Wicked Wiles

2 Sara!

Jess POV

"Oh my god, you're joking, right?" I gasped in disbelief. "Sara, where's the rest of my costume?"

"It's all in the box," she says with a sinister grin.

"No it's not! These are undergarments in this box, where's the bit that covers me up?" I snap.

"Jess, it's Halloween, the point is not to have to cover up," she says with a laugh as she hands Willow the box with her costume.

"Sara, I said I'd show a little skin. LITTLE! Fuck, I have lingerie that hides more than this!" I glare at her and her smug smirk just feeds my temper.

"Chris is gonna stroke," I mumble, flopping down on the bed in defeat.

"Chris is gonna love it," she says with a knowing grin.

"He's never gonna let me go to the party in this!" I say holding the corset top and uber short skirt up. I might as well be naked!

"Oh, mines so pretty," Willow squeals in delight. She snatched the yellow scrap of fabric up and hugged it like it was the most exquisite gown instead of basically themed lingerie. 

I can't help but laugh at her innocent exuberance. Her energy was way over the top happy, I'd tag it as ecstatic as she bounced around.

"Thank you! Thank you!" She squeals as she latches onto Sara in a bear hug. Sara inturn tenses at the contact, like a parasite has latched on.

'Get her off,' she hisses through the link.

'No,' I link back, laughing. 'Suffer.' I grin at her, savouring her discomfort.

"Ok," she groans, peeling Willow off like a leach. "Let's get dressed and we'll do hair and make up after."

Willow strips on the spot, the girl is still half feral I swear, zero problems with nudity. She has her clothes off and the costume slipped on in record time. Not gonna lie, I'm a bit impressed.

"It's a little baggy," she whispers sadly, tugging at the loose material.

"Because it's not done up yet," I say laughing. I click the back closed but stare uselessly at the tangle of laces. "Yeah this part is all Sara," I mumble stepping back.

"Honestly, it's not that hard," she mumbles as she works the laces on her own corset. I stare at her slack jawed as her fingers nimbly work the laces cinching her up before she ties them off neatly.

"Freak," I mumble, picking up my costume.

I hear Willow squeak as Sara goes to work on the laces. "Stay still," she growls.

"Am I gonna, omph, be able to, omph, breath, omph, and talk with this on?" She chokes out while Sara laces her up. She just starts pulling harder on the laces, nearly yanking poor Willow off the ground.

"Not if we're-"

"Sara," I warn.

'Play nice with the puppy, she can't help how happy she is,' I link her.

'Who the fuck is this sappy?! Like for real, and she's mated to Kane? Does she even know-'

'Sara!' I snap cutting off that train of thought. 'Someone has to counter you,' I tease.

'I think she makes up for both of us,' she snickers.

'Not wrong,' I admit. The two of them both grew up as rogues but are polar opposites. Sara is a cunning bitch and Willow's an optimistic puppy.