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]

"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?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Hang being normal," Jack said, "but I think I saw something on the television once that said we have to have a pillow fight if it's a sleepover in lingerie."

[icecoldfrost]

"Well, you're the one with a time-limit here, so visitor's choice," Emma said, reaching for a pillow slowly. If Jack came at her, she'd be ready. "It wouldn't do for you to come all the way out here, and not get the full experience."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed, waving a hand to suggest she put the pillow down. "I wanted to see what you'd say! A pillow fight sounds terribly athletic, and my ribs already hurt. I'd rather try some vodka and then curl up in bed."

[icecoldfrost]

"Let's get you out of that corset before you pass out. It takes practice to wear them for any length of time or for anything atheltic," Emma informed him, tossing the pillow back on the futon and beckoning him with her fingers. "I'll even let you wear a pair of my silk pajamas to bed, as a treat for putting up with my fashion show."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack obediently padded over, twisted so she could get at the laces. "The white ones with lace?" he asked. "I always liked those."

A pause. "In a completely masculine way, of course."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was laughing too hard to unlace him, so she placed her hands on his waist as she giggled. "Yes, a very masculine way," she teased. "In that you usually try to take them off me before I can turn out the light."

[bitten_notshy]

"They're very flattering," Jack protested, also laughing. "And anyhow, you never seem to mind."

[icecoldfrost]

"Why on earth would I mind getting lavished with attention?" she asked dryly, working her fingers into the laces to start loosening things up. And if she occasionally brushed bare skin instead of catching the ribbon, well, it was clearly the champagne throwing her balance off a bit. That was all.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack squirmed a bit, trying to speed the loosening process so she'd have more skin to accidentally touch.

"So I could lavish you with attention now?" he heard himself ask, and he'd blame the bluntness on the champagne. "Or are you committed to a boarding-school-chums platonic sleepover?"

[icecoldfrost]

It took Emma a moment to process what Jack had just said, and her fingers stuttered on the laces. "...ah?"

Eloquent, Emma. Really.

[bitten_notshy]

"Ah, no, or ah, let me think about it?" Jack asked, twisting his neck to try to catch her eye. "I'd like to lick you until you scream, but if the girl bits attached to me at the moment are too much for you, I could" -- he waved a hand vaguely -- "take a long shower, or something."

[icecoldfrost]

Sorry, Jack, but you were probably hit with the unfiltered (lewd) images that that produced before Emma managed to reign herself in. Just because she and Alex had played the Dirty Talk game more than a few times during class in high school didn't mean she couldn't be caught off-guard.

"'Ah' I think you broke my brain," she said after a moment, blinking at him, fingers still on the laces. "I mean, you're you, I shouldn't be surprised you're still you and that you like me and you're adorable, like, with whipped cream and cherry and sprinkles type of adorable and --"

She'd probably regain control of her mouth eventually.

[bitten_notshy]

Those images took Jack's breath away, and he looked a bit dazed by the time he answered. (And was probably sending a matching set of images back at her, not all that voluntarily.)

"No whipped cream," he said. "It gets sticky. And I don't think there are any cherries between us. But I want you with sprinkles and corsets and -- whatever body parts we have between us right now. And I saw the way you were looking at me earlier, this isn't all on my side."

[icecoldfrost]

That was Emma's cue to flush red, both from Jack's thoughts, her own, and getting caught-out peeking.

"I...don't like girls?" she asked managed haltingly. "I mean, I don't know why I do sometimes or if I really do or if Fandom makes me bolder..."

Fuck this, she was just going to go back to undoing the corset and focus on the skin of Jack's shoulder so she didn't have to admit to blushing.

"It's your fault for being pretty."