If Shiho hadn’t already planned that at some point in this evening this dress would be coming off and Tetsuo would be the one taking it off, she would probably have helped more with planning his outfit. Besides there’s fashionably late for a mission and suspiciously late with a bright, blissful glimmer in her eyes and a flush to her cheeks that said she’d let herself get distracted at some point in the process of getting dressed with him. Really, she thinks, she deserves a lot of credit for how tactful and good about the mission she’s being.
And she wouldn’t trade the way he looks at her when he opens the door for anything. Just that way he has of staring at her like he’d never seen anything prettier, hotter or more amazing than the sight of her all dressed up for him. She looks at him with an appreciative tilt of her head and a full-blown smile, coming closer so she can have the excuse of gently combing her fingers through his hair to get it into some semblance of order but mostly because she knows he likes her touching him like that. Her other hand comes to straighten the seam of the blazer at his shoulder even if it doesn’t need it, wanting to read the feeling he had when he’d looked at her even if he can’t speak them with words.
“That was what I was hoping would happen.”
She smiles up at him and then gives the lapel of his jacket the gentlest tug so she can steal a chaste kiss, careful not to wrinkle anything. Not yet anyway, there was plenty of time afterwards to let him take this and her entire outfit apart if he wanted.
“We’re kind of on a date tonight, after all.”
A date that was also a mission. Slipping one hand into her bag she takes out a communicator in the shape of a lapel pin and carefully puts it on him, giving it a tap as a finishing touch so the light turns on.
“If we see anyone suspicious we’re supposed to coordinate with these.”
Hers is in the shape of a slim bracelet around her wrist, “But it should be an easy mission. They just like the look of having us all here to protect them.”
And they’d never say no to an invitation to a fancy party, pay and an easy job.
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And she wouldn’t trade the way he looks at her when he opens the door for anything. Just that way he has of staring at her like he’d never seen anything prettier, hotter or more amazing than the sight of her all dressed up for him. She looks at him with an appreciative tilt of her head and a full-blown smile, coming closer so she can have the excuse of gently combing her fingers through his hair to get it into some semblance of order but mostly because she knows he likes her touching him like that. Her other hand comes to straighten the seam of the blazer at his shoulder even if it doesn’t need it, wanting to read the feeling he had when he’d looked at her even if he can’t speak them with words.
“That was what I was hoping would happen.”
She smiles up at him and then gives the lapel of his jacket the gentlest tug so she can steal a chaste kiss, careful not to wrinkle anything. Not yet anyway, there was plenty of time afterwards to let him take this and her entire outfit apart if he wanted.
“We’re kind of on a date tonight, after all.”
A date that was also a mission. Slipping one hand into her bag she takes out a communicator in the shape of a lapel pin and carefully puts it on him, giving it a tap as a finishing touch so the light turns on.
“If we see anyone suspicious we’re supposed to coordinate with these.”
Hers is in the shape of a slim bracelet around her wrist, “But it should be an easy mission. They just like the look of having us all here to protect them.”
And they’d never say no to an invitation to a fancy party, pay and an easy job.