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[crete_goddess]

This---is NOT APPROPRIATE.

I might as we be wearing nothing--no offense meant to whoever this-- unique ensemble belongs to---

Oh, good lord, this is short---

[light sigh] At least it's -clothing-...[a piece of paper tapping against her hand] You certainly didn't appreciate much clothes, did you, darling...thank you...I miss you so much already...oh

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He loves this curse like burning.

[dresden4hire]

[Here's a wizard in your doorway unable to keep himself from staring.]

No, no I will not help you find your clothes.

Just for you, Harry

[crete_goddess]

[jumps, turning, trying to cover her thighs; he gets a -look-]

Beast. This...this is very--short.

[dresden4hire]

[She gets a 'look' back, one of him grinning and staring like a fool.]

Really? I hadn't noticed. All I saw was more gorgeous leg than usual.

[crete_goddess]

[she tries shifting, covering more of only one of her legs]

Oh, stop that! You're gawking.

[dresden4hire]

[Looks offended.]

I am not. Gawking is with your mouth open. I'm almost leering is what I'm doing.

[crete_goddess]

[tsks and throws a shirt from the collection she's laid out on her bed]

Louse! I'm--this--it leaves little to the imagination, thank you!

[dresden4hire]

[Laughs and catches the shirt and throws it back directly to the floor next to her.]

That's alright, the essential parts are still covered. And you're more beautiful than anything I could ever imagine anyways.

[crete_goddess]

Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Dresden.

[she stares at the shirt--oh, damn. She can't just let it lie there, OCD Princess thing, AND it doesn't belong to her, that's just rude...with a small noise, she tries to bend down, and get it, the skirt rising on her thighs--]

[dresden4hire]

[And because Harry is a gentleman he averts his eyes, although it kills him to do so and he's sure that a few braincells are screaming in anger and abandoning him for his chivalry.]

Do you want me to get that?

[crete_goddess]

[sighs and stands up straight again]

Could you, please? I can't even--bend over in this thing--ridiculous.

[dresden4hire]

[Grudgingly, Harry walked over to the shirt and, still covering his eyes, reaching down and picked the shirt up.]

Sorry about that.

[crete_goddess]

[she smiles a little--just a little--as he covers his eyes]

Which, that I can't bend over, or the gawking.

[dresden4hire]

That you can't bend over. It's always a wonderful sight.

[And he tenses and waits for the smack.]

[crete_goddess]

[and she does, twice]

You're incorrigible.

[dresden4hire]

[He laughs.]

You know, I don't even know what that word means.

[crete_goddess]

[she tugs lightly on the skirt]

It means you're fixed! Hopeless. And this is too -tight-.