I'm updating this one faster 'cause it's for Wicked3659 :9
Title: Waltz in Blue (03/??)
Verse: TFA humanized and very AU
Rating: PG 13 to R
Words: 1658
Warnings: Humanizations, genderbending, implications of sexual behavior and prostitution. Nothing graphic but it is mentioned as part of the setting. Possible failure on historical references. Butchering french because I'm sucktastic like that. Absolute crack with a serving of fluff.
Summary: Jolie (Jazz) dreamed of making a name of herself as seamstress, her dreams would bring her much more.
Notes:for wicked3659 who wanted some PJ fluff. Thanks to niyazi_a for her help picking up Blurr's name. :B
Not beta read yet.
If Paul had something to say about his service as Yolande's house, it would be how randomly out of nowhere some of her decisions seemed to be. To be told by Yolande he should be a proper gentleman and thank Jolie's hard work on the outfit she was confectioning for him certainly ranked very high in the list of strange and unexpected orders given by his employer.
"It's not I question your decisions, Madame, but...are you sure it is a good idea to take mademoiselle to lunch?" Paul asked even as he was already tying the bow of his cravat.
"Paul, my dear," Yolande said as she sampled a piece of her own breakfast. "I am merely asking you to be a gentleman to her and thank her for her excellent work." She smiled in that patient yet knowing way of hers. "I would invite her myself but I don't think she'd have as much a good time with me as she would with you."
Paul frowned. "I'm not sure I understand what you are implying."
"I imply nothing, child. I'm acting based on the evidence I can see." She chuckled and looked at the young man. "Besides, it's good for you to interact with other people other than me and the servants."
Paul's frown deepened and his lip jutted out in a little pout. "Where do you gather the perception I am in any way interested in furthering relationships with mademoiselle?"
Yolande set her fork down and stood up, walking up to Paul and shadowing the younger man while still bearing that knowing but gentle look on her face. "Blaise noted you were quite a bit flustered, and you seem to be uncomfortable or nervous every time I bring her up." She held up a hand when Paul was about to respond. "It doesn't have to mean anything, this obvious attraction you have for her." Yolande headed back to her chair. "For all you know, you'll just nurture a wonderful friendship. Or you could meet a passionate lover. Who knows, even the love of your life."
Paul looked away, blushing deeply but not entirely out of being embarrassed or shy. "You know that cannot be."
"The world is full of all kinds of people, Paul. I have no problem with it, as you know." Yolande gave him a sympathetic smile. "For all you know...Jolie might look at things from the same perspective I do."
"And if she doesn't?"
"That would be her loss." Yolande said with finality. "Now go and get your fitting done, and ask her to go with you for lunch." She waved a hand to shoo the young man away.
Paul sighed with resignation and bowed before his departure. Blaise was already waiting for him and he gave him a mild disapproving look. "Madame wouldn't leave me alone until I told her." He held his hands up in surrender. "You know how she is."
"Yes, I know." Paul sighed and climbed into the carriage, dreading the fitting as much as the invitation. He almost hoped she would decline, but a part of him truthfully wanted to get to know her better. She was beautiful, well endowed as her dresses made a point to enhance her attributes for his --and everyone else's eyes.
When they arrived at the shop, he could see Jolie sending off one of her customers with no doubt another masterpiece of hers. "Paul!" She greeted as soon as she saw him coming down the carriage, waving at him with a lovely smile.
Why was she so lovely to look at? Why did her mere presence filled him with a sense of well being and at the same time managed to make him feel incredibly uncomfortable?
"Mademoiselle, Jolie." He bowed to her. "How are you this morning?"
"Working hard as usual. Come on inside, I have your outfit ready for your first fitting test." She didn't wait for a reply, just took his gloved hand and led him inside. Paul had to suppress a small gasp of surprise and allowed himself to be dragged inside.
Jolie already had a stool and toe to head mirror ready for him along with a curtain to undress and change to the new outfit.
Paul dreaded going behind that curtain, always so self conscious about everything about himself, his body included. He gave her a small look and she seemed surprised at the uncertainty on his eyes. She smiled a little and patted his arm. "I do promise I shall not peek." She winked at him, managing to make him blush but at the same time it seemed to ease him a little.
Jolie excused herself for a moment to retrieve the outfit, it was just the basic shape kept together with pins and needles to make the necessary adjustments, the shining black fabric reflected a gorgeous blue highlight whenever the light touched the material. Even in that state Paul could already see she was going to deliver the best suit he'd ever worn and was eager to wear the finished product.
"Here, I'll help you with the suit, you can take care of the pants on your own." Jolie said as she offered to help him put on the new outfit.
Paul nodded and looked at the outfit on her hands and then, almost reluctantly, he removed his coat and his vest. He was hesitant about the shirt and cast her a questioning glance.
"You can leave the shirt on, I don't have yours even cut out yet," Jolie answered with a small smile.
After some fumbling to make sure he would not get himself prickled with the pins and needles, Jolie allowed him enough privacy to try on the new trousers and when he was ready, she took a look and began to make adjustments as necessary, marking down where to sew the definitive seams.
After some more fumbling to help him out of the outfit, Jolie wrote down some notes while Paul dressed again. Paul finished putting his coat on and looked at how concentrated she looked, able to see just how seriously Jolie took her trade.
He sighed and approached her, almost afraid of breaking her concentration. Still, he knew if he didn't invite her, Yolande would be nagging him about it endlessly until he did, so might as well get it over with. "Mademoiselle, if you don't mind me interrupting your work...I was wondering if you would be amenable to lunch?"
Jolie looked up at him with almost a look of surprise. "You mean right now?" Jolie looked at her unfinished work and considered she didn't have breakfast that morning, rushing to finish every detail she needed for the fitting session. "Well...I haven't had my breakfast yet so...sure, why not?"
Paul wasn't sure whether to be glad or not about the invitation but he decided he really should try to get to know her a little more, maybe then his attraction would fade and maybe he would be able to make a new friend. "Would you like me to help you closing down the shop for the lunch break?"
"That would be lovely, thank you." She smiled at him.
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"Do you dance?" Jolie asked as she nibbled a strawberry. "I don't think Madame Durand intends to order such a suit for you just to stand around serving cognac." She asked with a small knowing smile.
Jolie's knowing smile had another reason. She could see, as she bit into the juicy strawberries the way Paul's eyes darkened and seemed to glint. Either he wanted to stab the morsel or he wanted her to bite him. Jolie found herself not displeased with playful biting Paul.
Paul finally looked away from Jolie and stared down to his own meal, picking at the fruit on his plate without really bringing any to his mouth to eat. "Madame Yolande would like to showcase your works a little more, so while I will be serving drinks now and again, I am expected to show off your outfit."
"Well," Jolie said and bit down slowly on a juicy little strawberry, acid enough to make her pucker her lips a bit. "I can't think of a more handsome model. Though, I don't know if the guests will be admiring my outfit or you." She grinned when Paul gaped and blushed at her words. Jolie couldn't remember the last time her flirting made someone blush.
Paul reached for a glass of juice and tried to hide his blush as much as he could. "You flatter me too much, mademoiselle."
"Maybe I'm just biased." She nodded to herself as she sipped her own juice. "But I'm being sincere when I say I think you are very good looking, Paul." She set the glass down. "And I admit I find you endearing, I would like to get to know you better."
Paul was silent for a moment, feeling so strange at being complimented by such a beautiful woman. "I...would like to get to know you better as well, mademoiselle," He said finally.
Jolie smiled and touched his arm gently. "Well...let me know when you'd like to go some place to hang out to. I'll clear my schedule for you."
Paul murmured a soft thank you before Jolie helpfully changed the subject back to her work for Yolande and her own upcoming dress. They chatted for another hour before Blaise took them back to Jolie's shop, Paul helped her down and walked her to the door. "Thank you for having lunch with me, I enjoyed our conversation, mademoiselle."
Jolie grinned when Paul bowed to her and she began to open the door to her shop. "Thanks to you, I'll see you soon."
"Absolutely."
Jolie headed into the shop but stopped at the threshold to look back at Paul with a smile. "Oh, and you can just call me Jolie."
Paul 's lips curled in a small smile. "As you wish, Jolie."
Verse: TFA humanized and very AU
Rating: PG 13 to R
Words: 1658
Warnings: Humanizations, genderbending, implications of sexual behavior and prostitution. Nothing graphic but it is mentioned as part of the setting. Possible failure on historical references. Butchering french because I'm sucktastic like that. Absolute crack with a serving of fluff.
Summary: Jolie (Jazz) dreamed of making a name of herself as seamstress, her dreams would bring her much more.
Notes:for wicked3659 who wanted some PJ fluff. Thanks to niyazi_a for her help picking up Blurr's name. :B
Not beta read yet.
If Paul had something to say about his service as Yolande's house, it would be how randomly out of nowhere some of her decisions seemed to be. To be told by Yolande he should be a proper gentleman and thank Jolie's hard work on the outfit she was confectioning for him certainly ranked very high in the list of strange and unexpected orders given by his employer.
"It's not I question your decisions, Madame, but...are you sure it is a good idea to take mademoiselle to lunch?" Paul asked even as he was already tying the bow of his cravat.
"Paul, my dear," Yolande said as she sampled a piece of her own breakfast. "I am merely asking you to be a gentleman to her and thank her for her excellent work." She smiled in that patient yet knowing way of hers. "I would invite her myself but I don't think she'd have as much a good time with me as she would with you."
Paul frowned. "I'm not sure I understand what you are implying."
"I imply nothing, child. I'm acting based on the evidence I can see." She chuckled and looked at the young man. "Besides, it's good for you to interact with other people other than me and the servants."
Paul's frown deepened and his lip jutted out in a little pout. "Where do you gather the perception I am in any way interested in furthering relationships with mademoiselle?"
Yolande set her fork down and stood up, walking up to Paul and shadowing the younger man while still bearing that knowing but gentle look on her face. "Blaise noted you were quite a bit flustered, and you seem to be uncomfortable or nervous every time I bring her up." She held up a hand when Paul was about to respond. "It doesn't have to mean anything, this obvious attraction you have for her." Yolande headed back to her chair. "For all you know, you'll just nurture a wonderful friendship. Or you could meet a passionate lover. Who knows, even the love of your life."
Paul looked away, blushing deeply but not entirely out of being embarrassed or shy. "You know that cannot be."
"The world is full of all kinds of people, Paul. I have no problem with it, as you know." Yolande gave him a sympathetic smile. "For all you know...Jolie might look at things from the same perspective I do."
"And if she doesn't?"
"That would be her loss." Yolande said with finality. "Now go and get your fitting done, and ask her to go with you for lunch." She waved a hand to shoo the young man away.
Paul sighed with resignation and bowed before his departure. Blaise was already waiting for him and he gave him a mild disapproving look. "Madame wouldn't leave me alone until I told her." He held his hands up in surrender. "You know how she is."
"Yes, I know." Paul sighed and climbed into the carriage, dreading the fitting as much as the invitation. He almost hoped she would decline, but a part of him truthfully wanted to get to know her better. She was beautiful, well endowed as her dresses made a point to enhance her attributes for his --and everyone else's eyes.
When they arrived at the shop, he could see Jolie sending off one of her customers with no doubt another masterpiece of hers. "Paul!" She greeted as soon as she saw him coming down the carriage, waving at him with a lovely smile.
Why was she so lovely to look at? Why did her mere presence filled him with a sense of well being and at the same time managed to make him feel incredibly uncomfortable?
"Mademoiselle, Jolie." He bowed to her. "How are you this morning?"
"Working hard as usual. Come on inside, I have your outfit ready for your first fitting test." She didn't wait for a reply, just took his gloved hand and led him inside. Paul had to suppress a small gasp of surprise and allowed himself to be dragged inside.
Jolie already had a stool and toe to head mirror ready for him along with a curtain to undress and change to the new outfit.
Paul dreaded going behind that curtain, always so self conscious about everything about himself, his body included. He gave her a small look and she seemed surprised at the uncertainty on his eyes. She smiled a little and patted his arm. "I do promise I shall not peek." She winked at him, managing to make him blush but at the same time it seemed to ease him a little.
Jolie excused herself for a moment to retrieve the outfit, it was just the basic shape kept together with pins and needles to make the necessary adjustments, the shining black fabric reflected a gorgeous blue highlight whenever the light touched the material. Even in that state Paul could already see she was going to deliver the best suit he'd ever worn and was eager to wear the finished product.
"Here, I'll help you with the suit, you can take care of the pants on your own." Jolie said as she offered to help him put on the new outfit.
Paul nodded and looked at the outfit on her hands and then, almost reluctantly, he removed his coat and his vest. He was hesitant about the shirt and cast her a questioning glance.
"You can leave the shirt on, I don't have yours even cut out yet," Jolie answered with a small smile.
After some fumbling to make sure he would not get himself prickled with the pins and needles, Jolie allowed him enough privacy to try on the new trousers and when he was ready, she took a look and began to make adjustments as necessary, marking down where to sew the definitive seams.
After some more fumbling to help him out of the outfit, Jolie wrote down some notes while Paul dressed again. Paul finished putting his coat on and looked at how concentrated she looked, able to see just how seriously Jolie took her trade.
He sighed and approached her, almost afraid of breaking her concentration. Still, he knew if he didn't invite her, Yolande would be nagging him about it endlessly until he did, so might as well get it over with. "Mademoiselle, if you don't mind me interrupting your work...I was wondering if you would be amenable to lunch?"
Jolie looked up at him with almost a look of surprise. "You mean right now?" Jolie looked at her unfinished work and considered she didn't have breakfast that morning, rushing to finish every detail she needed for the fitting session. "Well...I haven't had my breakfast yet so...sure, why not?"
Paul wasn't sure whether to be glad or not about the invitation but he decided he really should try to get to know her a little more, maybe then his attraction would fade and maybe he would be able to make a new friend. "Would you like me to help you closing down the shop for the lunch break?"
"That would be lovely, thank you." She smiled at him.
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"Do you dance?" Jolie asked as she nibbled a strawberry. "I don't think Madame Durand intends to order such a suit for you just to stand around serving cognac." She asked with a small knowing smile.
Jolie's knowing smile had another reason. She could see, as she bit into the juicy strawberries the way Paul's eyes darkened and seemed to glint. Either he wanted to stab the morsel or he wanted her to bite him. Jolie found herself not displeased with playful biting Paul.
Paul finally looked away from Jolie and stared down to his own meal, picking at the fruit on his plate without really bringing any to his mouth to eat. "Madame Yolande would like to showcase your works a little more, so while I will be serving drinks now and again, I am expected to show off your outfit."
"Well," Jolie said and bit down slowly on a juicy little strawberry, acid enough to make her pucker her lips a bit. "I can't think of a more handsome model. Though, I don't know if the guests will be admiring my outfit or you." She grinned when Paul gaped and blushed at her words. Jolie couldn't remember the last time her flirting made someone blush.
Paul reached for a glass of juice and tried to hide his blush as much as he could. "You flatter me too much, mademoiselle."
"Maybe I'm just biased." She nodded to herself as she sipped her own juice. "But I'm being sincere when I say I think you are very good looking, Paul." She set the glass down. "And I admit I find you endearing, I would like to get to know you better."
Paul was silent for a moment, feeling so strange at being complimented by such a beautiful woman. "I...would like to get to know you better as well, mademoiselle," He said finally.
Jolie smiled and touched his arm gently. "Well...let me know when you'd like to go some place to hang out to. I'll clear my schedule for you."
Paul murmured a soft thank you before Jolie helpfully changed the subject back to her work for Yolande and her own upcoming dress. They chatted for another hour before Blaise took them back to Jolie's shop, Paul helped her down and walked her to the door. "Thank you for having lunch with me, I enjoyed our conversation, mademoiselle."
Jolie grinned when Paul bowed to her and she began to open the door to her shop. "Thanks to you, I'll see you soon."
"Absolutely."
Jolie headed into the shop but stopped at the threshold to look back at Paul with a smile. "Oh, and you can just call me Jolie."
Paul 's lips curled in a small smile. "As you wish, Jolie."