Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Work Party, Part 1

You stared at the invitation on your counter, hands splayed on the cool marble on either side of it. The intricate design advertised an upcoming event that, left to your own devices, you wouldn't be caught dead at, but since it was the annual end-of-year party for your office, you didn't have a choice. Your high-level position included making appearances at things like these, and since this was the biggest event of the year, it was non-negotiable. A deep sigh found its way past your lips, as you were already dreading all the pointless small talk and ass-kissing that it always entailed. Your eyes trailed across the details, noting that it was at a new venue this year -- a rooftop garden on top of a high-rise -- and you felt a little glimmer of inspiration as you read the last line: "Please bring your plus one, and dress to impress!"

Plus one... Was Crosshair your plus one? Would he be scared off by the invitation? You considered how much better it would be with him there, knowing he shared your feelings about this sort of thing... and misery loves company, right? You bit your lip, pondering the pros and cons, and ultimately decided to put yourself out there. If you were going to do this thing, you were going to do it right.

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The night was here, and you smoothed the front of your dress as you got ready in your bedroom, overthinking it as usual. Normally, you'd keep it simple with the classic Little Black Dress, but you couldn't deny that you wanted to impress Crosshair. So you'd dragged Mel from store to store, enjoying her colorful commentary on all the options you'd tried, and finally settled on this sultry number.

The fabric hugged your curves and was made of some kind of shimmery smooth material with a decent amount of weight to it, so it flowed gracefully. Two thick straps could be worn on or off your shoulders, and the fitted bodice held itself up with the sweetheart neckline across your chest, accentuated with a thin piece of neatly draped fabric from one side to the other. It tightened at your waist, then flowed out into a luxurious pool of fabric that barely grazed the floor. The whole thing was a metallic dark blue, shimmering with subtle, daintily embroidered flowers, vines, and birds in silver thread. Finally, the long skirt was split with a long slit that ran up to the center of your right thigh, fabric falling in elegant folds on either side of it.

You pulled on your shoes... a strappy pair of silver high heels that you knew you'd have trouble walking in, but they just looked too good to pass up. The way they curved around your feet and gave you an extra few inches of height, shaping your calves and butt, made them worth the difficulty. You'd twisted your hair into a sleek updo, and as you assessed the final product in the mirror, felt surprisingly satisfied. It was an intriguing mix of elegant and edgy, feminine and bold. The doorbell rang as you dabbed a light touch of perfume to your cleavage, and you hurried to open it.

Crosshair. Maker above, he cleaned up well. He always looked smart, but he had taken it up a notch tonight, his strong, slender form hugged by a perfectly-fitted navy blue pinstripe suit. The buttons of the double-breasted jacket were fastened over a darker blue turtleneck, and your eyes greedily soaked in all the details -- black leather gloves complemented black leather shoes, pointy and smooth, both boasting tiny silver accents in the form of buttons or buckles. As he shifted on his feet, the light caught the silvery pinstripes of his suit, and you realized that they accented the highlights in his hair, which was actually coiffed upward and slightly to one side. You didn't realize your mouth had fallen open until your eyes returned to his face, where you were shocked to see a disarming mix of smugness and sheepishness.

"Is this acceptable?" his silken voice inquired, and you kind of wanted to rip it all off of him right then and there. Snapping your mouth shut to swallow hard, you nodded.

"We match," you realized, looking down at your own ensemble and then back to his. Your initial reaction was to roll your eyes, but the two outfits looked so incredible together that you couldn't help but feel a little excited.