Tin Man f-list prompt
Title: Shopping
Prompt: Thigh-high leather boots, from jaynedancing
Pairing: Cain/DG
Princess Dorothy Gale, saviour of the O.Z., was speechless. Wyatt Cain, all-round manly man of little words, had actually convinced her to go clothes shopping. For herself. In the O.Z., it seemed, the Witch’s dress sense was not altogether that different from any fashion-forward young woman (or ancient, evil, sister-possessing Witch). Well, that or Cain was really having her on. It seemed that pseudo-bondage was to be the order of the day. Well, then. If he was messing with her, then she’d just have to get him back. She grabbed a few key items from the racks in the shop and forced him into the chair usually occupied by bored husbands and lovers before disappearing behind the curtain. Once inside, she did some slight magical tinkering with the angling of the lights so that her every movement would be silhouetted against the fabric covering the door. Once she was happy with the position, she began to take her clothes off. Slowly.
Outside, she could hear rustling as Wyatt shifted in the chair uncomfortably. He had not anticipated the show he was now being treated to unintentionally (or so he thought) when he suggested the shopping trip, and DG thought it the perfect revenge. Inside the booth, she shimmied into the pants that were tight enough that she was pretty certain nothing was left to the imagination. After this came the black corset and shirt that was more black straps than anything else, and then the finishing touch. Thigh-high leather boots.
With a dramatic flair, she pushed the curtain across and struck a pose. Then refrained from giggling, or at least tried to, when she saw Cain’s mouth fall open in shock. To compound the message, she strutted over to him and perched herself on his knee. Putting on her best pouty-face, and little girl voice, she begged “Caaaaiiiiiiiiiiiin, can I get this one?”
The poor man didn’t know whether to nod or shake his head. Either way, he didn’t trust his voice at that moment.
And he was really, really hoping she didn’t shift any closer or it could be very embarrassing.
Prompt: Thigh-high leather boots, from jaynedancing
Pairing: Cain/DG
Princess Dorothy Gale, saviour of the O.Z., was speechless. Wyatt Cain, all-round manly man of little words, had actually convinced her to go clothes shopping. For herself. In the O.Z., it seemed, the Witch’s dress sense was not altogether that different from any fashion-forward young woman (or ancient, evil, sister-possessing Witch). Well, that or Cain was really having her on. It seemed that pseudo-bondage was to be the order of the day. Well, then. If he was messing with her, then she’d just have to get him back. She grabbed a few key items from the racks in the shop and forced him into the chair usually occupied by bored husbands and lovers before disappearing behind the curtain. Once inside, she did some slight magical tinkering with the angling of the lights so that her every movement would be silhouetted against the fabric covering the door. Once she was happy with the position, she began to take her clothes off. Slowly.
Outside, she could hear rustling as Wyatt shifted in the chair uncomfortably. He had not anticipated the show he was now being treated to unintentionally (or so he thought) when he suggested the shopping trip, and DG thought it the perfect revenge. Inside the booth, she shimmied into the pants that were tight enough that she was pretty certain nothing was left to the imagination. After this came the black corset and shirt that was more black straps than anything else, and then the finishing touch. Thigh-high leather boots.
With a dramatic flair, she pushed the curtain across and struck a pose. Then refrained from giggling, or at least tried to, when she saw Cain’s mouth fall open in shock. To compound the message, she strutted over to him and perched herself on his knee. Putting on her best pouty-face, and little girl voice, she begged “Caaaaiiiiiiiiiiiin, can I get this one?”
The poor man didn’t know whether to nod or shake his head. Either way, he didn’t trust his voice at that moment.
And he was really, really hoping she didn’t shift any closer or it could be very embarrassing.