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Clothes Make the Occasion (Petshop of Horrors, D/Leon, PG)
Title: Clothes Make the Occasion
Author: misura
Rating: PG for Leon
Warnings: none, really
Prompt: Petshop of Horrors, D/Leon: Clothing as fetish - D just wasn't interested in getting undressed before sex.
Summary: On some days, Leon wondered how anyone could think this would work out.
A/N: *g*
On some days (well, a lot of days, actually, and a few nights, too, if he really thought about it), Leon wondered how anyone could think this 'thing' he and D had would work out - or kept working, really, because it sure wasn't as if they were still at the stage of finding themselves in awkward, humiliating situations (well, awkward and humiliating for Leon, that was) and not talking about it afterwards.
They talked quite a lot, actually - and sometimes, Leon didn't even do any yelling at any point.
Still, he and D were just so different. Take today, for example. He'd come in after work, only a little grumpy at some perp managing to spill coffee all over his new shirt, and D had just … well, Leon might have understood if D'd insisted on his getting out of the shirt. It smelled of coffee - and much as Leon might enjoy the stuff, he didn't particularly want to smell of it. And with all that incense he was burning, Leon figured D had a sensitive nose.
The weird thing was that after Leon'd gotten rid of his shirt, D hadn't been content to simply enjoy the view or appreciate a now shirtless Leon; he'd insisted on Leon putting on something else. Not quite a dress (although Leon suspected that was only because D knew damn well Leon'd rather be caught dead than in one of those dresses D was always wearing) but not something he'd ordinarily wear or buy for himself either. It didn't go with his jeans at all - so D'd sweetly suggested Leon remove those as well. Without so much as a hint of innuendo.
So now here Leon was, all dressed up, with D staring at him like Leon was some kind of present he could barely wait to unwrap.
“Why'd you make me wear all this stuff if you're just going to rip it off me in a few minutes?” Minutes, Leon felt, was being optimistic. Or pessimistic, depending. “I mean, isn't that rather pointless?”
He'd been served tea, of course, but he hadn't come here for tea and they both knew it.
D sighed. “You have no appreciation for true beauty.”
Nothing new there. “Hey, I think I can say I recognize it when I see it. Sitting in front of me drinking tea and everything.”
“Why, detective, I am sure I have no idea what you might be referring to. That is to say, since you refered to an 'it', it seems fairly clear your statement was not meant to imply that you find me beautiful, given that there can surely be no doubt in your mind as to me possessing a gender, as well as the bodyparts to go with it.”
Leon grumbled. D smiled. “But thank you for the sentiment, however inelegantly and inadequately expressed.”
“You're welcome. Now, can I get out of this thing without tearing anything?”
“Always in such a rush,” D murmured. “Simply have some patience, my dear detective, and I will be delighted to assist you.”
Author: misura
Rating: PG for Leon
Warnings: none, really
Prompt: Petshop of Horrors, D/Leon: Clothing as fetish - D just wasn't interested in getting undressed before sex.
Summary: On some days, Leon wondered how anyone could think this would work out.
A/N: *g*
On some days (well, a lot of days, actually, and a few nights, too, if he really thought about it), Leon wondered how anyone could think this 'thing' he and D had would work out - or kept working, really, because it sure wasn't as if they were still at the stage of finding themselves in awkward, humiliating situations (well, awkward and humiliating for Leon, that was) and not talking about it afterwards.
They talked quite a lot, actually - and sometimes, Leon didn't even do any yelling at any point.
Still, he and D were just so different. Take today, for example. He'd come in after work, only a little grumpy at some perp managing to spill coffee all over his new shirt, and D had just … well, Leon might have understood if D'd insisted on his getting out of the shirt. It smelled of coffee - and much as Leon might enjoy the stuff, he didn't particularly want to smell of it. And with all that incense he was burning, Leon figured D had a sensitive nose.
The weird thing was that after Leon'd gotten rid of his shirt, D hadn't been content to simply enjoy the view or appreciate a now shirtless Leon; he'd insisted on Leon putting on something else. Not quite a dress (although Leon suspected that was only because D knew damn well Leon'd rather be caught dead than in one of those dresses D was always wearing) but not something he'd ordinarily wear or buy for himself either. It didn't go with his jeans at all - so D'd sweetly suggested Leon remove those as well. Without so much as a hint of innuendo.
So now here Leon was, all dressed up, with D staring at him like Leon was some kind of present he could barely wait to unwrap.
“Why'd you make me wear all this stuff if you're just going to rip it off me in a few minutes?” Minutes, Leon felt, was being optimistic. Or pessimistic, depending. “I mean, isn't that rather pointless?”
He'd been served tea, of course, but he hadn't come here for tea and they both knew it.
D sighed. “You have no appreciation for true beauty.”
Nothing new there. “Hey, I think I can say I recognize it when I see it. Sitting in front of me drinking tea and everything.”
“Why, detective, I am sure I have no idea what you might be referring to. That is to say, since you refered to an 'it', it seems fairly clear your statement was not meant to imply that you find me beautiful, given that there can surely be no doubt in your mind as to me possessing a gender, as well as the bodyparts to go with it.”
Leon grumbled. D smiled. “But thank you for the sentiment, however inelegantly and inadequately expressed.”
“You're welcome. Now, can I get out of this thing without tearing anything?”
“Always in such a rush,” D murmured. “Simply have some patience, my dear detective, and I will be delighted to assist you.”