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Author: Uluithiel

Pairing: EW/DM

Rating: PG-13

Date completed: 8 October 2002

Summary: oooohh here's a new twist on dressing for success.

Disclaimer: now you know I would never never imply Lij would do this, actually DO this. I mean, I say right here in the fic that I know he's reading these lists... erm... um... Hope he doesn't find this one.

"Are you shopping for yourself or for someone else?"

The voice was friendly, and Lij turned gratefully. To tell the truth, he was feeling a little out of his depth here, and was glad for the interruption.

He was feeling a more than a little self-conscious as well, but the face matched the friendly voice: a pleasant-looking woman, old enough to be his mom, though looking nothing like her in a black motorcycle jacket and pierced eyebrow. Elijah wondered idly about other piercings.

"Erm... for me, actually. I had this idea for a," he flushed a little, "a game to play with a... with my friend."

To his amazement Lij's shoulders were suddenly squeezed in a black leather embrace. The saleswoman was laughing. "Hey, we're all into games in this place. No reason to be shy. I'm EZ, by the way."

Even with the accent on the 'Z' the comment made Elijah blink, and the woman laughed. "One of the best arguments for cloning is mothers who burden baby girls with names like Esther Zipporah. I am SO a victim of fate here! Sorry, couldn't resist teasing you. Did anyone ever tell you that you look adorable when you blush?"

"No," grumbled Elijah. "Never." But his scowl couldn't survive EZ's grin, and Lijah returned it, now at ease. "Okay," he confided, "I have an idea for a special outfit. . ."

It had been a couple of weeks ago that Dom, in casual conversation, had made a joke about tying Elijah up. Lij had never considered it before. He felt no particular aversion - - different strokes and all that -- but it had never occurred to him that he might actually *like* doing it.

When Dom made his commment, Elijah almost staggered under the wave of heat that stabbed from his brain to his cock. When he got his breath back he asked carefully: "Erm... Sblomie? What you just said?" Dominic, damn him, looked puzzled. "About tying up," Lij clarified. "Well... have you ever thought about really doing that?" he asked.

Dom looked at him intently. In the low growly voice that made Elijah shiver, he asked, "You want to be under my control?"

Lij bit his lip to muffle a moan -- jesus, he was hard just hearing Dom say that! "Would that squick you?" he asked.

Dom's eyes went dark. "Not... at... all," he said, and then very softly: "nothing squicks me." He eyed Elijah, smiled slowly, and said "I'll pick a time when you're not expecting it," and Lijah was so fucking turned on he leaped on Dom then and there and did just what Dom was expecting -- and possibly more.

And Dom had made good on his promise.

And Lij was thinking that turn-about was fair play.

Lij thought a lot (always with a flash of heat) of that comment: 'nothing squicks me'. So often, in fact, that he began to see it as a challenge.

He got the idea from a story he read on one of the slash fanfic sites. He didn't surf there often – it was a little embarrassing, truth to tell (how did they know about… well, never mind…), but he was feeling a need for creative input. Keeping up with Dominic's twisty Brit creativity was beginning to stress him just a bit. A sweet innocent Iowa farmboy was no match for Sblomie when it came to kink…. but he thought maybe this idea would catch even Dom unawares.

"Okay," he elaborated to EZ, "what I have in mind is light bondage – silk scarf variety; no rubber mask," he eyed the specimens behind the counter with mild alarm," but with a twist."

"Twists are good," said EZ encouragingly. "You were looking at some of the dominatrix wear earlier – that the kind of twist you have in mind?"

Lijah looked at her gratefully – gee it was nice to work with someone so helpful and… erm… nonjudgmental. "I can be real flexible about the outfit," he said, "except that I INSIST on a garter belt. They just seem so fucking sexy." His giggle was as infectious for EZ as for anyone else on the planet, and they moved together into the lingerie section.

"Ever done drag before?" and at Lijah's headshake, "OK then I'll give you the basic starter instruction: Drag for Dummies." and they giggled together.

"Any particular color appeal to you?" she asked. Good question. Lij had been thinking of basic black, but found he couldn't tear his eyes from a fire-engine red confection. EZ held it up, extolling its virtues. "Now this is called a Merry Widow, for reasons that should be obvious," she began. "These are actually pretty comfortable – only the lightest boning." Lij choked a bit at that, but she showed him how the stiff strips running through the garment's seams would make it stay in place without rolling. "And this one doesn't have bra cups so you don't have to make that decision – unless you were thinking of breasts?" No, he wasn't. Hadn't even considered them, truth to tell. EZ laid the bit of fluff aside and picked up a package of stockings.

"Let me give you a little advice here," she said conspiratorily, "a trick I learned from… well, that was about 3 girlfriends ago but hey! life is a learning experience huh?" Elijah giggled -- he was having fun here. "Okay, now one of the nicest things about garter belt and stockings is that you don't EVER have to take them off -- for anything." Lij's eyes widened – he hadn't considered this; had assumed that this scenario would end with him (as usual) naked. He thought of Dom, tied down on the bed (floor? kitchen counter? picnic table? details, details), and Elijah approaching him, cock rampant under this red lace incitement-to-riot. He found he was biting his lip.

EZ smiled. "A whole new world is opening up for you, huh? GOD I love the gender- bender stuff. SO sexy. But – listen – here's the trick. Black silk stockings are a must – no fantasy scenario of this sort is complete without them – but if you wear TWO pair at once – a pair of fishnets over the silk stockings – then you can take OFF the fishnets, leave the silk ones on, and use the fishnet stockings for tying!" Lijah looked at the woman in admiration – he liked the way her mind worked.

"Okay, we'll work out sizes when we're trying all this on," mused EZ, "now let's look at the actual clothes. The Merry Widow will be SO much sexier if you have to get down to it." Lijah swallowed and nodded. "Did you have a look in mind?" she asked.

"How about Xena?" Lij asked tentatively. "I always liked her – and she's from New Zealand and that's good, and… " he flushed, "I'd like to try something just a LITTLE bit butch."

"Hmmm," EZ eyed him speculatively, eyes narrowed. "Yes, yes… the angelic face, the black leather, the pale skin, the red satin…. yes, it works," she ended with a beam, and moved to a rack, whipping through black leather garments till she found the one she was looking for.

"The nice thing about Xena for games is the peek-a-boo aspect of the skirt," she said, "very practical." and they both went into fits of giggles, shoving fingers through the flaps that made up the black leather skirt, peeking at each other. EZ held it up to Elijah's waist and nodded, "close enough to begin trying on," she judged, and snatched up a vest of leather so soft it looked like silk; the suede inside like velvet. "C'mon, Warrior Princess," she giggled, "let's see what we can do here."

The Merry Widow was, as she had said, surprisingly comfortable. Lijah pouted at first, thinking it covered his tattoo, but minor adjustments fixed that. One should be able to have it all in fantasy. EZ helped him with the stockings, showing him how to roll them up his legs. She had to exchange the first pair for a larger size and Elijah beamed – what fun to shop for things where he didn't take the smallest size! He found he liked the feel – the cool glide of the silk with the raspy scratch of hair beneath mmmmm – and when EZ showed him how to hook the stockings on the garters (he was a quick study, able to do it himself after minimal fumbling) he turned to the mirror and smiled. The boxers did nothing for the look, but Lij was the artistic creative type – he had imagination – and his imagination told him that the red lace and black silk would frame his cock enticingly.

"Stiletto heels really complete the look, and you won't believe what they do for the shape of your legs." She was right, they looked fucking amazing, but when Elijah tried to move he shook his head ruefully. EZ, you have to realize, I fall on my ass in bare feet. I'd fucking kill myself in these." and he put them aside with a wistful glance.

The skirt was TOO fun! short and flirty, and Elijah darted back and forth, pantomiming sword parries, delighted at the swish and dance of the many many soft leather panels. But the vest!… when he put it on he moaned aloud. He had admired the buttery soft leather but had failed to fully appreciate what the suede inside would feel like against his nipples. Their appreciation was evident through the soft vest, and Lij could only gaze at EZ with admiration.

"You are a fucking genius," he breathed, and leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

'And you look utterly delicious," she said. "If I ever decide to change my luck, I'll give you a call for sure."

Elijah giggled. "I'll be Xena, you can be Mars, Sblomie can be Gabrielle, and we'll see if THAT squicks that twisty Brit of mine!"

EZ and Elijah stood together, looking in the mirror at the Ringbearer gone Warrior Princess. His skin looked creamy against the red satin that peeked from between the lacings of the sinfully sensuous vest. Lij put out his arms and whirled his hips, hula-hoop fashion, and the leather panels of the skirt swirled to reveal the lacy straps of the garters enclosing his groin like parentheses, the ivory skin of his thighs startling in contrast to the black silk at the top of the stockings.

Lijah sighed with pure bliss. Turning to EZ, eyes shining, he said simply, "I'll take it."

Continued in "First Date"