Safe and sound - technobladexreader

Eight

(Technos Pov)
It had been nearly two months since Aphrodite started living with me and Phil. Although very little had happened in that amount of time, I felt like my life had shifted a little. She brought something to the table no one else could.

I admired her, I had to say it. Everything she did was with such uncertainty but she always managed to bring it 100%. She was talented, skillful even but she lacked self-worth. But she was open about that.

"Hey techno!" I heard her shout from the fire place. I walked down the stair case towards her. She stood in the middle of the room, proud and tall. "What do you think?" She asked as she spun on her hills. I folded my arms leaning against the door frame as I watched her.

When she turned back to face me a smile was plastered on her face. I didn't reply. I looked her up and down taking in what she was showing off. She'd been working on a new outfit considering she was bored of wearing mine.

She stood in the middle of the room, her outfit was mainly made out of leather. She wore my t-shirt under a dark red corset, that had a black leather belt connect to it.

She was wearing tight black leather pants that clung to her skin, making her body shape flattering, I knew she wasn't a fan of it but she did well showing it off.  

Her trousers were meet by red leather boots, they stretched up her legs just below her knees connecting to a peice of black leather that wrapped around her leg on top of the trousers.

She pulled at the back of my shirt to show a hood she had made, it covered her face well.  A small cold chain circled the hood, it looked like a little crown.
Connected to the hood was a long red cape, like the one I wore. If I was being honest I had no idea how she got into the outfit in the first place but she was stunning.

"Well? Too much?" She asked.

"It's...wow." I stuttered.

(your pov)

I had spent most of the day creating a new outfit. All my old ones were burned, ripped, stained or just unbearable anymore. I had nothing to be proud of, show myself off in. Although I hadn't planned on getting into any fights I wanted to look good if I did.

I couldn't lie about my inspiration, the only fabric I had laying around was leather and technos. It was inevitable that my outfit was going to be a female copy of his. But I didn't mind to much. I began to work, tearing peices of fabric apart, sewing them back together again the way I wanted.
It took me nearly all day of pinning and hard work to create the perfect outfit for me. I had so many cuts on my fingers I began to stop noticing.

Once I had finished I decided to try it on, everything fitted so well and I was deeply in love with what I had made. Before I could think I shouted.

"TECHNO!" I screamed through the house. I tried to make sure my voice wasn't worrying and more happy. It worked as techno strolled into the living room. He folded his arms as he lent against the door frame.

I did a little spin for him extremely proud of my work. However he didn't say a word. I stopped to look at him, his eyes were wandering my body taking in the outfit. I got nervous so spun again before speaking.

"Well...too much?"

"It's wow...." Techno stuttered. I laughed shyly at the flustered God infront of me.

"I'm sorry it looks like yours. I didn't have much to work with-" I began to ramble but techno cut me off by coming and standing right in front of me.

"I love it Aphrodite. It's very fitting to your personality." He said as he placed his hands on my shoulders. It reminded me to breathe as he stared down at me. "Come on." He said as he let go walking towards the door.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I followed him without question.

"To show off your new outfit." He said smiling over his shoulder to me. I blushed as he picked up his robe and backpack off the floor by the front door.