North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

Uncovered

Morgan looked down at the new outfit she is wearing with no small amount of disgust. Her voice dripped with derision.

I did not blame her even a little. When Jessica ignores me she goes for it.

"Really, Jessica? I am a barbie-doll now? We are dressing to match and worse, we are wearing damn near nothing to Adrian's big party?"

"You don't have to, Morgan." Jessica said. She waved at the outfit. "I just got it in case you wanted to do it with me. I have to do it."

"Why, pray tell, do you have to do it?" Morgan asked with deep disgust.

"Well, you see, my very delicious love, I might possibly have been a little teeny tiny down about the party, and I might maybe possibly have said Adrian could get an offer this evening he might not want to refuse from a random woman proposing some new sexual delight he has not experienced." Jessica shrugged.

Morgan looked down at her new gauzy top with narrowed eyes. "I don't see. That explains nothing. No such thing exists. Vera alone would fill the cup of untried things to overflowing. It begs the question instead: Why did Adrian not just kick your dumb ass and haul it and the rest of you unconscious to West Texas? I would have. I still might. Why this objectifying shit?"

Morgan then faced me, accusingly. "I cannot believe you told Jessica that her penance for self-doubt is to dress like this at the party!" Morgan said, arms wide, incredulous.

I liked the look. I will not lie. The outfit hid nothing. I have seen lingerie that covered far more. Morgan saw that subtle eye-widening and glared. "Well, Morgan, you see: I thought that she would go for West Texas and I could skate on this bullshit party and also remind her who she is to me. I was kidding about the outfit and told her so. Numerous times. The underlying point is about showing her off and being proud of her and you, not being a lowlife CouncilCritter. I don't care what she wears. Not wearing is my favorite state. My non-negotiable in that conversation was only that she, and hopefully you, and Helen when she can, be with me. I want to show you off, and I also need protection from the damn crowd. A flying wedge of Angel's. Not...our Angel. I mean like the winged kind."

That explanation made Morgan give Jessica a very sour look "So, Jessica: Instead of countering, or hearing that he was kidding, you went shopping and bought us matching transparent outfits? See-through tops and filmy short skirts? Two pieces of almost-clothing that leave nothing to the imagination should the wind come up? This is a party, not casual coverups for Hippie Hollow."

"You look nice. I want to eat you up. In fact, I am going to later." Jessica said.

"I look like a woman trying to get a man! Or YOU! I have one of each, thank you very much, even if the man is a complete horny-ass idiot."

"Then, don't wear it tonight. Wear it for me later." Jessica said, with a shrug. A disappointed shrug.

"Are you still wearing... this?" Morgan asked.

"Oh, Hell yes! My husband wants to show me off. Don't be a silly detective: I know him. He said he was kidding. I know that. I am not dumb. At the same time, he was speaking his heart. He wants to show me off, and while that may not have been literal, it can be. He wants to tell the world that I am his. I AM his. I got you that because I am yours. I want to be shown off. I won't lie. The streak of exhibitionist in me. A chance to be my inner wild child without spreading my legs for a jerk at the same time."

"Speaking of that: Alexander will see you in that outfit. He will be there just because you will be." Morgan pointed out.

"I know! It's wonderful. Think about it my love. Alexander is going to be so frustrated when he sees me in this and he cannot have me! Not a tease. Completely and utterly forbidden. not his: Never his. Mama Gaia Sagan. The babe with the boobs he can only ever again look at. Never touch." Jessica explained gleefully.