Honey, I'm home Who: Chrissy and Xander What: Fashion Show When: 01.08.13 - Tuesday Night Where: The apartment they share Warnings: N/A
Xander was tired but he was damn glad to be working and doing something towards making a home for himself and for Chrissy. Gabe had been nothing but kind to them since they'd arrived and he was already starting to feel so indebted to his boss that he wasn't sure how he'd ever do anything to repay him for the things he'd done for them. He'd taken Xander under his wing and thus far the younger man was learning the ropes pretty well. He hadn't had any problems to speak of and the tired ache in his bones was welcome to Xander. He was doing something for himself but more importantly he was doing something for Chrissy and so far there was no sign that her family knew where they were or that Gabe planned to turn them in.
When he got to the apartment that night and closed the door behind him, making his way into the bedroom, there were clothes strewn across the mattress and side table. Chrissy was in the middle of changing clothes, her back gorgeous and visible in a grand view as she bent over to fasten something or other on the outfit she was putting on. God he was a lucky man. Lucky enough that Xander really didn't give a fuck about the clothes, but wanted to pounce his mate, the bond making the time they spent apart even more difficult than it had been to begin with. He leaned against the doorframe, head tilted against it as he folded his arms across his chest.
"Honey, I'm home." he murmured. "Whatcha doing, pretty girl?"
Chrissy had heard Xander come in, but since she’d been stripping off a pair of skinny jeans, she hadn’t quite been able to come out and greet him. Stepping out of them, leaving her in just her underwear, she grinned as she looked over her shoulder at him. “What’s it look like, moon eyes?” She teased, turning and walking over to him. Resting both hands against his chest, she leant in for a kiss, soft and sweet. “Did some shopping today. Wanna see?”
He didn't even have to ask where the money came from. He knew well and good that it was just one more thing that Gabe had done for them. At least the man was in their corner and not ready to rush them back off to Washington to face the music. He returned the kiss eagerly, having missed them all day. Missing Chrissy ten times the amount he normally did was taking some getting used to, but Xander still didn't regret a single decision that he'd made since they'd arrived in Duskwood. "Mhm," he said, nodding. "Like I'm gonna refuse a little fashion show," he grinned.
Chrissy sighed into the kiss, relaxing a little as her wolf settled, comfortably close to her mate now. The first day without him had been complete torture, but she was getting used to it by now. Just about. Still, it was good to have him within arm’s reach again. “Why don’t you go grab a snack, go sit in the lounge. And I’ll be right out...” Kissing him again, she slid her hand down his chest, teasing over his stomach. Sighing again, she forced herself to step back, biting gently on her lower lip to hide a broad grin.
Xander didn't want to move away from her if the little pout that took up residence on his face was enough proof of that. He reluctantly nodded and sighed dramatically before retreating from the bedroom and heading to the kitchen to find something to snack on. He ended up making popcorn because it was the best food to munch on while watching something and it didn't take much of an effort to eat while distracted. He settled on the sofa in the living room and waited for her to come out, impatiently of course.
Hands on her hips, Chrissy surveyed the piles of clothing. She’d bought some practical clothes, of course, but there were one or two outfits that would’ve given her dad a heart attack. So of course, those were the ones she was going to try on. Tugging on a pair of motorcyle boots she’d picked up for a song, she rifled through the piles. Finding the dress she’d been looking for, she tugged it on, fluffing her hair up a little as she checked it out in the mirror. It was short. Very short. Short enough that she never would’ve been allowed out the house wearing it, back home. Here, though, there was no one to tell her she was doing anything wrong. It was wonderful. Taking one last look, she strutted out into the main room, smirking a little as she moved into Xander’s eyeline.
His eyes caught the boots first. They lingered there on the clunky biker type leather for a long moment before sliding up to her legs, and more legs. She might not have been the tallest girl around but Chrissy certainly had gorgeous legs. Legs that made his heart thump a little more quickly in his chest as he finally caught the hem of the dress with his eyes. He let his eyes shift further up until they finally reached her face and he grinned. "I like it," he told her. "Course you might not get a chance to try on anything else if you come too close," he warned her, biting his bottom lip. "You'd be a tasty little morsel, little red riding hood, and I'm sure there's a wolf around here somewhere."
Grinning, Chrissy span round in a circle, her skirt billowing out a little, showing even more leg. And nearly showing her panties, for that matter. “Hmmm, I’m not sure which I want more...” she teased him. “To see your reaction to my other clothes...or to let you gobble me up.” She took a couple of steps forward, stealing a handful of popcorn and dancing back out of reach. Teasing Xander was just far too much fun. Especially since now she knew what the outcome felt like.
She was torturing him but damn if he didn't love it. He growled appreciatively, a rumbling noise low in his throat as she neared him, got so close he could almost reach out and touch her, and reach he did but she danced backwards from him too quickly. He pouted at her, lower lip jutting out pitifully as he batted his eyelashes at her. "Can I have a little taste?" he asked her, lip still pouted after he finished the sentence. "Pretty please."
Laughing softly, Chrissy prowled closer, a little slink in her step. She leant in close...then gently popped a piece of the popcorn she’d had in her hand into his mouth. “Better?” She teased, chasing it up with a soft, closemouthed kiss. Dancing back out of reach, she headed back towards the bedroom. “Wait right there,” she said over her shoulder. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
The kiss wasn't enough, but it was just enough to keep him aching for her. As if he even needed incentive to be aching for her. He pouted again, but let her prance out of the living room. No doubt the next outfit was going to be even better than the first. And likely enough to drive him completely up the wall.
This outfit...had definitely been bought with the idea of making Xander a little bit crazy in mind. Rifling through the bags, she pulled out a pair of hold-ups, kicking off the boots to tug them on. Stripping off the dress, she pulled on a red miniskirt, looking around to try and decide what top to wear with it. Sliding on her boots, she grabbed a plain black tank, tugging it down over her bra, checking her hair one last time in the mirror and adding a quick slick of brick red lipstick to match, before prowling back out into the living room. The tops of the stockings were visible as she walked, the skirt riding up her thighs with every step.
Xander nearly choked on the pieces of popcorn he had been munching on in Chrissy's absence. Then, once he caught his breath again, he just stared open mouthed at her, eyes sliding down that little red miniskirt to where it met the stockings that she wore. Okay, yeah, he fucking loved Gabe for making that outfit possible. "You're not wearing that in public," he told her. "I might kill someone."
Catching at her lower lip gently with her teeth, Chrissy straddled him, sliding onto his lap, her knees hitting the back of the chair either side of his hips. She rested her forearms on his shoulders, fingers linked loosely behind his neck. “Awww, I was gonna wear this next time we went out...” she teased, sliding forward a little more, knees shifting further apart.
Okay, that was definitely more like it. His hands moved, sliding up the sides of that tiny little skirt and to her hips where they finally came to rest. She was driving him insane with the teasing and he couldn't resist leaning in to steal a kiss from her lips. "I think you just like getting me all growly," he murmured, knowing well and good that she definitely liked getting him going, especially when he couldn't do anything about it. Not that he minded really considering when they finally did get home he could do anything he wanted with her. Having their own space was amazing and he wasn't willing to give it up for anything. "I'm going to have to give you a shopping allowance," he teased, flashing her a smile. "I like when you bring home new clothes."
Chrissy practically melted against him, falling into the kiss gladly. She growled softly, nipping on his lower lip as she slowly rocked her hips against his. “Love getting you all growly,” she admitted. “Specially now you can take me home, and do somethin’ about it.” She slid her hands up into his hair, ruffling the strands at the nape of his neck, her nails scratching lightly at his skin. She smirked a little, teeth catching at her lower lip, red lipstick making her lips seem fuller, even more inviting. “I think I like the sound of that. Giving you a little fashion show....” Letting go of him, she slid her hands down her body, over her breasts, down to the hem of her tank top. She pulled it up, over her head, dropping onto the floor behind her. “Let you see what’s underneath.....”
Xander smirked a little at her words, but he couldn't keep up enough concentration to keep the smirk upon his lips, not when she was whispering to him like that, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Everything about her pulled him in and he was powerless to stop it. Especially when she started pulling clothes off and distracting him more. He was a teenage boy with only enough blood in his body to operate his brain or his penis, never both. At the moment, the blood was traveling south and the low growl in his throat told her he was going to spend a great deal of time taking advantage of her. "I think I won't get to see another outfit," he murmured, voice more growl than voice at all as he hooked his arm around her waist and lifted her up as he stood from the sofa. Popcorn forgotten, he carried her towards the bedroom, intent on making the night a long one.