Desire

Part 14 - pleasant conversation

**NOTE** This chapter does NOT contain smut

WC: 1859

Summary: You arrive at the party to meet some of Tamaki's acquaintances. Kirishima is there to make you uncomfortable and Nejire is there to make you jealous apparently. 

Includes: plot

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You bite your lip with a smirk when you receive Tamaki's reply. The boy is built. Seeing the fading hickies all over his torso doesn't help your mind from plummeting into the gutter. It's hard to imagine that he's not touching himself in the picture. It looks so suggestive you're willing to bet that if the camera had been angled a bit lower you would have had masturbation material for weeks. You sigh, trying to not drool over the image like a desperate fangirl as you type out a teasing reply.

Getting your boyfriend to wank at work is certainly an achievement for the books you think to yourself, returning your phone to your nightstand. You smile to yourself, wondering if you should wear the lingerie under your dress tonight. You decide no. It's too- desperate. Like you really really want to get laid. Which...let's be honest, who wouldn't want to be bedded by Tamaki, but do you really need to act like that?

Instead of thinking about all this frivolous boyfriend-girlfriend stuff for any longer you spend the rest of your day grocery shopping and cleaning your apartment. And then it's finally time.

Your dress is long and blood red, the fabric reaching the floor even when you put on a set of three inch dark crimson heels. You examine yourself in the mirror, looking at the dipping neckline and the way the dress hugs your body. It's silky soft to the touch and just the slightest bit shimmery. A showstopper. You let your hair fall in gentle waves over your shoulders and clasp on some gold jewelry. A necklace with a small heart pendant and some classy dangling earrings. For makeup, you go subtle, bringing out your best features and settling on a red lip to match the rest of your ensemble. Who doesn't love a red lip?

You will fit in. That is your mantra for the evening. You belong in this scene and you will act like it.

Just as Tamaki promised, a limousine shows up at 7:00 pm on the dot. You try not to gape at it but stare for a second before getting in the door that has been opened for you by the chauffeur. Tamaki is inside, smiling at you as you get in, eyes already raking down your dress-clad form. You side-eye him.

"Staring is rude sweetheart", you murmur, turning to him fully. Even in the dim lighting of the limo, you can see his cheeks turn red. You look at him. He's wearing a simple black suit, a vest and a dark red tie. How is it that you always end up matching?

"You look gorgeous y/n", he breathes, not letting up with the eye-fucking. You nod.

"As do you", you say fondly, running a hand down his tie. He swallows and shakes his head.

"Not nearly as much as you". His voice is adoring and you can almost imagine your driver rolling his eyes at the exchange. You take in Tamaki's hair; it's shorter and neater.

"Did you get a haircut"? Your hand moves to touch the indigo locks before withdrawing. You don't want to mess it up. Well you do. But not yet. He nods, suddenly looking nervous.

"I-I did. Do- do you like it"? His eyes are wide and you suppress a laugh at his expression.

"Yes. You look very handsome", you reassure, reaching for his hand and twining your fingers together when your palms meet. He looks at your joined hands with a slight smile.