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]

"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."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm not going to faint," Jack protested, giggling again. Now that he'd caught his breath, this was almost fun. He twirled, then gingerly sat back on the futon watching her.

"Your turn, darling. Pick something spectacular."

[icecoldfrost]

"For you to try on, or for me?" she laughed, going back over to the trunk. "Really, I ought to send a picture of you to Eric, although I'd want to see his face when he got it."

[bitten_notshy]

"For you," Jack managed, then howled with laughter in a way that hurt his stomach.

"Do you think he'd fire me, or want to sleep with me?" he asked. "I think he's already annoyed I inflicted Derek on him."

[icecoldfrost]

"Worse, he might make you go shopping with Pam to find things that fit properly, and then make you wear them at work," Emma teased. "Have you ever been to Fangtasia?"

Knowing Jack was used to seeing her in silver, blue, or white, Emma picked something a little bit different that usual out, unclipping her bra one-handed and settling the corset over her front properly. "Lace me up?"

Yes, she could have left it laced and simply fastened the grommets in front, but where was the fun in that?

[bitten_notshy]

"And this is why we're glad i'm not a girl forever," Jack sighed, and went around Emma to do up her laces with delicate fingers.

He ran one finger along the back of her neck as he worked, just to see her reaction.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma giggled at the ticklish sensation it caused. "But you're so pretty!" she pouted, trying not to wriggle. "And teeny! It's adorable."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack bit his lip, amusement flashing in his eyes. "I can be pretty, teeny and adorable with all my parts in the right place," he said, and gave the cords one more yank. "There. Is that tight enough, or do you want more?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Oh, I don't know," she answered coyly, peeking over her shoulder at him. "It looks like you've got things in the right place right now."

"But tie it off, and I'll twirl for you. It's only fair."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack tied the gold ribbon into a neat bow -- neatness counted -- rested his fingertips briefly on her waist, and stepped back.

"There," he said. "Perfectly set for twirling."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma fluffed her hair and then turned around for him, slowly rotating a full 540 degrees so she ended facing him. "Well?" she asked, striking a pose. "What do you think? Is gold my color?"

[bitten_notshy]

"As much as red is mine," Jack decided, but the smile on his face said more than his weak praise. "Quite pretty, Miss Frost. The question now is what we should do in our finery."

[icecoldfrost]

"Photographs, for ourselves, of course, or anyone we want to taunt," she replied, reaching over to fuss with his hair so that it would frame his face better. "And possibly getting into my stash of further alcohol and having a proper sleepover."

"That's what normal girls do, yes?"