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“Pruning Society’s Roses”, Weiss Kreuz (Chloe)
Title: Pruning Society’s Roses
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: PG
Warnings: none, just hints at stuff
Word count: 300
Prompt: Weiss Side B, Chloe: Glove fetish - "The taste, the smell of a leather glove is intoxicating."
Author’s Note: *sneaks this in for her date just in time* Couldn’t get this image of this short out of my head and it proved difficult to put into words.



Chloe gave a delicate tug to his silk sleeves, allowing them to dangle in an elegant fashion from his tailored suit. He sat gracefully on a velvet divan and adjusted his mask while he waited to enter the balcony. He flexed his fingers, sighing in pleasure at the way the fine Italian leather felt like a second skin. This was a fine evening to break in his latest glacé pair.

He gave a polite smile to the usher and waved him away before he approached his target.

The bite rose delivered its poisonous sting as an aria rippled from the stage.

“You may be society’s rose, but I can see your thorns,” he murmured.

A champagne puddle of rose petals pooled at his feet and bled onto the target’s dress.

He left the box and moved into the rafters, the music echoing up to him from the stage. He leaned against the wall, the vibrato causing tingles up his spine.

Idly lifting his gloved hand he inhaled, catching a whiff of powder within the leather’s scent. These were unlined, unlike his cashmere and silk-lined pairs. He unbuttoned his collar with the deftness of a practiced hand and moved down the rest of his shirt.

His hands moved unhurriedly, scattering hot-cold shivers across bare flesh. He hummed along with the opera and moved his fingers to the hollow of his throat, feeling the vibration before he trailed down the center of his chest.

Movement over to his left distracted him and he rebuttoned his shirt, noting with some annoyance that the gloves did not do well in the dim electric lighting. He would have to remedy that with candlelight.

Slipping silently from the opera house, he resolved to continue in private accommodations.

In a few hours, he would have some company.