Mail Tampering (Closed for GoodatBad)

[GoodatBad]

Squeezing her arms at her sides to keep her towel tucked around her body, Mila reached for her cosmetics tray to grab moisturizer. She squeezed a dollop of the cream into her palm and spread it evenly between her fingers, leaning toward the mirror to apply it to her face and neck. “I wish I could do that, honestly. That’d be so exciting.” She replied, considering Ian’s suggestion of staying long-term in her shoot destinations between jobs. Her skin properly dewy now, Mila thought about it a little further. “But then again, I think I’d miss having a homebase. Even if I don’t get home that often, I like knowing it’s here waiting for me. You know?”

She peeked at Ian as he contemplated her newest pair of unmentionables. She smiled, seeing that he was giving it actual thought instead of just saying what he figured she wanted to hear. “Well, I guess you could argue that most lingerie isn’t practical. It’s kinda like wrapping paper. Pretty decoration for the thing you really want underneath.” She shrugged a shoulder, her towel slipping slightly as she did so. She didn’t bother to fix it though, not all that affected by the idea of Ian seeing a little more than he bargained for. “Sooo,” she turned from the mirror to face her neighbor, reaching a hand up to smooth her wet, curls away from her face, “what should I wear for our little date then?”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian nodded as she spoke of the idea of a home base. Having a place he could call his own really helped settle him down and anchor him whenever he came back from the road. It seemed that was another thing they shared. "It it nice to have somewhere to escape the rat race and not feel like you have to be 'on', or worse, an inconvenience. That's how I feel when I'm at a resort; someone else picking up and cleaning up after me. Some people find it relaxing; I can't..."

Ian's voice trailed off as Mila's towel shifted when she shrugged. It slipped down a bit, really accentuating her cleavage and gapping a bit on the side. He swallowed as he saw her hip shift out and maybe a flash of something more when she turned to face him.

“What should I wear for our little date then?”

"Well, that's generous of you to let me pick." He said smiling, not mentioning that she was calling it a date. He was so happy to hear her thinking that way. He glanced side long at the lingerie set before finding her eyes again.

"I couldn't ask you to wear that under your outfit; there might be NDAs and the like about new lines they are debuting." He looked out the door toward her bedroom. "I was figuring we keep it casual since it's just pizza." He paused, smiling as he had an idea. "Do you have that crop top and jeans outfit you wore for that summer in Paris shoot from last year?" He asked, wondering if he was stepping over any boundaries with his request.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila grinned when Ian expressed how he felt about letting others tidy up his space while he was away from home. While she didn’t consider herself to be spoiled, cleaning and organizing weren’t tasks that she was fond of doing for herself. She would make her own bed, but even that wasn’t done to perfection.“I can’t say I mind having someone else clean up after me. But I do understand what you’re saying. Sometimes, it’s just really good to be home.” She nodded.

The nearly-nude brunette shrugged when Ian called her invitation to vote on her clothing generous. She was used to people telling her what to wear; it was almost habit to take someone’s opinion into consideration at least. There weren’t too many styles that were unflattering to her figure and if they were, she certainly didn’t keep those pieces in her personal wardrobe. “Well, I did pick the meal. It seems sort of fair.” She said in simple justification, eyeing him subtly as he regarded her.

“Hmm, not sure.” Mila squeezed the ends of her hair out against her towel, feeling the cool droplets of excess water against her shoulders and chest. Her bathroom floor tiles were speckled with water too, but she carefully stepped over them to approach the bathroom doorway. “If not, I’m sure I can find something similar.” She smiled at Ian as she moved toward him, then past him to walk toward her bedroom. “Gimme a sec.” Once on the other side of the threshold, her door wide open, Mila let her towel fall to the carpeted floor. She waltzed to her dresser drawers in search of undergarments to start, settling on a simple pair of cotton panties since they were keeping things casual; she neglected to grab a bra, instead moving toward her closet as she pulled her panties on one leg at a time.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

“Well, I did pick the meal. It seems sort of fair.”

Ian smiled at her reasoning. It seemed as simple as anything else and he nodded in agreement. He stepped back, rounding the corner out of the bathroom in case she wanted to finish up privately. She didn't take the opportunity, instead wringing out her hair a bit more into her towel. At least, that was what Mila tried to do. Instead, rivulets of water ran over her curves, disappearing into her cleavage. Ian could help but watch the water roll away. He wanted to be that droplet so badly, but he snapped out of it as Mila strode confidently past him, heading for the bedroom.

As if it were the most natural thing, Mila dropped the towel in full view of Ian. His eyes widened and he felt his cock throb at the sight of her from behind. Swallowing to wet his suddenly dry throat, he stood transfixed as she found some underwear and slipped it on, standing topless before her closet. Then, it hit him. This wasn't anything to do with him; Mila probably changed in front of people so often on location that she didn't even register that she was letting her neighbor she her naked. Hell, he'd seen some of the most popular performers in the world change while on tour. It was just a hazard of the trade.

Rather than slip away, Ian walked down the hall and leaned against the door jamb, ready to give advice on an outfit for dinner. He tried to play it cool, but he'd never been more excited in his life. This was different from seeing those performers changing. This was his crush of a neighbor letting him see without a worry that he might be more dangerous than he looked. It was a sign of trust and he started to believe that maybe they were closer than he admitted to himself.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila pursed her lips as she sorted through tops of various colors and lengths in her closet. Conveniently enough, a cropped top similar in design to the one she wore in her Paris shoot was one of the first tops her fingers touched. It was a wrap style, but she didn’t figure that Ian would begrudge her that detail. She smiled, peeling the top free from its hanger, then tossing the hanger behind her onto her bed, possibly flashing a bit of side boob Ian’s way. “What kind of pizza toppings do you like?” she inquired casually, slipping her arms into the sleeves of the top and peering down at her chest to tie the ends closed. “I can almost guarantee that I won’t judge your choices. Almost.”

Grinning, Mila turned away from the closet to stroll back to her dresser drawers. She pulled a pair of black denim jeans and a pair of lighter wash denim jeans, both high-waisted before turning to him to ask for input. “Which one?”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian watched as she pulled a top from her closet. It looked familiar, but he didn't know from where. He watched her slip it on and tried not to stare too much as she tied it closed in the front.

“What kind of pizza toppings do you like? I can almost guarantee that I won’t judge your choices. Almost.”

Ian chuckled. "I'm a carnivore. I'm not sure if that's something we need to worry about for you. I know meal planning and diets are how you maintain your body for work, but I hope you don't have a problem enjoying my 12 inch sausage." Ian knew it was cheesy. He knew it was a line, but if she was fine changing in front of him, he hoped she would love his bad joke one liners. After a beat, he laughed again. "Come on, admit it. You kind of walked into that one." He said laughing, testing her sense of humor.

When she turned, holding up the two pairs of jeans, Ian couldn't help but glance at her cute panties, hanging jsut right on her hips. He chewed his lip a little as he considered the two options and finally pointed at the darker pair. "Gotta go with the black. I think it's so clean on you and it goes with your top better." He explained, walking his eyes over her body a little. So far, she didn't seem to mind and he was going to take advantage until he could see more later.

 

[GoodatBad]

“Your twelve inch sausage?” Mila’s eyes narrowed in response to Ian’s quip at first. It took a moment for his innuendo to register, but she got it. She rolled her eyes in the next instance, but there was a smile on her face to suggest that she appreciated the line even though it was terrible. She took it as a good sign that Ian was loosening up around her and that made her feel good. “Did I? I’m not sure I did. For the record, I’m more of a pepperoni girl. Girthier.” She could play the game too.

She nodded at his assessment, lowering the lighter pair of jeans and turning to toss them onto the bed. “Black it is,” she agreed, bending over to step into the jeans she’d selected, her dark wet curls cascading down to conceal her face from view briefly as she worked herself into them. Standing up straight once the jeans reached her hips, she buttoned them then pulled the zipper up. “There,” she exhaled, carding her fingers through her curls and letting Ian weigh in on her final look.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian smiled as he was pleased to hear that she would be able to play along with some of his word games. Everyone in his business was always stressed; it was a skill he developed to help keep people loose on the job. It had worked so far, but it seemed a relationship killer when he left that world behind. He was glad that Mila didn't have hang-ups about it.

As she slid into the jeans he chose, he watched as they stretched enough, but stayed tight to her lithe legs. How she could move in them was a credit to years of poise from her job, most likely. As she stood there, reflexively posing a little as he took her in, he smiled as she looked like something out of a catalog.

"That really works for you." He smiled, looking around. "You'll have to pick your shoes; I'm useless in that department..." He said, glancing at her closet to see if she had an equally ridiculous section for shoes alone.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila nodded appreciatively when Ian gave the greenlight on her outfit. “Thanks and not a problem,” she laughed, taking her neighbor off the hook for picking out her shoes. Returning to the doorway of her walk-in closet, Mila pulled a simple divider curtain back to reveal 3 neat shelves of shoes. It might seem an impressive collection to some, but it paled in comparison to the dedicated shoe showrooms in a few of her model friends’ homes. Mila liked pretty things, sure, but she wasn’t that materialistic. She quickly scanned along a row of heels, having a fair idea of what she was looking for already. Deciding on a pair of nude peep-toe heels, she pulled the curtain back in place and shut her closet door behind her. Taking a seat on the edge of her bed, she looked up at Ian as she slipped her heels on.

“Feel like heading out now?”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian watched her choose her footwear. If he was honest, her collection was a lot smaller than he pictured. But, he was learning that a lot of his assumptions about his neighbor were untrue. Maybe she wasn't so far above him on a pedestal like he thought. Her jeans bent and stretched so deliciously over her legs as she slipped the heels on. It was hard not to picture her naked from the shower, moments ago, but he pushed that away, trying not to be a creep.

“Feel like heading out now?”

Ian snapped out of it when he heard the question. "Ready if you are..." He said smiling as he offered her a hand to stand up from the bed.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila smiled upon noticing Ian’s outstretched hand. She tilted her head, finding the simple gesture kind of sweet even if it didn’t mean anything. Mila scooped her cell phone off the mattress behind her and squeezed it into her back pocket. Then she placed her hand in Ian’s and stood up a little too abruptly, coming too close and bumping into Ian’s body. “Sorry,” she giggled, finding her balance and stepping back appropriately. “Obviously, I’m really excited to get this pizza in my mouth.” Keeping hold of Ian’s hand, swinging them lightly, Mila shifted to the door of her bedroom to lead him out. “Do you need to grab anything from your place before we head downstairs?” she asked, carefully stepping over her discarded sandal from earlier and gesturing for Ian to do the same as they passed through the living room.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian felt his body tingle slightly from where Mila brushed against him. Everything about that moment made him want to hold her close again, but she retreated politely and the moment passed. He kept hold of her hand, however, for as long as she held his. He smiled and turned for the door with her, walking out and avoiding the sandal.

“Do you need to grab anything from your place before we head downstairs?”

"For a night out with a model for pizza? Nah, I tend to keep things on my person at all times: hazards of the job. Never know what tool you might need, and I never know when plans may suddenly change. Heck, I've got a 'Bugout Bag' in my trunk for last-minute industry jobs" Ian wasn't sure if he was rambling; she only asked about going to his place to grab things. He kicked himself for over-sharing again, but cleared his throat as he continued.

"So, I'm pretty much good to go anytime, anywhere." he concluded, trying to bring his rambling to a point.

"Is this place in walking distance or are we driving?" He asked as they neared the door.

 

[GoodatBad]

“Oh stop it.” Mila shook her head, laughing softly at Ian when he referenced her being a model. “I’m not a model right now.” She was a model for a living, yes, but she had an identity outside of her job much like she assumed Ian also did. If Ian was hoping she’d be prim and proper all evening just because she held a somewhat high-profile job, he was going to be sorely disappointed.

“A Bugout bag?” she repeated curiously, glancing over at Ian as she fished some cash out of the drawer in her entryway table. “And that would be what?”

She tucked the pre-folded bills into one of her jeans small, front pockets then peeked at her reflection for a moment before opening the apartment door to let them out into the hall.

“Just a few blocks from here. I actually haven’t been there in a while, but I never forget a delicious bite."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian nodded. He had to break himself of his prejudices or he'd not get anywhere with Mila. So far, it was clear that he'd been wrong about her; tonight was about seeing her in a new light, he decided. He held the door open as Mila asked him about his rambling.

“A Bugout bag? And that would be what?”

Ian smiled as he turned to walk with her from her place. "It's a satchel or backpack that I've got a change of clothes, a toiletry bag, a rolled up bundle of tools, back up laptop... Really the bare essentials I'd need if I get called out onto the road unexpectedly. My old boss taught me that such a thing was essential and it's been right more times that I care to admit." Ian chatted, seeming calmer already as he could talk about his profession all night if Mila let him.

Ian was glad to hear that she had been to this place before, but a little bummed that it was close by. He was hoping for more time to idly chat with his neighbor. "So how are you going to be spending your down time this time?" Ian asked. "Surely you plan it out a bit since it comes around so rarely..."

 

[GoodatBad]

“Mm. Gotcha.” Mila nodded, now understanding what Ian was referring to since he was kind enough to explain it. It made a lot of sense for him to have a bugout bag, she decided. Perhaps her travel tote could qualify as one of those too, since it was always pre-packed for her to grab and go. She pressed the call button for the elevator when she reached it ahead of Ian, glancing back at him when he asked about her plans for her time off.

“I have no clue, actually,” she sighed. Mila pushed the button for the lobby, then relaxed against the back wall once Ian joined her inside. “When I’m working, every minute of my day is mapped out for me. Every meal, every pose, every look. So, I’m taking a break from schedules for the next few days.” She nodded her head decisively.

“I refuse to even look at my cell phone for the rest of the time that we’re together. Fair?”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian liked the sound of no schedules. Everything on the road was wound so tight as we couldn't risk not being prepared when we were in town for only one night. Maybe Mila was onto something and he leaned against the wall beside her to consider it.

“I refuse to even look at my cell phone for the rest of the time that we’re together. Fair?”

Ian smiled as she promised that he would get her undivided attention tonight. In a sign of solidarity, he pulled out his work phone and made sure she was watching as he turned it off completely. "Deal." He said proudly.

They reached the lobby and walked out onto the street. As usual, there were all manner of people coming and going on the street. "This is a great idea..." Ian confessed as they walked. "I've been meaning to do this with you for a while now and I'm glad we're taking the time." Before it got much later tonight, he had to make sure that Mila knew how much this meant to him.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila smiled when Ian one-upped her and turned his phone off altogether. Keeping to her word, she left her cell phone alone for the time being rather than look at it to turn it off too. She took in a breath of fresh air when they stepped outside of the complex, glad to be out and about for leisure purposes. “Yeah? You’ve been meaning to get pizza with me for a while?” the brunette teased, playfully squinting at Ian as they fell into a step beside one another.

“Well, I guess it’s fortunate that you found my lost package today then.”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

“Well, I guess it’s fortunate that you found my lost package today then.”

"I guess I have to tip the mail carrier a little extra this year." Ian joked as they walked along the street. After a few steps, he glanced over. He wasn't sure how Mila might feel about it, but he had to try something. Almost too casually, he reached over and gently took her hand in his as they walked. He didn't make a big deal about it; he was more interested in how Mila might react to such a gesture.

 

[GoodatBad]

"I'm sure he'd appreciate it." Mila laughed, slowing a little as they reached the curb at the end of their block. She glanced at a passing woman, admiring her earrings as the sparkle of them caught her eye. The walk sign flashed so she continued toward the crosswalk, feeling surprised when she felt Ian's hand over hers. She looked at him for a moment as they began to cross the street, ultimately smiling and swinging their hands lightly between them.

"If I didn't know any better, Ian, I'd think you were flirting with me."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"If I didn't know any better, Ian, I'd think you were flirting with me."

Ian smiled bashfully as he looked over. "That depends. Is it working? If so, then yes." He chuckled as he looked into Mila's eyes. From this close, they were strikingly beautiful. They were the right combination of colorful and radiant. He could only smile as he looked at them.

Ian forced himself to look away, taking in the city around them as they walked. "Feels good to be home..." he said, trying to change the subject in case Mila needed an out. He didn't want to presume anything yet.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila grinned, glancing ahead to navigate around the people coming toward them from the opposite side of the intersection. She looked back to Ian when it was safe to do so without bumping into someone. It was then that she noticed Ian’s intent gaze upon her face. She smiled a little wider when he broke eye contact, her skin warming. “It’s not not working,” she teased, wiggling her fingers enough that they could interlace them.

“It is good to me home..." she agreed, feeling at ease in the city, "... and it took you long enough.”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"... and it took you long enough.”

Ian looked back over at her bashfully.

"Yeah, well, I never thought you'd say yes..." he confessed. "Maybe I have a skewed vision of what your life is like, but it's hard to think that I would measure up to the men that would approach you... captains of industry, famous sportsmen... You can stop me whenever you need to set me straight..." He said, turning and looking at her as they continued down the street. As they walked, Ian could help but notice that she hadn't taken her hand back yet.