[Can I recycle this one? It

was for @gairid​ and Stellie.

This is sorta cheating to post an older one so I’ll try to think of another, too]

A Fitting

Lestat putting on a little fashion show for Louis! Modern-day. No spoilers apply.

“How long does it take for you to change?” I said, slumping further into what these stores affectionately call “the boyfriend chair.” I checked my phone for the time, but did not remember the last time I’d checked it, so I tucked it back in place fruitlessly.

He stepped out of the fitting room sheathed in an amount of intricate dark red satin and chiffon that left just the right amount of flesh to the imagination. His long finger twirled a loose ribbon, a trickle of blood, as he studied my reaction. The scarlet enhanced the scant golden hair on his arms, legs, and broad chest. It gave him an altogether rosy glow.

In a blink he had crossed his arms and jutted out a smooth hip, sulking. “What, you don’t like it?” He gave his blond mane a toss and huffed. The saleswoman’s mouth had fallen open, as if seeing a miracle. She mumbled something about being wrong that a man couldn’t ‘pull off’ this outfit. I licked my lips. I could pull it off of him right then and there.

Lestat swiveled around and assumed a few classical sculpture poses in the 3-way mirror, but this was playing, still watching me.

“Really Louis, you’re hurting my feelings. Cat got your tongue? I’ve tried on so many and you just sit there.” He pouted, and I stood, stretching my limbs.

“Just because I don’t rain praise upon you,” I said, pressing my body against his in a sensual embrace, and he watched in the mirror as I ran my fingers along the edges of the thin fabric. “Does not mean you haven’t conquered me.”