knife_bender | MHA #2 | Tuesday Evening

"I love you," Annie told him, smiling as her shoulders relaxed a tiny bit, "and honestly, you're the only person welcome to perv on me in this thing."

She didn't really feel like telling him about the guys who'd catcalled her at the stadium. That didn't seem like it would accomplish much other than confirming the obvious.

"But yes, I would love help," she added, reaching out to steady a hand on his shoulder. "These things are like fucking stilts."

"Well now that you've given me permission, I'm going to do it at a lot," he joked, placing a hand on her waist to keep her steady. "Did they give you reasoning for the boots being that tall?"

"No, but I would imagine it's probably similar to the reason this is cut as high as it is," Annie noted, unable to keep from blushing. "Because I have nice legs."

Plus walking in heels accentuated her ass even more. It was all sort of...of a piece.

"You do have nice legs," Diego agreed, looking down at them now that they had been mentioned.

Annie smiled, carefully shifting so she could pose with one leg out a little for him (and keeping that hand on his shoulder for steadiness.) "At least those are real."

The hair was fake, her eyelashes were fake, her breasts were a whole thing, and this bodysuit had somehow produced a tiny waist out of Annie's straight up-and-down figure. But at least her legs were all her own, yes.

Diego took the chance to slide one of his hands over her thigh, really appreciating this aspect of the new uniform at least. "Just double checking to be sure."

Annie's smile widened just slightly. "I know I made you promise to hate it, but it's okay if you don't," she offered, shifting her thigh under his touch. "I just -- I would wear this for you, you know?"

She just sort of objected to wearing it for the whole world.

"I mean, it's tacky as hell," Diego said, having to get up on this toes slightly to give her a kiss. "But you look very good in it."

He wasn't exactly thrilled with her having to wear it in public either, though.

Oh, God, that was so cute that it almost made it worth it.

"Thank you," Annie said, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and trying not to feel weird about being so, so tall. "It's at least kind of comfortable, too, aside from the boots."

And the, you know, crippling self-consciousness that she was doing her best to ignore.

"Wow, you mean you're capable of taking a deep breath in it?" he asked.

Annie went so far as to demonstrate, even. "Look at that. All the deep breaths I want."

She paused, slanting a look at him, and then carefully reached up and pulled the zipper on her uniform down several inches. "'Course, Vought wants me taking deep breaths like this."

Again with the trying not to think about how this whole thing made her look. It was one thing to tell that Diego liked it, and to find things she liked (like the gloves, and full lung capacity.) It was another to actually consider all the reasons Vought was making her dress like this, and the message Annie herself was sort of...endorsing, by going along with it all.

Yeah, he could see why Vought would want that. He did know that there was some sort of super bra or something under there because, look, he was pretty much an expert on Annie's breasts by now and knew how she usually filled a shirt.

Still, it was very nice to look at.

"That zipper goes very far down," he said. "I mean, I'm not complaining right now, but I'd rather be the only person who gets to see it."

"That's kind of how I feel about the whole thing," Annie sighed, leaning into Diego a bit as she carefully peeled off one boot.

And then dropped a solid six inches in height once she could stand on her bare foot, wincing as she tugged off the other boot to throw it near its mate. "Like, don't get me wrong -- I'm glad you appreciate me in this thing." And honestly, his attention might help her feel a little better about it. "I just don't love...people who aren't you seeing me like this."

Like. Normally she barely even showed her collarbones.

"I know," he said, this time getting to lean down to kiss her. "I'll get some clothes from your place for you to wear back to New York later."

"I love you," Annie told him again, slipping her arms around his waist and already feeling more comfortable in bare (or, well, stockinged if not bare -- she was actually pretty grateful for the tights in this uniform) feet. "I'm stealing one of your shirts for now, though."

Oh no, anything but that.

"I'll let you keep one of my shirts, if you want," he said with a smile. "I should probably keep some clothes in New York anyway."

He had definitely learned his lesson about under packing last week.

"I do want. I would love that," Annie told him, smiling widely at the idea. It would be really nice to have something of his with her in New York, in her giant, lonely apartment. And it certainly wasn't a secret how much she missed him, even if she was still trying a bit to pretend things were better than they were, and that she wasn't lonely all the time.

And look, her feet hurt, but she was going to go up onto her toes to kiss him one more time before pulling back. "I got really used to it just being walking distance between our apartments." Because yeah, neither of them was really succeeding at this packing thing, considering Annie had packed a little bag and then had left it behind when she was running late.

"It was really convenient," he said, taking her by the hand to lead her to the bedroom. It was probably a good thing he hadn't bothered to get changed for date night yet.

"I mean, portals are convenient," Annie had to admit, padding along with him even as she was eagerly reaching up with her free hand to gently start working the pins holding her wig in place. "If you were some super-hot guy who lived in Maryland in my universe, this would have involved a flight."

So, you know. It wasn't ideal, but it could be worse, right?

"That is a great point." He honestly didn't know how their relationship would be if they had to do long distance like normal people.

He gave her an amused look when he saw what she was doing. "I'm sorry, I still can't believe they make you wear a wig."

Annie gave him a look in return, at least waiting until they reached the bedroom before she tipped her head over and pulled it off.

Her actual hair was pinned up, as she had said, in a little bun at the back of her head, and as soon as Annie had tossed the wig onto the nearest surface, she was tugging off her gloves so she could work those pins out.

"I feel like I'd understand it better if it was a different color from my actual hair," she noted, sighing. "But I just feel like a doll or something. Maeve doesn't have to wear a wig."

"Well, at least if someone grabs your hair in a fight you can escape?" Not that Annie was getting into too many fights these days. "And you'll really confuse them."

"Like a lizard," Annie said thoughtfully, actually considering that. "All right, I like that reasoning. I'll pretend that's why Vought's doing this."

Even though it was, you know, transparently not at all.

"I get to wear my old one for Believe Expo in a couple weeks," she added. "Because it's 'family-friendly.'"

Which just sort of drew a line under how the bodysuit was...you know, not.

"Yeah, this is the direct opposite of family friendly," he said, brushing his fingers against the zipper of the bodysuit. It had been taunting him since she walked in the apartment.

Annie smiled as she glanced down, taking a step closer once her hair was free of itchy, pointy bobby pins. "So maybe I can convince them to make this the special-occasion one?" she suggested hopefully. "I do like that the zipper has a star."

Vought totally understood her branding, and it was kind of cool? It was just less cool the way they were determined to put that branding on as little fabric as possible.

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