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Title: The Wonders of Lace
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexiness XD
Word Count: 537
Characters: Orihime, Tatsuki and Ishida
Summary: Set in the future. Warnings for Tatsuki in a dress.
“Can I take this thing off YET?”
It was getting dangerously close to the deadline and two more outfits still needed to be altered. They most certainly didn’t have time to deal with prissy models right now.
“NO, now stand still before I skewer you with pins, dammit!”
Tatsuki shot Ishida a dirty look (though she wanted to snicker at the sight of him knelt at her feet with pins braced between his teeth). Orihime was on her other side, fixing how the fabric laid over her shoulder.
It was Ishida and Orihime’s final year of college and the Formal Spring Fashion Show was the highlight of their potential future careers. Each student in their class had to create four male and four female outfits that would be displayed before every fashion critic this side of Tokyo. Ichigo (taller than the average male though not as freakishly huge as Sado) took their request with a graceless grimace but willingly set aside time to be their model. Tatsuki- the only average sized female they knew well enough to ask –tried anyway she could to get out of it. It took Orihime’s threatening tears to make her cave.
They were in the process of finishing Orihime’s designs. All of Ishida’s dresses were quick and elegant with open areas and the most mobility. Thinking of Tatsuki in anything frilly, constricting and any more feminine did painful things to his head.
With one last adjustment to the train, Orihime stepped back. “There! Well, Ishida-kun? Doesn’t she look beautiful?”
Taking it all in, he was fairly speechless. “Er… yeah, actually.”
Tatsuki snarled. “You sound so surprised.”
He was. This one out did all of Orihime’s other designs- folded material wrapped around Tatsuki’s shoulders and the tiny belts cinching her waist. The skirt had a curved slit up one side, from the back of one heel up to the front of the knee and a foot of layered material trailed out on the other side.
If it wasn’t for that pissed off look and still boyish haircut, Ishida could’ve sworn this was a true-blue woman he was looking at.
“You can stop what your thinking right the hell now, Uryuu.” Turning to her best friend, Tatsuki’s glare turned into a pout. “Can I take this dumb thing off NOW, Orihime?”
“Yes, Tatsuki-chan, you can take it off now.”
Watching Tatsuki undress was not an event unfamiliar to Ishida. But watching the dress slip to the floor with a bare whisper and seeing her in a laced corset made his eyes bug.
“WH-WH-WH-WHYAREYOUWEARINGTHAT??”
“This thing?” Tatsuki asked with a grimace. She pulled at the top, paranoid at its lack of straps. “Orihime said it’s about the only thing that wouldn’t show in that stupid dress.”
“And you look good in it, too!” The other girl protested, wrapping Tatsuki’s waist in her arms. “I bought it because I knew you’d look good in it!” She pressed them together tightly, hip to hip, breast to breast, and gave Ishida a sly look. “Don’t you think so, too? Ishida-kun?”
Ishida’s mouth worked wordlessly.
Tatsuki grinned and placed a kiss on Orihime’s head. “I should wear this sort of stuff more often. I think I broke his brain.”
Title: The Wonders of Lace
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexiness XD
Word Count: 537
Characters: Orihime, Tatsuki and Ishida
Summary: Set in the future. Warnings for Tatsuki in a dress.
“Can I take this thing off YET?”
It was getting dangerously close to the deadline and two more outfits still needed to be altered. They most certainly didn’t have time to deal with prissy models right now.
“NO, now stand still before I skewer you with pins, dammit!”
Tatsuki shot Ishida a dirty look (though she wanted to snicker at the sight of him knelt at her feet with pins braced between his teeth). Orihime was on her other side, fixing how the fabric laid over her shoulder.
It was Ishida and Orihime’s final year of college and the Formal Spring Fashion Show was the highlight of their potential future careers. Each student in their class had to create four male and four female outfits that would be displayed before every fashion critic this side of Tokyo. Ichigo (taller than the average male though not as freakishly huge as Sado) took their request with a graceless grimace but willingly set aside time to be their model. Tatsuki- the only average sized female they knew well enough to ask –tried anyway she could to get out of it. It took Orihime’s threatening tears to make her cave.
They were in the process of finishing Orihime’s designs. All of Ishida’s dresses were quick and elegant with open areas and the most mobility. Thinking of Tatsuki in anything frilly, constricting and any more feminine did painful things to his head.
With one last adjustment to the train, Orihime stepped back. “There! Well, Ishida-kun? Doesn’t she look beautiful?”
Taking it all in, he was fairly speechless. “Er… yeah, actually.”
Tatsuki snarled. “You sound so surprised.”
He was. This one out did all of Orihime’s other designs- folded material wrapped around Tatsuki’s shoulders and the tiny belts cinching her waist. The skirt had a curved slit up one side, from the back of one heel up to the front of the knee and a foot of layered material trailed out on the other side.
If it wasn’t for that pissed off look and still boyish haircut, Ishida could’ve sworn this was a true-blue woman he was looking at.
“You can stop what your thinking right the hell now, Uryuu.” Turning to her best friend, Tatsuki’s glare turned into a pout. “Can I take this dumb thing off NOW, Orihime?”
“Yes, Tatsuki-chan, you can take it off now.”
Watching Tatsuki undress was not an event unfamiliar to Ishida. But watching the dress slip to the floor with a bare whisper and seeing her in a laced corset made his eyes bug.
“WH-WH-WH-WHYAREYOUWEARINGTHAT??”
“This thing?” Tatsuki asked with a grimace. She pulled at the top, paranoid at its lack of straps. “Orihime said it’s about the only thing that wouldn’t show in that stupid dress.”
“And you look good in it, too!” The other girl protested, wrapping Tatsuki’s waist in her arms. “I bought it because I knew you’d look good in it!” She pressed them together tightly, hip to hip, breast to breast, and gave Ishida a sly look. “Don’t you think so, too? Ishida-kun?”
Ishida’s mouth worked wordlessly.
Tatsuki grinned and placed a kiss on Orihime’s head. “I should wear this sort of stuff more often. I think I broke his brain.”
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Date: 2005-04-02 09:07 pm (UTC)