Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, NY. Sunday Afternoon.

[icecoldfrost]

It had been the best place Emma could find with the little she could afford as rent and her unwillingness to have a stranger as a roommate. Sure, in ten years Bed-Stuy was going to be very hip, but this was now, and it was still Brooklyn. And it was still costing her a fortune at $650 a month. At least the brownstone her studio was in was in good repair, and Emma's little room had recently been redone, with new paint and windows, to better block out the noise of the street.

And despite the fact she'd only been there a few weeks, there were books everywhere. Emma was taking a double course load - again - and was doing her best to ignore the increasingly distracting texts that Jack kept sending her so she could focus on writing her paper on Dewey's philosophy of education against current teaching trends.

Yes, this is what she did for fun. And maths. Maybe it wasn't too late to add a maths class...

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, and an unexpected visitor!]

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma let out a giddy peal of laughter, playfully kicking at his foot. "That's what those dirty old men kept thinking about you!" she teased. "I was very confused, until I remembered you're a girl!"

Beat.

"Not that I normally forget or things, given that dress, but there was more than two bottles and very bubbly, and you still feel like you mentally and --"

Emma's brain to Emma's mouth: Shut. Up.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack collapsed back into the pillows in a howl of giggles of his own.

"And I'm normally irresistible to dirty old men of particular tastes anyhow?" he asked. "It's too bad neither of us is in the market for a sugar daddy. We could have been set for life."

Or until Jack woke up a boy again, but even that might not be a dealbreaker with the proper lover.

[icecoldfrost]

"You're just normally irresistible to almost everyone," Emma scoffed between giggles. It was a vicious, vicious cycle of laughter. "Besides, we could easily find higher quality patrons if we ever decide to give up on ambition."

"But I like my ambition, and my partners not quite that old. Old people snore!" Given how much champagne she'd consumed, Emma found that hilariously funny, and was dissolving into giggles again. "'S why you're the proper lover! No snoring!"

"...wait, that was your inside-voice talking, wasn't it? Oops."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack tried to talk, realized he was laughing too hard, gave up and just nodded his agreement.

"It's okay," he said. "That's why I let you take me home. You don't snore either. And you have better legs than me."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma just nodded along. "Two pretty girls who do not snore," she agreed, scooting over to place her legs next to his.

"I definately have the better legs 363 days out of the year, but yours are nice too. Very toned, probably from all that running around you do."

[bitten_notshy]

"Toned but short," Jack said critically, and ran a fingertip over Emma's knee and up to the hem of her skirt as if to make the point. "You have the lovely long legs. But I think my ass may be better."

Sorry, Emma; it was true.

[icecoldfrost]

"Bullshit," Emma retorted. "If it was that nice, you wouldn't be hiding it under a sundress. You'd have stolen my leather pants already."

Although they'd probably be long in the leg for him.

"Oooo...if you're still this way tomorrow, I get to dress you for your shift at Devil's Nest."

[bitten_notshy]

"First, we aren't the same size, and second, why do you own leather pants?" Jack queried. "And ... ooh. C'n you make me look like a small blonde Bo?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I've gone to Sookie's world to help stop a magical orgy," Emma deadpanned. "I do believe we used Eric's credit card to dress accordingly so we could sneak in."

Which meant, of course, she was going to try and get off the futon - wobbling only a bit - to open her battered old steamer trunk and start pulling out corsets, mini-skirts, and leather pants from under a thick pile of sweaters. "It's my 'Sookie's World Is Nuts' wardrobe, for when I need to look like vamp-bait or something. I bet we can make you into a teeny blonde Bo."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack watched the pile of dress-up clothes grow with bright interest. "Dibs on the red corset," he decided, then wobbled to his feet and jerked his sundress up and over his head, revealing a functional if plain pink cotton bra and panties.

Modesty was for other people, apparently. People who didn't harbor fantasies of looking like small blond succubi.

[icecoldfrost]

That sent Emma off into more gales of laughter. "Pretty in pink!" she howled, pointing at him. "Oh, darling, it's your color."

What? It did favor his skin tone!

[bitten_notshy]

"Sod off," Jack said, blushing as pink as the underthings. "It matches, and I need something I can wear under white things if I only have a few sets."

He stepped toward her. "But since you laughed, now you have to show me what color yours are."

[icecoldfrost]

"In a moment. You are so fucking adorable, blushing like that," Emma said, reaching for her phone. "Say, 'cheese' for Auntie Emma, darling!"

[bitten_notshy]

"If you must," Jack said, resigned, and froze in place in a rather sheepish cheesecake pose with one leg cocked and his hands folded on his stomach. "If you send this to anyone, you realize you're a dead woman?"

The threat might have actually been menacing, if he hadn't been giggling as he spoke.

[icecoldfrost]

"Only Eric. Or Ronan. And only if you're naughty or the pictures of you dressing up aren't as good," she fired back cheerfully. "You can take some of me if you like, for insurance."

She set the phone aside to peel off her blouse and reveal her own bra. Between school eating-habits and her own metabolism, Emma was barely a 34B, but she knew how to make it work for her.

Someday, someday she could have a nice chest.

[bitten_notshy]

Her chest looked perfectly nice to Jack, anyhow. His eyes widened and darkened briefly with desire, and he had to jerk them back to her face before he seemed too terribly rude.

"We can have a modeling session," he said, laughing again. "We have the whole night, and if we take a few photos we'll have these memories forever."

He wandered over to his overnight bag to dig out his phone.

[icecoldfrost]

Telepath, Jack, and Emma smirked at him for a moment before standing up to shimmy out of her capris. "Go wild, my darling 'boarding school chum,'" she laughed. "Try on whatever you like, and I'll even turn my back if you're feeling modest."

[bitten_notshy]

"Because that's always been my problem," Jack decided, with a smirk. "Being too much of a blushing flower."

Phone now in one hand, he claimed that red corset and held it up. "All right, do I take my bra off first or --?"

He had experience getting girls out of lingerie. Not so much getting himself into it.

[icecoldfrost]

"Unless you can somehow remove your bra after I've laced up the corset for you, bra off first," Emma offered dryly. "I'll help you into the corset, since trying to do it the first time or two is a bitch."

She knew that Jack knew how to unlace one just fine, but maybe now he'd appreciate why she took so much time primping before dates.

[bitten_notshy]

"Women take bras off from under things all the time," Jack pointed out.

Not that he'd ever done it, and he could see why doing it inside a corset would be more than an average challenge. He hesitated for just a moment before screwing up his face, reaching his hands behind him and -- after two tries -- getting the bra clasp to undo itself.

He spread his arms and stood before Emma, self-conscious and grateful her apartment wasn't cold. "A little help, darling?"

[icecoldfrost]

Eyes on Jack's face, Emma. You've seen breasts before, you have some of your own.

"Actually, if you're doing pants or a skirt, you need to put that on first," she drawled, smirking. "Really, darling, I know bras are a pain, but you jumped the gun a bit. Corset goes on over the rest of it, or it just looks silly."

[bitten_notshy]

"But I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to try on the corset," Jack whined to cover his mistake. He noticed as he was whining where Emma's eyes were. "Do I really have to wear a skirt too if we're in for the night?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Fine, prance about in your underwear, then, but I'll laugh if you complain about being cold," Emma warned, plucking the corset from his grasp and moving behind him. "Tell me when you can't breathe."

[bitten_notshy]

Purely to make a point or seem macho -- or whatever the current equivalent was -- Jack held out for a few moments of tightening past where he thought he was comfortable.

"I think this is tight enough," he finally said, stepping forward and away from Emma. His words were a bit gaspy around the edges. "What do you think?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma quickly tied it off before he stepped away and then put her hands on her hips to look him over. "I think red is a good color on you," she decided. "Now, don't faint on me."