Closed Post: The Three-Date Rule

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Maybe it's some kind of character growth, or something, that Janet can admit to herself she's a little bit nervous. It's embarrassing, but it would be stupid to pretend otherwise. It's also bizarre, because she hasn't been nervous about a date since she was a first year at Brakebills and Sebastien from the five-zillion-generations-of-magic family asked her out. (He turned out to be a dick. Quelle surprise.)

Anyway. The point is, she's kind of nervous, because Susan is meeting her here in T-minus not that many minutes, and this is undeniably date number three, and Janet's not supposed to give a shit about how it goes, but she can also admit to herself that she really wants it to go well. She blow-dried her hair, for Christ's sake. That was the first blow-dryer she'd seen in years, but apparently the mansion could tell she needed one. She's still in jeans, but they're nice ones, dark wash and everything. Her blouse is wine-red and off the shoulder. Basically, she's taken the whole date night thing to heart.

She's in one of the nicer lounges, one with some atmospheric exposed brick and expensive-looking furniture. There's a bottle of what she's about ninety-seven percent sure is real Fillorian wine on the table in front of her, along with two clean and empty wineglasses. There are no words on the label of the bottle, but there is a sigil of two rams' heads, which makes her irritable and nostalgic at the exact same time. Her legs are crossed, ladylike as hell, and her boots are freshly polished.

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"Takes one to know one." Janet sets a hand at Susan's waist again, feeling out the curve there, then walks it up to cup her breast through that bra. Her hand's not even big enough, which is dizzying along the same lines as the sheer volume of hair at play. "Is this what you normally have going on under your clothes? Or is it just a special occasion?"

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"Yes," says Susan, inhaling sharply at Janet's touch. It's a little put-upon; as her chest expands, her breast presses more heavily against her hand. She clarifies: "The bra is new."

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"It's... incredibly hot," Janet says, laughing a little at her own lack of eloquence. "Victoria's Secret, eat your heart out." There's only one way to compete: she reaches behind herself to unclasp her own bra and then let it slide off her shoulders until she can throw it the way of the rest of her clothes.

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Susan doesn't know what Victoria's Secret is, but she can put together context clues into some sort of conclusion. There are more important things at hand. For example: Janet's breasts. Susan props herself up on one arm, tracing the slight swell of one with her other, running her thumb over Janet's nipple, a little roughly.

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Janet doesn't gasp. She's not a gasper. But she does hear the little hitch in her own breath, and she does slip her hands inside where Susan's dress is draped open, slipping her palms up her back in search of the clasp on that comparatively much more elaborate bra.

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The clasp is a regular one, and Janet should have little difficulty with it when she finds it. If, that is, she can remain on-task - Susan is curving up further so that she might suck a kiss in the tender spot where Janet's collarbone meets her shoulder.

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Janet fumbles exactly once, because she is distracted, and because it's just that little bit harder to get those things open when you're doing it backwards and on someone else. "Fuck," she says, with something a couple of steps to the left of a breathless laugh, and then she has it, and Susan's bra is coming loose, too.

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It pops from Susan's shoulders and down her arm, her breasts falling free from their lacy cage. She lets it fall, curving up higher so that she can kiss a little lower down Janet's chest.

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"Your Majesty," Janet says, plucking that bra away so she can throw it, careless and impatient, the way she's thrown all her own clothing across the room, "your tits are completely insane." She arches into Susan's mouth, encouraging.

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"They are, aren't they," Susan says, and it is only the present (sexual) context that has her pairing the words with a lascivious smile rather than a complaint of the associated back pain she often gets. She runs her thumb over Janet's nipple again, and grazes the spot she's been kissing lightly - experimentally -with her teeth.

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Janet shivers, her breath catching again, and for that moment she's quiet, hanging onto Susan by her shoulders and remembering to let herself actually enjoy this. A second later, she's rising up, hopping back to her feet to stand on the bedroom floor in front of Susan and pin her with an intent look, hands on her hips. "Okay, show me how the rest of this pinup girl lingerie comes off."

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"Would you like me to tell you, or would you like to try and master it yourself?" Susan asks, taking advantage of Janet's distance to shrug off the rest of her dress and cast it in the direction of all their other clothes - she thinks both approaches could be rather fun.

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Janet narrows her eyes and turns the question over in her mind exactly once. She smirks. "This time, you tell me. Next time, you make sure I was paying attention."

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"There's several things you can do." Susan rises up, pulling Janet into a fierce kiss, during which she takes hold of Janet's hand and guides it to the small of her back. "The latch here undoes the entire belt," she says, punctuating her words with kisses along Janet's jaw again - this time, the other side of it. "That undoes the whole affair, except for my pants." Then she moves Janet's hand to the suspenders, so she can feel the attaching mechanism there. "This releases the stockings alone. I like it when the suspenders are snapped against my thighs." Thanks for that discovery, Liu Mingyan! Perhaps she ought to tell Janet she can just remove her underwear, if she likes, by briefly unhooking and then re-attaching the suspenders? No, she shan't - she shall just show up one day with the garter belt and stockings on, and no underwear on at all.

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"You like it when the--" Janet laughs, a low sound, surprising herself with it. She flexes her fingers against Susan's skin, which is so warm. "Okay, we're going to have to do this more than once," she says. "There's too much ground to cover, and you know as well as I do that rushing things is a recipe for disaster. I'm penciling you in for a fourth date already." With that, she slides her hand to that latch Susan showed her, the one that undoes the entire belt, and -- just to show off -- flickers her fingers in another tiny spell, one to make it fall open just as the knot on her dress did.

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"I do enjoy having a full social calendar," Susan says, shivering a little as the belt loosens and falls partway down her legs, drawing the tops of her suspenders with it. She curves a hand over Janet's cheek and leans in for a kiss that edges into a sweeter thing than she usually goes for with Janet.

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Janet sinks into that kiss, and she even lets it be slow and sweet, her mouth moving carefully against Susan's. You could almost call it chaste, except her hands fall to Susan's thighs, fingers spread, and then she curls her hands and pricks Susan's skin with just the tips of her nails, still kissing her.

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There's the quietest little catch of air in Susan's throat at the sound, and she pushes her hand back until she's cradling Janet's head with it, fingers spread, pushing through her hair. She deepens the kiss then, running her other hand down the warm skin of Janet's back, feeling the little creases slowly fading where her bra band dug into her back and the dip of her waist; she stops at the curve of Janet's ass and the brush of her lace underwear, and tucks her fingertips just under the waistband.

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This sound might technically qualify as another laugh, but it's low, and it's muffled into Susan's mouth. Janet steps forward, still standing but pressing right up between Susan's legs at the edge of the bed, and pushes the kiss into something deeper, more open. She grips Susan's thighs tighter, deliberate.

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Susan lifts one leg, carefully, and hooks it around the back of Janet's. She's still in her stockings - they've only been dragged down a little ways - and she runs the textured edge against the back of Janet's shins.

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A delicate, precise little shudder goes all the way through Janet. She flexes her fingers against Susan's skin again, then walks the fingertips of one hand lightly up the inside of her thigh, deliberate but without hesitation.

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Susan's eyelashes flutter. She leans into Janet's touch for a brief, delirious moment, and then - even though it separates them for a moment - sinks back down onto the edge of the bed, careful to keep her legs over the edge of it so that Janet can work the stockings off of them, if she likes.

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That's an easy invitation to accept. Janet's hands linger where they are for a second, but then she's sliding Susan's stockings off her legs, efficient but not hurried about it. Too slow, and she'd feel like she was in a cheap porn; too fast, and she wouldn't even get the chance to appreciate the moment as she has to crouch to finish pulling each one off. She grins up at Susan. "Okay, I see the appeal."

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Susan sees no reason to be precious about her own beauty. "They're fantastic, aren't they?" she asks, reaching up toward Janet, wanting to draw her to her.

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God. Janet really likes Susan. If this whatever-it-is goes up in flames half as humiliating as the last one, she's becoming a fucking nun. She goes at Susan's prompting, fitting herself back between Susan's legs and slipping a hand back into the hair at the base of her skull to kiss her, this one intent and purposeful from the first touch of her mouth to Susan's.