll be right back.”

It was just a little kiss on the cheek, but it felt like a lot more than that. Another reassurance that all of this felt right. He watched her step through into the bathroom, and we was pretty sure he didn’t see pyjamas like last night - was he right that she was just going to wear underwear? That made his mind race.

He shook his head to try to clear his daydreaming and started rustling through his drawers, trying to think of what would be the right thing. If she was just going to wear that then… oh, why not. He stripped off his clothes, gave them a quick fold, and put them over with the other dirties. He was very aware of how his half-hard cock swung as he moved, and idly gave it a stroke with one hand. Would she touch him again tonight? His hand slid over his growing length, the soft skin warming more as he grew harder at the thought. What would she think if she saw his full length? Would it make her shy away? He couldn’t change it, but he knew really mattered to some women. It made him nervous, but not any less hard.

Hearing the water in the bathroom sink reminded him he couldn’t just stand here naked touching himself until she came out. He grabbed a comfy pair of black boxers and pulled them on, though it was pretty obvious how much his length tented them. Deep breath. Thinking about something to watch would help him get that erection back down again. He went over to his things and pulled out his laptop and chromecast transmitter. With a quick swap of cables on the back of the hotel TV now Chris’s chromecast was in charge, driven by his laptop.

The bed was pristinely made thanks to the maid service, so it only took a nice tug to fold things back. He climbed into the same side of the bed has he had the previous night, rearranging the pillows so he could lean against the headboard. The sheets and coverlet covered him to just above the band of his boxers, then his laptop was on top of that, completely removing any hint of the long, hard bulge underneath that refused to go away thanks to his stray thoughts of Fiona in bed alongside him.

He scrolled through the shows and movies on his laptop. After their snuggling and quiet conversation he definitely didn’t want anything filled with gunfire and explosions. Definitely not anything too sexy, he thought as he scrolled past an innocuously named subfolder containing his favorites for when he was alone and horny. Perhaps an adventure fantasy? His eye caught on one that had inspired the first full costume he’d helped her with: “Brightest Sun, Deepest Moon” . The subtitled Japanese cult-favorite seemed to just fit. They hadn’t watched it since forever, it seemed. He queued it up just as he heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey there”, he turned towards her, a smile on his face knowing that she’d love the choice. Then his attention just broke before he could say anything more. He couldn’t help staring. He’d seen her topless in a thong just earlier today, but still… he loved looking at her. The way the stripes of her tank top curved over her breasts, the snug fit of her panties. The cookie monster print made him smile.

“What movie do you want to watch?”

“So, you remember being over at Alex’s watching some wild import movies…” he gave a little nod at the TV. “Guess what I found and downloaded a month or so ago. I kept meaning to mention it to you, but we’ve been so busy.”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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She looked at the screen for a moment with her hands resting on her hips, trying to work out just what he was showing her. When the dawning realization hit her, she squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Oh, my GOD… I can’t believe you found this!”

She skipped over into the bed and hopped up into it, crawling over the covers. “Remember how excited I got watching this the first time!” she said as she found the top of the comforter and tugged it away from the pillow, yanking it down a bit, squirming around to wriggle down into the covers. “I thought Michiko was the coolest character I had ever seen. I’ve been trying to find this forever!”

Wriggling and squirming, her tiny body slid down into the tight little cocoon of the hotel blanket. She tugged it up to her chin, getting nice and snuggly. “Is it subtitled or dubbed?”

She grinned at his answer. He knew her so well. She scooted over toward him under the covers, and hugged him, nuzzling her nose into his shoulder. “You’re so awesome, Chris.” she said sweetly, meaning every word of it. He wasn’t doing any of this because he was trying to ‘get with’ her, like practically any other guy might have done. He had downloaded the movie for her when they were just pals. She was finally coming to terms with the fact that she had ALWAYS had a deep, comfortable love for him in her heart, but just hadn’t ever let it really feel like something either of them could act on because this wasn’t what a relationship WAS, in her experience. They were frustrating back-and-forth tug of wars trying to get someone to be something kind to you and constantly having to do things you didn’t want to in an effort to EARN kindness from them. But Chris… he just radiated affection and concern, and she felt a swelling desire to do for him.

Do what? She thought to herself as she hugged his middle, feeling her knees find his and gently settle between them. It didn’t really matter. Whatever he wanted, really. He deserved it, she knew. The fact that she completely trusted him to never want her to do anything she herself didn’t already want just as much made it even easier. As warm and cuddly-comfy as being in the blanket cocoon was, she felt even better nuzzling into the warmth and safety of Chris. She felt herself more than ready to do literally anything he wanted or asked.

She looked up at him, feeling the way the softness of her own body nuzzled itself into his, the way his obvious hardness seemed to work against her own tummy… and grinned. She knew it wasn’t romantic, or sexual… but she just couldn’t make herself care. She leaned up and kissed him on the lips.

The movie was starting. She could hear the opening theme starting to play. (she had downloaded the soundtrack a while ago… she couldn’t find the movie, but she could find that.) She would turn and start watching the movie in a moment… but…

Her mouth opened softly, feeling Chris starting to deepen their kiss...

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris grinned as she squealed and jumped into the bed, thrilled by the smile on her face.

“It’s the subtitled one. I know you’d said before how terrible the English voice actors were for it, since it never really got much attention over here.”

He felt her warmth, her softness, her presence as she snuggled up next to him. As much as he wanted to not rush things, the sight of her body bouncing into bed and now the feel of her next to him … well, it was having the effect she usually had on him when he wasn’t wrapped up in a project. Wrapping an arm around her seemed so natural he didn’t even feel the awkwardness he might of at another time. He gave her a little squeeze and felt her snuggle in closer. She didn’t even shy away from what he was sure was the unmistakable feel of his erection pressing into her. He was trying not to get too worked up about how wonderful that felt when she rose up and kissed him.

Her lips on his, her body pressed against his - after that everything else really faded away. He really wouldn’t have noticed if the movie had glitched out or just stopped entirely. Every sensation was centered on her. He leaned down into her, feeling her lips part as each of his kisses grew more open, more intense. As he held her shoulders with one arm, the other slid around her and wrapped around the firm curve of her bottom, pulling her closer against him, his hardness more urgent against her belly.

When he came away from her lips there was a new intensity in his eyes. He lowered his head down to a kiss with a renewed hunger, a kiss that repeated from her lips down to her jaw until he was nuzzling his kisses on her neck. His body rolled slightly atop her, his hand moving from her bottom up her side until it found the swell of her breast. As his kisses trailed up to her ear, his hand cupped about a breast, a thumb lightly tracing over the rise of her nipple. With a light nibble on her ear, his head rose up again, his eyes looking deeply into hers.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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She loved making out, she really did. It was maybe her favorite part of being with someone. Sex was fun, of course… but making out when everything was new and uncertain and exciting was just so special… But it was never like this. She had always, every time she had made out with someone in her entire life, felt this intense pressure to move on to the next thing. To skip past making out and get to the part with the genitals.

Chris was doing that too, make no mistake, and she felt a happy throbbing in her heart at the idea of what would come next… but she could feel him loving the feeling of kissing her, and that just made her so happy. Having someone who loved making out as much as she did was something she felt like she had always missed out on. He rolled himself up and over her, and she whimpered softly into his mouth, loving how overwhelmed she suddenly felt by him. His slender, powerful body loomed over her… the freshly-showered smell of him filling her nostrils. She squirmed up into him. She was so very aware of the softness of her own body in contrast with the rigid firmness of his lean muscles… She had a flash of self doubt that always seemed to creep up whenever she was doing this with someone, but it quickly melted away… she knew how Chris felt, knew what he liked… and she swelled with excitement at the idea that she KNEW he found her sexy…

His hands were on her. She cooed into the kiss, arcing herself up into his hands. She had never done it like this; no attempt to decide where her limits were, or what she intended to do. She HAD limits, she knew that. This was so early for them, no matter how close they were. But she absolutely trusted him. He would never hurt her, and she felt so profoundly, warmly safe with him. She could just let go, let him do as he would… she could just drift back in the sensations of him, of his body, his hands, his mouth…

He pulled her closer into him, his hand on her nipple through her shirt. They were wearing so very little, she could feel the thick bulge of him pressing into her, making her writhe against him. He was SO thick. Her hands were on him now, drifting down his taut hip, over the silky material of her boxers…

She looked up at him with a grin, her eyes darting back and forth between his as her tiny fingertips slipped over the firm ridge of his shaft through his boxers, scooting her hips to the side a bit as she slowly slid further down, cradling his thickness in her soft tiny hand. She bit her lip, her eyes questioning.

“Is this okay?”

 

[GirlWatch]

Chris’s mouth opened in surprise as her fingers explored his boxers, his cock twitching and growing even harder at her touch. The lustful part of him yearned to rock his hips forward, to push himself into her hand, but the thinking part of him wanted to make sure things moved along at a rate she was comfortable with. He had wanted to feel her touch again, that confirmation that the previous night hadn’t just been a mistake.

“This is wonderful.”

He leaned down, kissing her again, his lips brushing over hers, their mouths opening to each other. He let more of his weight bear on her, carrying the pressure and intensity he felt. The feel of her breast in his hand was intoxicating, to finally touch and stroke those breasts that he had been admiring for so long, while desperately hoping that she didn’t notice his peeks. He loved the soft firmness of her breast, but it was her nipple that he couldn’t help but want to play with and tease with his fingers. The material of her top gave the illusion of separation, even as his fingertips tested the feel of what was beneath. He longed for when he might pull that fabric away, see her breast again with the knowledge that she wanted him to see it, that she wanted him to touch her.

He leaned back, letting their lips part, his eyes looked into hers. He took her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently, watching her react. His breath was nervous, worried that she wouldn’t like his little playfulness… but she seemed to enjoy it almost as much as he did. Encouraged, his fingers released her and began to trace a lazy spiral outward around her breast, before trailing down to her side and her bare abdomen. He had to know if she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

“And this?” His fingers slid over the thin material of her panties, feeling the gentle way it yielded to his touch, sliding softly over her skin… pausing just above where he was sure he would find her sex.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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“This is wonderful.”

Fiona whimpered, feeling a warm, unhurried little shudder expand inside her. Her body squirmed under him, feeling the power of his arm next to her as it held him over her, her fingers curling eagerly as she slid her hands down over the front of his boxers, exploring him, feeling the way the soft material slid over him, learning more about his shape, his thickness, his curve…

He moved to kiss her, and she closed her eyes, swelling at the feel of him… she loved the texture of his face against hers, with the rough day’s growth of his beard pleasantly coarse, contrasting with the intimate softness of his mouth… his tongue finding hers, moving so delicately inside her mouth but unrelenting...

Her eyes were closed, so she didn’t realize he was reaching for her breast until she felt his hand close over her, giving her a small surprise… she felt her chest rise and fall under him as her breath trembled inside her. He had touched her before, today especially, but it had always been about her costumes. It was part of the art they made together. But… as she felt her body curl under him, her own hand swirling around his thick cock through his boxers, she couldn’t help herself from thinking that in some way… they were STILL making art together. The idea did something to her… a swelling warmth blossoming between her legs. As his hand explored her breast, she felt her whole body unfolding to him, and the way he was so excited to touch her…

He moved back, away from her, and she felt her breath rushing into her as she looked up at him, feeling like she had never really seen him before. She had always known he was handsome, but the prevailing feeling right now was that he was handsome… and HERS. She always loved the way he was so devoted to her, but now her whole body vibrated in delight at it. She felt her heart pounding inside her as his hand moved over her, feeling the softness of her body… and all she wanted was for him to keep touching her… keep making her his…

Her fingers slipped upward, finding the edge of his boxers and reaching in, eagerly finding him again, wrapping her tiny fingers around him, biting her lip… he was so thick, and hard, and powerful...

He seemed to know what she wanted, exploring her stomach her hip… her own hand clutching him through his boxers, stroking him more and more eagerly as his hand moved closer to her panties, caressing her smooth skin through the soft cotton...she whimpered as his fingers lingered teasingly at the cusp of her sex…

“And this?”

His voice was so gentle as he looked down at her. She just couldn’t. She turned her hand to begin to stroke him in earnest, her other hand slipping from his arm and moving between her own legs, tugging the front of her panties down, exposing her naked skin to his hand, inviting him to touch her as she nodded eagerly. “Oh my god chris… please touch me…” She cooed, her fingertips finding his, pulling his hand down, squeezing his hand between her thighs...

 

[GirlWatch]

“Oh my god Chris… please touch me…”

Chris’s heart was racing. A month ago hearing Fiona say those words would have been something that he only could have fantasized about as he masturbated. Now it was her fingers stroking his cock, her body so close to his, her thighs around his hand. He felt the tension ripple through his cock, the eager need and sensation, so much more full and vibrant that when it was just his own hands wrapped around him. His hip was pressed into the curve of her hip, soft and yet firm, just as he’d always admired it. One breast was pressed against him, the other’s nipple still visibly pushing against her thin top from when he’d touched her. She was so close, so close like he had only ever imagined, and so open before him.

His fingers slid along her smooth skin, feeling the heat and the softness of her labia. He looked into her eyes as he stroked up and down her from bottom to the nub of her clit. Moisture on his fingertip enticed him, thrilled him to think that she was wet for him, and on the next stroke down and up he let his finger slide inside her, bringing that wetness up to her clit. Slowly he made circles, rubbing that wetness over that most wonderfully sensitive place. His mind flashed back to dinner, to their conversation about control … was she asking to surrender that control now? The thought made his heart surge and his cock ache.

His wet fingertip teased up and down her as he looked deep into her eyes. He wanted to be gentle at first, to explore, to understand everything he could about what would please her, what would make her gasp, what would make her call out.

“Let me hear you.” Unconsciously, his hips were grinding into her hands, into her hip, in time with his slow strokes on her sex, his cock’s veins standing out as he got ever harder and hotter. As he pushed against her, his finger exploring her, an unbidden low grunt came from deep within him.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Fiona’s eyes watered delicately and her face shuddered helplessly. It was the fingers carefully circling her softness, her small hips trembling as she felt her legs wrap around Chris’s.

That was what made this so different, so intense. She Looked down at the thin taut muscles of his arm as it disappeared between them, her mind vividly recalling all the small intricate details of the work he had done with his hands, the intensely capable craftsmanship he had produced for her. She looked to her side where his other hand suspending his body over her, and the soft interplay of his bicep and his shoulder muscles as he writhed over her, reacting to her fingertips cradling and caressing him through the soft fabric of his boxers, remembering how endlessly strong he was, and how safe she felt with him.

And she looked up, and saw his face, looking down at her with concerned focus, so dedicated to making her feel good as he touched her. HE was touching her. Chris. Not some guy she had felt a small attraction too and gone on a few dates with… it was her BEST friend. A person she always felt happy with, laughed with, who cared for her in a way no one else did… she felt her entire body release a collective sigh at the feeling of him looking at her like this…

While one hand snugly cradled him behind his neck as she looked up at him adoringly, the other lay down alongside his, reaching between their bodies as they both fondled each other. While his strong, delicate fingers explored her, circling and caressing. Making her squirm in delight, she had her hand placed downward over the front of his boxers, the tips just lightly touching his balls , his thickness lying along the center of her small palm, her thumb curling inward a bit, wrapping around him. It felt like it was a upside down, but it also felt so good as she just stroked and caressed him, the head of his cock nuzzling somewhere along her wrist as she gently curled her fingers and stroked his shaft, feeling him twitching powerfully in her hands, noticing the little tremors in his body as he reacted to the way she massaged him…

He did something… she wasn't sure what… to her, and it made her whimper outwardly, cooing, closing her eyes and curling her whole body in bliss as he continued to touch her.

“Oh my god Chris… “ she muttered…. It was too much. The sensations were swirling in her head, and a million tiny details flooded her. Her brain was on fire, but it was also so at peace. There was no concern here, no element of ‘hoping it worked out’. She trusted him completely… and that feeling made her swell. She slid her hand up, along his tight stomach, her fingertips trailing his elastic band, and then slipped inside, and down over the fur of his pubes… and wrapped eagerly around his cock. Oh GOD he was big. She hadn’t seen him yet but… Her lip trembled at the thought of everything that she... Might… someday...

She felt him shiver as he touched her, and she bit her lip, loving that she could make him feel good. She WANTED him to feel good. His cock throbbed in her hand, and she felt a pool of precum start to dribble down her wrist. She realized that… if she took very good care of him… he might… she rolled her hand over his cockhead briefly getting her fingers nice and gooey with his precum. And started to stroke him vigorously. Feeling the supple flesh of his cock slide slickly through her hand.

She leaned up and kissed him, curling the fingers wrapped around his neck into his hair, pulling him down to her as she sat up, tasting his mouth, feeling the softness of his skin, the coarseness of his evening beard…. She wrapped her fingers around him and started to stroke him eagerly, parting her mouth, finding his tongue, pulling it into her yearningly. His cock twitched excitedly in her hand… making her squirm in excitement, whimpering happily at the thought of of what was about to happen...

 

[GirlWatch]

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Chris gasped lustily as her hand wrapped about him, her fingers stroking up and down him. The sounds she was making were intoxicating, the whole experience feeling like it was a tumbling, rushing flow of erotic emotions. His fingers stroked up and down her soft folds, loving the way it made her whimper and squirm at his touch. As her body moved beneath him, his hips thrust and rolled to push his cock deeper into the embrace of her hand.

When Fiona reached up and pulled him into a kiss it swept him away. A kiss can be a light thing, a fond or adoring gesture, or it can be an expression of passion. Chris wasn’t used to the kind of passion that can be put into a kiss, much less when it is combined with the hot, entwining intimacy that he felt with Fiona. It felt like she was inviting him in, urging him in, pulling in his tongue to her mouth. His fingers were in her hot, wet sex even as his mouth was on hers. It seemed the impossible and unattainable thing was about to happen, that his aching cock would be invited, urged even, deep inside of Fiona.

That thought, that realization, as their bodies ground together seemed to explode inside of him. With an involuntary grunt he drove him against her, through the firm grip of her fingers, and his orgasm rose suddenly through him. By the time his mind could cry out “No!” it was too late and his cum was erupting out all over her hand, her belly, and her top. His eyes closed as he groaned into her mouth, leaning all the more fiercely into her lips as his hips surged against her again, sending another wave out him. His fingers amongst her folks froze, as all of his attention was caught up in that moment, his other arm pulling her close to him as each wave became more feeble.

His head pulled back from her, full of embarrassment and apology through his post-orgasmic glow. “Oh God, Fiona, I’m so sorry.” He leaned away from her, the sticky mess now covering both of their stomachs. “Oh, wow, I’m sorry.”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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The sudden shift inside Chris gave her a thrill. He wasn’t just curling into her, he was thrusting into her hand. The scope of it… of him… his cock was so big, and feeling him push into her hand couldn’t help but make her imagine what it would be like thrusting… elsewhere. She shivered at the thought… bucking her hips up into his hand in time with his thrusts. Oh god, this was so good…

The sound he made when her erupted in her hand made her whimper with delight. He was so overwhelmed. By her. She had done this to him. It made her feel beautiful, sexy… powerful. But more than anything… it made her wrap herself around him, kissing him eagerly, his thick cock jumping in her grip as thick, aggressive bursts of cum quickly drenched her hand to the forearm. Oh god, she thought realizing just how MUCH he was cumming, feeling it splatter her shirt and her tummy, pooling her in her belly button. She shuddered, her entire body trembling at the sensation if it, squirming and shivering…

She felt his hand slip away from her vulva, but in truth she didn’t think she could have kept going much longer anyway. This was all so new, there was so much going on, her thoughts were crackling in her head… she’d never be able to get all the way to her orgasm like this. Instead, she felt him clutching her, and it made her melt… he was so precious…

“Oh God, Fiona, I’m so sorry.”

What?

He was pulling back, looking down at her, at the gloriously sticky mess smeared between the two of them. “Oh, wow, I’m sorry.”

Oh… oh my god, this was so cute. She bit her lip, looking up at him, her expression adoring. “Oh god Chris, don’t apologize…” she whispered, her cheeks flushing with delight. “Don’t…. It’s so…”

Words failed her. She didn’t know how to express how wonderful it was to feel him react to her like that. It wasn’t a race, or a contest… she liked climaxing but usually needed to be in just the right headspace to make it happen, and there was way too many things happening right now for her to get there. She just wanted HIM… and the fact that he gave so much to her… She felt adored. She felt cherished. How could she express that to him?

Still catching her breath, she reached up, her hand sliding around the back of his neck and pulling him down, not over her, but to her side, to his pillow. She flopped a bit, turning to face him, and nuzzled into his chest, feeling his body heat, the soft movement of his breath, the pounding of his post-orgasmic heart… her tiny hands clinging to his middle.

“That was perfect, Chris… perfect…” She muttered, her breath warm on his skin. “We have so much time for… everything....”

The movie was still playing. She loved that he had gone so out of his way to find it for her, But right now, snuggled into him, so much of her body exposed to him, smeared all over with his cum… She just wanted to fall asleep in his arms…

 

[GirlWatch]

Chris let out a long breath as she pulled herself into him. It felt so right to feel her softness, her warmth, her breath against his chest. She didn’t seem bothered at all that he had lost it and cum all over her. His heart pounded but the nervousness was flowing away. She was right, they had time, they had the whole rest of the Con together. Just the two of them, their costumes, their art … and whatever would come.

He could still feel her wetness on his fingertips, and as she rolled into him his hand came to rest on the swell of her bottom. Fiona was so amazing, he’d love to hold her tight, run his hands over her, feel that shudder in her, hear her little sounds. His hand stroked slowly over her firm cheek, now seeming so natural to touch her where he might only have desired to catch a glimpse before. He leaned his head down and kissed her on the top of the head. His eyes closed in contentment.

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When Chris awoke he found they had rolled away from each other, her bare bottom now turned towards him, her underwear still pulled down to her thighs. A warm feeling surged through him, a huge smile coming to his face. She was so cute, so wonderful… and what they’d done last night… no wonder he’d woken up with a massive erection. It was still early though, and he couldn’t imagine waking her up. He eased himself out of the bed with an apprehensive glance back to make sure she was still asleep. His boxers were already half-off, so he pushed them down before tucking them in his dirty clothes bag. Cock wagging before him, he turned and set about getting things ready for the morning. Part of him wished she’d wake up and see him naked, and what that might lead to, which only served to make his smile wider and his cock harder.

Fortunately, setting up the little hotel coffee maker was a quiet operation, so he set it to make them a fresh pot before slipping into the bathroom and gently closing the door. Between the reminiscence of the previous night and the hot water of the shower he was soon invigorated and full of energy. On any other morning such vivid images of Fiona in his mind combined with a hard cock would have led to a wonderful release in the shower, but today he actually felt like he had reason to resist that temptation. Instead, he distracted himself with thinking of the cosplay they needed to get ready.

It was the costume that was lightest on his gadgetry out of the entire lineup, instead being where he had some of the most subtle detail to match the amazing work she’d done for the sleek super-heroine costume. The two items that stuck out were the goggles and the stun-knuckles layered onto her gloves, with not much prep to do. The goggles only had a simple moving part to flick up the shades to show off her eyes, and the stun-knuckles had a small battery to power the subtle glow-plates. His head was clicking through the check-list, his mood bright, looking forward to another day in what had to be the best Con of his life.