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She isn't sure how many more questions she can take or how much further the nature of them can escalate. He seems to read her just as well as always when he clicks off his phone and starts to toss the mini bottles in the tiny trash can under the desk across from them.
She feels worlds away from the woman she was before she arrived at his suite. There isn't going back to before she reminds herself as she looks over at her suitcase.
It's filled with lingerie and undergarment options for the series of photos that is required of her alone and with him. Bras, a couple of slips, panties, pasties she isn't even sure how to put on. She dumped almost her entire lingerie drawer into the bag. Not giving much thought to this or the fact that he was going to see her in it.
If the questions made her sit on edge then the photos were going to be the shove off into the abyss, that much she can feel is coming.
"Thats it for this portion of the questions. The next section says photo and video upload..." he says flatly, breaking the internal monologue fighting in her mind.
This part of the night is for when she has to take her dress off and be in lingerie for the photo after the first round of questions. He leaves to go grab ice and go clear his head, leaving her with the room. She walks to the desk with her bag and starts to pull her dress down.
She has time to get ready but he forgets his wallet so he comes back in and walks in on her. With her dress around her waist in nothing but her black lace bra covering her skin.
"Oh shit..." she ducks down for a piece of clothing out of her bag to cover up. "Sorry I'll leave..." but he's still looking and not moving.
"Guess we can't be shy anymore plus you've seen it all before.." she says quietly as she drops her arms and stands there in front of him. They have never talked about that time undercover all those years ago when she stripped to save his ass from getting shot.
"Well that was a long time ago.." Slips from his lips and it makes her mouth drop and brow raise. He isn't sure that what he meant came out the right way or if she gets it. "Listen, I mean..you look different now.." Jesus Christ he sucks at this, he thinks to himself causing her to go red across her cheeks. This is not at all what he means.
"Please stop…" she whispers without looking at him, she just can't. She feels so filled with anxious nerves. "What I meant is you look so different because I can really look at you now. You look incredible. I just could have never ever…." He stops now and is at a loss and just squints at her with a look of wonderment and confusion and something she can't place.
"El, please…" she is pleading with him. Not ever one for compliments this is so much more coming from him. Not because of what he is saying but because it's coming from him and all he is admitting after all these years.
"You got to get used to me saying this to you because I'm going to be doing more than talking soon and how I might…react to it all…I won't be able to control.." He is speaking slowly, softly and his eyes are locked on hers. "And I'm sorry for that if it makes you uncomfortable.." She can't believe what he is saying. That he is confirming what they will be doing and that her body, being in this proximity to his and doing what she knows they might have to do will cause his body to react.
She matches his exchange of intimacy for one of her own.
"Maybe you should pick out what I wear. I haven't seen what the other women wear on the site.."
If this was up to her she would be in a floor length gown with sleeves, if this was reality she would be braless and comfy in a loose tank top but it's not so she leaves it up to him. Handing him over control on where they will take this and how far feels good out of her hands in this very rare instance.
She looks so out of sorts and confused. He can tell she is nervous but attempting to hide it or so she thinks. He doesn't blame her. The only difference between them is he's had almost a month to contemplate even telling her what he discovered. Nearly 30 days and sleepless nights of him going over possible scenarios in his head based on the information he was given.
Now with her permission and participation he is granted one more intimate act with her he would have never ever imagined being granted.
Without thinking he walks over to her open suitcase to see various matching sets. First he stops and runs his hands over a bright red corset. His fingertips running over the smooth feeling of latex on his fingertips.
His mind is reeling just imagining how she would look like pushed up in something like this. How something normally so over the top would have him so far gone if it was on her body specifically.
He picks it up and flips it over it just had strings to tie up to hold together, it doesn't even look like it would fit her. It makes his mouth water the idea of her tanned curves pushed into something like this.
"I'm not sure about that one...been years" and just like that he pictures her body now fitting into the snug piece of latex and how completely erotic it would look to see her in something so provocative. Just the idea of who the lucky fuck was that got to see her in this just a fleeting thought compared to the war going on his head and his body.
"What do you normally wear?" His mouth is so dry he can barely swallow. Whether he wants to admit it or not to himself, all he can think of is untying the corset leaving her bare and his view of her totally unrestricted.
"A t- shirt..." she's not joking either. She doesn't remember in recent memory wearing any of the items she bought for her own pleasure more than ever actually needing them to be intimate with a partner.
She can't even remember when that was.
She's worn lingerie before. Cassidy loved it, cheap and whorish in bright pinks and latex where Tucker was more traditional,reserved and romantic.
He loved her in a white lace bra with a matching thong and that's it. Stockings as a special request with a garter but that wasn't her either.
But that was so long ago. Now she is here with Elliot and he is going through her most intimate garments in front of her. He tries so hard not to picture her then inching down on him, sinking and submitting. She is wearing a soft nearly transparent old baggy t shirt and his hands are lightly holding her hips, not lifting but gripping the fabric hard as he lets her ride him. He could tear the shirt into two without a doubt
Just one nice solid rip.
He pulls his mind back in control in the present and moves on to a totally see through lace black bra and matching panties that would leave her pretty much totally nude, he doesn't even let his hands linger for too long on the delicate scraps. It's way too much.
She watches him as he looks in her most personal belongings getting to pick what he wants to see her in.
"What's this..." he mumbles as he sees a very strappy lace black bra and high cut black lace panties that have strings at the side, one little snap and that would be it, he thinks wickedly.
She can see he is really interested in this one. The bra far too snug for her to wear enjoyably now but would work for this maybe.
"I think we should do two sets of pics so two outfits is that okay? They want four photos total.." He asks gently as his fingers hold on to a very short black silk night gown with a slit and ultra thin straps that would hold it together forming a deep low swooping v cut for her cleavage.
"You like this one and the last?" She knows he does he can't stop looking at them.
The see through panels on the bra with tiny little straps that hold it all together and the high cut panties that leave her ass completely out.
His nods but stops abruptly when his eyes stop on the soft rose floral lace bodysuit that touch his finger tips before they move on. He's already hard just touching these delicate and extremely intimate items - he doesn't know how this will work with her actually wearing them for him in the photos. Not in this soft pink one.
"Can I pick this too?" He whispers as he runs his hands over the soft underwire boning that lines the bralette. Far more than what she cared to show him but didn't know where the lines were. She didn't think of how this would play out just knew she would do it because he needed her to and that alone exceeds any level of intimacy that this would require she tries to reason with herself.
It's the piece she's never worn for anyone. She was feeling soft and feminine and had noticed her old garments weren't fitting like they used to. She was loving how her curves were filling out and felt so sexy and wanted something to reflect that. It was the side of herself not many of her lovers have even seen. She wasn't dating or seeing anyone but came across it when laying in bed shopping on her phone. It was so dainty and pretty.
She didn't even try it on or get past cutting the tags off.
It was something she could never picture herself wearing but was intrigued to see if she could pull off. It was a pale peach colour with embroidered flowers all over. Its so not her but neither is this so maybe it will work. The thing is she can barely look at him as he roots around her personal belongings. He is picking based on his personal preferences or his professional ones, that much she isn't surely but they are items that she will wear in front of him for a series of photos. He will be touching her in them. Taking the photos she imagines and she can't even fucking swallow.
She feels herself getting warm from the alcohol and the anxious wave coming over her.
She takes the items and walks to the bathroom locking the door behind her.