Pretty
Blaise wasn't really
sure when he'd discovered how much better he felt in skirts then long pants. He
was almost certain it was linked to the fact that as a child his mother dressed
him in French knickers and actual wizarding robes. Really, if wizards used to
go around with no pants on under their robes (generations of witches would know
the answer to that, most likely), then a robe wasn't that far from a dress, was
it? When you thought about it. Which he had. Often. Cogitated on it most
profoundly, in fact.
But this was not a robe, or even in the slightest robe-like.
He turned his head, looking over his shoulder where Draco was lounging on his
bed, looking interested not interested in the cynical way he had of looking at
everything. Feline to a fault, that boy. Blaise smiled slowly, arms wrapped
around his chest before sliding his hands down his sides to his PVC-clad arse.
The miniskirt barely covered his crotch decently, hemline shockingly high and
black shiny plastic moulded to the curves of his ass and thighs. The shirt he
was wearing disguised the fact that he didn't actually have any breasts by
ruffling and suggesting rather then clinging and exposing the lie. A corset
gave his waist the correct shape. Garters held up the stockings he was wearing,
feeling oddly propped up by the high heels. Where Draco had even found these
things, he didn't know and wasn't sure he cared.
Though the lies he would have told his parents as to where the items were going
would have had to have been amusing to hear.
Yes, because he would certainly tell them that he's giving them to his
transvestite boyfriend. Boyfriend? Perhaps that denotes too much permenance,
attachment. Casual male fuckbuddy that he likes to give presents to would be
better wording, but I know...
He picked up the eyeliner and carefully started to outline his eyes, making
them bluer and wider then they really were.
"Are we going out tonight? Or staying in?"
The springs of the bed creaked as Draco sat up, eyes fixed on the pale inch or
so of skin between the tops of the stockings and the hem of the skirt. The
garters had small diamonte hearts fixed to the buckles, which caught the light
and glittered, a touch of deceptive elegance. Fake, as much as the pretty
ravenhaired porcelian girl standing in front of her mirror and putting her
makeup on. A very good fake...but open to exposure if you knew where to look.
"I want to take you out." Draco stood, walked over with a saunter as
open and sultry as a panther on the prowl. Elegantly shaped hands framed the
gentle curve inwards formed by the unforgiving stays of the corset, and
Blaise's hand faltered for a moment, lips still pursed as he paused in the
application of the indigo lipstick. The icyhaired youth rested his chin on
Blaise's shoulder, looking in the mirror. "I want to dance, and forget who
we really are." He bit Blaise's earlobe hard, leaving imprints of teeth
behind on the soft skin. "I want to fuck you in a stall at the club, and I
want them all to know they can't touch you because you're mine."
He stepped back, letting go of Blaise's waist and dropping his hands by his
side. Blaise wet his lips slightly, then finished swiping on the deep blue of
the lipstick. Not looking behind, but staring into the eyes he could see over
his shoulder in the reflection.
"As my lord Malfoy commands, then."
"Don't give me that, Blaise. You know I hate it."
"Collar me?"
Draco lifted a black velvet choker with a small pewter pendant of a dragon
attached and laid it against Blaise's throat as the other boy lifted his chin.
The dragon clutched a small cursive capitol B in its claws, wings spread and
tail curled beneath it as it lay under the hollow of Blaise's throat. The
silver-haired Slytherin quickly began to tie the ends of the ribbon into a bow,
long trailing ends curving down the bare skin of Zabini's back.
"Shall we go then, my lady?"
"As you will, kind sir."
Blaise turned, placing her daintily manicured hand in his and smiled
brilliantly.
She liked to be pretty. She wished she could be pretty all the time, but she
would just have to settle for some of the time.