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new dress - swiss x aurora

aurora's showing swiss the pretty new dress she bought for herself, twirling around in circles and letting the bottom fan out, pretending she's marilyn monroe from the pictures she's seen in old hollywood magazines. she looks so pretty in it. smooth, shiny black satin and a tiny little bow right above the swell of her breasts. if you look hard enough there's a very faint cheetah pattern hidden in the black. almost invisible. the bottom hem stops high on her thighs, almost too short to wear out, but that's never been a problem before so why would it be one now?

swiss is doing a good job of keeping his hands to himself as he sits back comfortably against the headboard of his bed. neither of them expected he would be able to control himself, but he simply doesn't want to ruin the serene moment they're sharing and stop her from giving him a little show. besides, she really does look beautiful in it. her pink hair falls down along her back in loose curls and she still has a bit of mascara left on her eyes from the night before. she looks herself over, ignoring how golden eyes devour her backside as he watches from afar, and swiss pretends that she came in to his room to show him, to let him look over her curves and the way the shiny fabric falls like water over different parts of her body as she twists and turns, posing for the large standing mirror that leans up against the wall.

"it's nice," he says, a genuine smile on his lips, and he gives her body another once over with his eyes before he swings his long legs over the side of the bed and takes the few short steps to loom behind her. from this angle his head is out of the reach of the mirror's reflection and aurora has to twist her head up to get a good look at him to make sure his little compliment is genuine and not just an excuse to touch it for the first time.

it is, but she pretends for her own sake that it's not.

"thank you," she replies and looks back to her own reflection, running her tiny hands down over her belly to watch how her silhouette looks in it. the little bit of fat there always makes swiss a little crazy. when he hums, more than pleased with the sight, she tilts her chin up and winks, "i think so too."

the multi ghoul huffs in feigned disbelief and watches with her as her manicured hands trace down her sides, pulling the fabric taut around her hips. she turns around, twisting her head to watch how it looks when she pulls it tight around her ass and swiss tsks, brows raised towards his hairline.

"that's nice too."

"imagine how fat rain's bubble butt would look in this dress. cirrus' hips? oh satan below, lus in general? i'd cream."

she continues to oggle her own ass, even giving it a little shake and a bounce on the balls of her feet to watch how it moves and swiss gets a little closer, bending at the waist just a bit to be able to crack a hand right across her left cheek and make her yelp in surprise. he eases the sting the best way he knows how: grabbing a chunk of it and kneading.

"watch the claws," she says, the pain forgotten in regards to retaining the pristine condition of the dress. one of her hands grabs at his wrist but he doesn't let go.

"it's brand new, swiss."

he rolls his eyes and gives her ass another good shake before letting his hands trail upwards to her waist.

"yeah, yeah, i get it, princess. but if i mess it up i'll just buy you a new one..."

she's about to argue something back about the pretty penny she'd spent on it and another thing about how long it took to ship to the abbey when swiss flexes his fingers around the smallest part of her middle and tosses her up over her shoulder like she weighs nothing at all. she flops over him like a sack of potatoes and sighs in defeat, letting her arms hang down along his back, because she's been in this position enough times to know that it's ultimately up to him for whenever she gets to touch the ground again.

"don't ruin the dress," she mumbles into the fabric of his shirt, and lifts her head up slightly when she notices how the multi ghoul's gone a little silent. and oddly still. "swiss?"

and he'd gone a little quiet for a good reason.

upon picking the ghoulette up, the already short hem of her dress had ridden up even more, exposing her ass and everything else underneath like it was christmas morning. and what does he see? a very surprising lack of panties underneath that pretty, black fabric.

"swiss?" she asks again, dragging out his name and pinching his ass.

there's another moment of nothingness.

"i'm ruining the dress."

"noooo!"