Rosalie Kasten is out of luck and out of time. For the last two years, she's been living on borrowed time. After her involvement with the death of Edwin Pierce - Alexander Pierce's son - it's only a matter of time before Hydra comes for her.
James...
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𝐑𝛐𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 to chat with Steve for about two hours before he had to get going. Running a whole company does take a lot of time out of your day, after all. They agreed to meet up sometime later in the week, have a few drinks and relax in a calmer environment.
Somehow, with a smile, she convinced James to come with her to buy a dress. If she's flirting her way through tonight, then she needs to look her best, and that means picking the right dress. She stares at the black off-shoulder dress she's wearing, trying to figure out if it's too short or just the right amount.
"James?" She asks and flings the curtain to the side, poking out her head of the dressing room.
He's sitting on a chair outside with arms crossed over his chest and the most deadpan expression as he stares at the wall. "What?"
"Come on." She waves him over. "I need your help."
"Can't you do anythin' on your own?"
"God, shut up," she scoffs and gestures with her head.
He reluctantly gets on his feet. She goes back into the dressing room and holds up the other dress in front of herself. It's a longer beige one with a leg slit and straps. It's more casual, but that might be the way to go since everyone is usually wearing black dresses in the casino. She'll stick out more like that.
"Zip me up," she says and brushes her hair to one side.
Rosalie can see his cheeks go a little pink through the mirror, and she chuckles to herself. Her back is fully exposed, and she isn't wearing a bra. She wouldn't be surprised if he can see her thong too. Their eyes meet in the mirror, and she smiles, wondering if that tint comes whenever he's turned on. It seems like it. She'll have to keep that one in mind.
"Right," he grunts and steps closer.
She can feel the cool of his metal hand, and he places the fleshy one at the low of her back to keep her steady. Rosalie can't help but smile to herself. He changes so quickly when it comes to this sort of stuff. She hangs the other dress on the side and does a little spin after he's finished up.
"How do I look?" She sighs, smoothing down the fabric and looking over her shoulder. Her ass looks great at least.
"Uh... good," he replies while his eyes rake over her figure.
"Do you know Peter Quill?" She asks while glancing at the other dress.
"Yeah, Quill... heard about him," James says and tries to clear his throat while his eyes go to the ceiling.
"Look, as much as I hate to say this, I actually need the opinion of a man, which to my dismay, you seem to be," she sighs and slaps his bicep. "Give me a once over, Brooklyn-boy, you're allowed to, for once. Not that it's ever stopped you." She mumbles the last part.
