Credit for this goes to the following: Fukurou, for the bunny (it's all 'Rou's idea, I just borrowed it), jc for the beta, and everyone else who hung out and cheered as I wrote this. (Random, Nat, Jul, and Ide, you guys rock.)
Disclaimer: Words mine. Everything else not.
She'd always wondered what on earth could convince women to wear undergarments that looked about as comfortable as 5" stiletto heels. Bustiers, Merry Widows--no, thanks. She was perfectly content sticking to her Jockeys and her simple white bras. Okay, so some of them were colored, but they weren't scary or anything. Lingerie just wasn't for her.
Needless to say, looking in the mirror was a bit of a shock. The bra was lacy and a bit of a push-up, creating the illusion of more ample cleavage than she actually had. The panties--she couldn't even call them such. Panties had fabric to them, not a few strips of elastic and a triangle of lace. At least there was that thing that went over them, looking like a really mini miniskirt. She wasn't even sure what to call it.
The scary part was that she kind of liked the way it looked. She turned from side to side, looking at herself in the large free-standing mirror in the middle of the room. It wasn't half bad. Maybe Lex knew what he was talking about when it came to lingerie, although she preferred to shy away from how he'd acquired that knowledge. She knew he'd been a ladies' man; it didn't mean she needed to think about it.
Lex knocked on the door and she called for him to come in, suddenly shy. Now that was ridiculous. He'd seen her body in all sorts of positions and settings, wearing everything from a heavy sweater and jeans to nothing at all. And yet she was shy of him seeing her in this getup. It felt--provocative. Like she was on display for him. Okay, so that was the point of lingerie. She still felt a little uneasy.
He strolled in just as she forced herself to uncross her arms. "Well?" she asked, turning around. She wasn't sure what to make of the look in his eyes. It was--predatory, almost.
"It suits you," he said, walking over to her.
"I really don't think so." She looked down at herself, seeing the blue lace against her skin. It was so not her style.
"It does. Let me show you." He turned her around so she was facing the mirror, his hands on her shoulders. "Attractive women should wear clothes that showcase their beauty," he said quietly, almost against her ear. "You're a very attractive and vibrant woman. You should wear things that call attention to it."
"What, so everyone sees me as a sex symbol instead of a person?" Chloe rolled her eyes.
"I didn't say that." Lex ran his hands down her arms and back up. "In order to be successful, you need to utilize all your resources. Physical appearance is one of them. If you look confident and attractive, you'll feel it."
"But no one sees this," she pointed out.
"I do." He kissed the nape of her neck. "And you do."
"I guess," she said dubiously.
"There's nothing wrong with being comfortable in your sexuality."
"But I don't need to flaunt it."
"I'm not saying you have to, or even that you should. It's something you should be aware of. Look, let me show you." He traced the line of her collarbone lightly, his fingers ending up on the straps of the bra. "See how the lace cups your breasts, how it holds them and lifts them? It's imitating hands--like mine." He cupped her breasts over the lace of her bra, nuzzling her neck. "Look," he murmured. "Look in the mirror."
She opened her eyes and looked, seeing Lex's hands on her breasts, his head at the hollow of her throat, his black clothing against her fair skin. It was incredibly erotic in a way she'd never thought a mirror could be. "Sex is power, Chloe," he murmured, caressing her breasts through the lace. "Don't be afraid to use it."
She nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from the mirror. "What about this?" she asked, running her hands over her hips.
"This," he said, covering her hands with his own, "draws attention to the length of your legs and the hidden pleasures of what's underneath. One of his hands smoothed a path up and over her belly. "The contrast between your smooth skin and the lace--see how the lace gives you a hint of what's undernearth, without giving anything away. You want to see what's hidden, much as you want to enjoy what's on display."
"I see," she murmured, swallowing.
"Do you?" He traced the outline of her ear with his tongue. "The way the fabric clings to your hips and your thighs, outlining your curves, showing off your femininity? The way it barely hints at what's between your legs? I don't know if you do."
"I think I do." Her nipples were hard, standing out against the lace of her bra; the elastic of the panties was rapidly getting soaked by her juices. She'd never realized how erotic her own body could be.
"See how this ends and shows off the beautiful length of your legs? And how, as I look back up, my gaze is drawn to the hem of this, wondering what's underneath? If I were to lift this, or--just--slide it off--" He suited actions to words, sliding the band of silk and lace down, over her hips, kneeling behind her to get it all the way down her legs. "And now there's nothing there but a bit of lace, not hiding anything from me." His breath was warm against her skin; he kissed the small of ner back, sending sparks up her spine. "And if I were to take the bra off, like so--" She let him slide it off, slowly, the straps falling down her arms before he reached around in front and pulled it away.
She stood in front of the mirror, wearing a scrap of lace and nothing else, and swallowed. "Do you have any idea how incredibly erotic you are right now?" he breathed, his hands on her hips. "How much I want you?"
"Show me," she whispered.
"I want you to watch, Chloe," he said, cupping her breasts in his hands. "I want you to watch and see everything I'm doing to you. Look at me, at my hands on your body, my mouth on your skin--see how powerful it is? How sexy it is to watch yourself?"
She swallowed again and nodded. "Yes..."
"Yes." He moved around in front of her, kissing her before kneeling in front of her. "Watch, Chloe," he murmured.
She couldn't even blink. She watched him slide the panties down, seeing his hands run over her legs and spread them a bit. She saw him kiss her stomach, right above her pubic triangle, and she saw her hands grasp his shoulders as she fought for balance. She could barely breathe as she saw his head between her legs and felt his tongue on her, in her, watching his smooth scalp move and his hands on her legs. She was shaking long before she came, watching herself grow flushed and needy with passion. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
"I'm not done with you yet," he murmured, rising to his feet. His mouth was glistening from her; she watched him lick his lips deliberately before he kissed her. She could taste herself in his mouth, musk and heat and salt. "I want you to watch while I'm moving inside you."
Her knees nearly buckled. "I don't know if I can stand through that," she said huskily.
"I'll hold you if you need it." He moved around behind her; she heard the sound of him undressing but the sight of his body was blocked by hers. "Lean against me," he directed quietly. "Yes, like that..."
He bent her forward a little so he could slide inside her, one arm around her waist. She whimpered, her eyes half-closing involuntarily. "Watch," he murmured, kissing her shoulder. "Open your eyes."
"It's too much, Lex--I can't--"
"You can. Open your eyes, Chloe."
She whimpered again and opened her eyes. She saw his arm around her, saw his body behind her, although her view was blocked by her own. She saw her hips moving to meet his as he thrust into her, her head leaning on his shoulder, her blond hair dampened by sweat and her mouth open as she gasped for air. Behind her, she saw him, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror, his free hand running over her body and his arm clenching with the movements of his hips.
She heard a broken whimper and realized it was her own; heard a hoarse groan and realized it was Lex. He smoothed his hand down her belly, returning to capture hers and draw it down. "Touch yourself," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "Watch yourself as you touch--"
Her hand dipped between her legs and she watched as she fingered her clit, watched her fingers rubbing and sliding over herself. "Oh--" she gasped, right before she came explosively. She was still shaking from the force of it, her fingers soothing her clit, when she shuddered and came again, clenching around him.
Panting and gasping for air, she watched him, his mouth half-open, moving harder inside her. "Do it, Lex--do it--" she didn't even realize what she was saying, she was so intent on watching, seeing herself open and exposed and taken by him. His arm tightened around her and he dropped his head to her shoulder; she felt the shudder running through him even as she saw it, seeing herself trembling by extension. "Oh," she whispered, not sure if she was standing on her own or if Lex was holding her up.
He eased out of her; she felt wetness trickling down her thighs and dropped her head, finally breaking her gaze. "Oh," she said again, it being the only word in her vocabulary.
Somehow, he got them on the bed. She wasn't sure how--one moment she'd been a quivering mass of jelly draped against him and the next she was a quivering mass of jelly sprawled on his bed. "Intense, isn't it," he said softly, lying next to her.
"Um." She swallowed. "Uh."
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I've got more lingerie for you later," he murmured.
More? She didn't know if she could survive more.