Kamen Rider W - Give An Inch or Two (PG-13)
Title: Give An Inch Or Two
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Paiiring: Phillip/Shoutarou
Raiting: PG-13 for piles of implied stuff
Summary: Phillip has looked up the rules in a relationship such as his and Shoutarou's. The Radio Tower Clown trap puts one into play.
Notes: Might be my shortest fic in a LONG LONG LONG TIME. Only 550~ words. Wha the hell. Anyways, this is meant to be read after Honesty Is Not The Best Policy so don't read them backwards! I wrote this at work! XD
And don't ask about writing what comes after. Because it would be a 10k+ fic. Use your imagination.
As always, comments = ♥
"You know, with these heels on, the height rule plays to my favour."
Phillip could still pull off that forever cocky smile beneath that long brown wig and accessories.
"EEEHHH?" Shoutarou stumbled back, looking around frantically to see if Akiko or Terui had heard. Both seemed to be more concerned with other pressing matters, such as reaffirming Akiko's sense of femininity. "How do you know about the height rule?"
"I looked it up." Phillip paused. "...How do YOU know about the height rule?"
"Queen mentioned it! Or was it Elizabeth..." It was difficult to tell those two apart sometimes.
"You talk about us with those two?"
Phillip seemed to be enjoying this all too much as Shoutarou seemed to physically recoil at the thought of anyone knowing. "No! No! No. Of course not. Obviously. Idiot. THEY were talking about it. I was just listening. You know how it goes."
"Mmhmm."
Shoutarou shuffled his feet, feeling absolutely stupid in his costume in comparison. Not that he showed it. Shoutarou was forever a pillar of self-confidence. "So... You look really... convincing like that."
"You think?" Phillip wasn't quite sure if this was a compliment or not. He gave a little twirl, watching as the skirt flowed about. It was a bit like wearing his vests. Only stranger. And the way Shoutarou looked at him was much more different. It seemed to be one part interest, one part confusion, and one part put off by his own thoughts. "I'm still taller than you in these shoes," Phillip pointed out again, looking at the heels that had him up on his tiptoes practically.
"Just by a little."
"Enough to be taller," Phillip grinned. He took a few careful strides in the shoes (how on earth did women walk in these?!) so that he was looking Shoutarou square in the eye, straightening his back to excentuate the sudden gain in height. "By the height rule, I get to top." The completely serious look on Phillip's face made Shoutarou swallow back the laugh he wanted to give at the idea.
"You're only taller because of the shoes, that doesn't count unless you're wearing them--"
"I can wear them whenever."
Phillip's sudden interruption caught Shoutarou off guard. A terrible, horrible idea was brewing beneath that hat of his. "How about... If you do the whole "Naturally" dance, in that, and sing it... and then wear the heels to keep the height rule... I'll let you top." Shoutarou stared Phillip in the eye, making it seem like another one of his half-boiled challenges, instead of something he secretly really wanted. Thought he'd never admit it. It was so much easier to want something if he made out he'd lost in a challenge and was just taking it like a man (literally).
"Hrm..." Phillip kept his eyes sharp to not show his excitement at the proposition. "And just to be fair, since the height isn't that different... You wear this when it's my turn?" Phillip gestured down to the cute little dress and legging combo that had been borrowed off Wakana. "And I'll let you top after."
There was nothing sappy or cute of sweet in the moment. The bright look in their eyes didn't come from one from love or want or anything else. It was a challenge between the best of partners.
"...Deal."
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Paiiring: Phillip/Shoutarou
Raiting: PG-13 for piles of implied stuff
Summary: Phillip has looked up the rules in a relationship such as his and Shoutarou's. The Radio Tower Clown trap puts one into play.
Notes: Might be my shortest fic in a LONG LONG LONG TIME. Only 550~ words. Wha the hell. Anyways, this is meant to be read after Honesty Is Not The Best Policy so don't read them backwards! I wrote this at work! XD
And don't ask about writing what comes after. Because it would be a 10k+ fic. Use your imagination.
As always, comments = ♥
"You know, with these heels on, the height rule plays to my favour."
Phillip could still pull off that forever cocky smile beneath that long brown wig and accessories.
"EEEHHH?" Shoutarou stumbled back, looking around frantically to see if Akiko or Terui had heard. Both seemed to be more concerned with other pressing matters, such as reaffirming Akiko's sense of femininity. "How do you know about the height rule?"
"I looked it up." Phillip paused. "...How do YOU know about the height rule?"
"Queen mentioned it! Or was it Elizabeth..." It was difficult to tell those two apart sometimes.
"You talk about us with those two?"
Phillip seemed to be enjoying this all too much as Shoutarou seemed to physically recoil at the thought of anyone knowing. "No! No! No. Of course not. Obviously. Idiot. THEY were talking about it. I was just listening. You know how it goes."
"Mmhmm."
Shoutarou shuffled his feet, feeling absolutely stupid in his costume in comparison. Not that he showed it. Shoutarou was forever a pillar of self-confidence. "So... You look really... convincing like that."
"You think?" Phillip wasn't quite sure if this was a compliment or not. He gave a little twirl, watching as the skirt flowed about. It was a bit like wearing his vests. Only stranger. And the way Shoutarou looked at him was much more different. It seemed to be one part interest, one part confusion, and one part put off by his own thoughts. "I'm still taller than you in these shoes," Phillip pointed out again, looking at the heels that had him up on his tiptoes practically.
"Just by a little."
"Enough to be taller," Phillip grinned. He took a few careful strides in the shoes (how on earth did women walk in these?!) so that he was looking Shoutarou square in the eye, straightening his back to excentuate the sudden gain in height. "By the height rule, I get to top." The completely serious look on Phillip's face made Shoutarou swallow back the laugh he wanted to give at the idea.
"You're only taller because of the shoes, that doesn't count unless you're wearing them--"
"I can wear them whenever."
Phillip's sudden interruption caught Shoutarou off guard. A terrible, horrible idea was brewing beneath that hat of his. "How about... If you do the whole "Naturally" dance, in that, and sing it... and then wear the heels to keep the height rule... I'll let you top." Shoutarou stared Phillip in the eye, making it seem like another one of his half-boiled challenges, instead of something he secretly really wanted. Thought he'd never admit it. It was so much easier to want something if he made out he'd lost in a challenge and was just taking it like a man (literally).
"Hrm..." Phillip kept his eyes sharp to not show his excitement at the proposition. "And just to be fair, since the height isn't that different... You wear this when it's my turn?" Phillip gestured down to the cute little dress and legging combo that had been borrowed off Wakana. "And I'll let you top after."
There was nothing sappy or cute of sweet in the moment. The bright look in their eyes didn't come from one from love or want or anything else. It was a challenge between the best of partners.
"...Deal."