A Dress Fitting in Lilium
?Julianna, you?ve outdone yourself,? came Bryn?s delighted purr, a genuine awe leaving her tempting lips gaping at the conclusion of her praise. The Apprentice stood on a small pedestal before a trio of mirrors, unfeeling eyes fixed in appreciation upon the gown created for the occasion of the ViperFang Masquerade. As the aging seamstress knelt near her feet, pinning the hem of diaphanous petals, Bryn?s cold eyes watched the mirror?s mimic of her fingertips as they traced the pale pink lace of her boned bodice, tripping over the pearls and jewels dotting the provocative curves of her small, tightly-bound breasts. ?It?s perfect.?
?Why thank you, Miss Barron,? the seamstress replied, blinking repeatedly as she worked with the remarkably intricate detailing of the dress. ?A hundred hours and five fittings it took, but now it?s done in plenty of time for your party.?
The woman, burdened by the weight of many years, rose slowly and stepped back, her skillful eye assessing every aspect of the extravagant garment. Bryn, meanwhile, was as still as a portrait, the set of her brow and lips arranged in sultry delight as she continued to study her striking reflection in the gilded mirrors.
?There?s nothing left to do, my girl,? the seamstress sighed happily, content that her toil was complete, ?except hang it very carefully and wait for Saturday.?
?You?ve done a beautiful job. I?ll make sure your payment reflects that.?
?That?s very kind,? the woman replied. ?Here, let me help you take it off,? she offered, her hands moving to loosen the corset-style lacing on the back of the gown.
?That won?t be necessary,? intruded a male voice, the accent?s chilly refinement leaving little question as to the speaker. ?I?ll assist her.? Cinder stepped soundlessly through the door to Bryn's private quarters, his hands clasped with stately elegance behind his back.
The young necromancer's eyes followed him in the mirror, her prior pleasure succumbing to some darker sentiment, something that challenged her nearly insurmountable chill. Also within the glass, the seamstress met her gaze in silent protest, but she assented to Cinder?s request with a barely-perceptible nod. When she found her voice, it was gentle and without inflection: ?Julianna, you may go.?
?As you wish, Miss Barron.? It took only a minute for the woman to gather her essential tools and excuse herself, but those seconds were tinged with mysterious and compelling agony, the eyes of the two students locked relentlessly in reflection.
When the door shut behind the seamstress, the vampire?s refined and unhurried stride brought him to hover behind the extravagantly-adorned apprentice.
?What are you doing, Cinder?? she asked, her chin dipping slightly, her eyes torn momentarily from the mirror, hiding behind the veil of those long lashes. His hands brushed against the small of her back as they disturbed the corset laces.
?Just as I said I would do: I?m helping you undress.?
Inhumanly-strong fingers gripped the sturdy feminine laces, but instead of loosening them, he pulled them tighter - and tighter, and tighter, forcing the bodice to constrict painfully around her ribs and breasts, squeezing the breath from her lungs. A surprised and defiant whimper rode upon her shallow gasp, shock sweeping her features as she again met his eyes in the mirror, trembling now, struggling to draw a proper breath in tiny, jerking gasps.
And in the otherwise empty void of her gray eyes, passionate suffering bloomed, lively and wild, effecting an exquisitely-inelegant vulnerability.
Seeing this, the vampire leaned very close, his head dipping to position his lips immediately to the necromancer?s ear, his gaze washing appreciatively over petite breasts, achingly-constricted by the cruel corset, the young, firm flesh swelling generously over the low neckline. When he spoke, his breath was neither warm nor cold, merely melodic syllables sensually vibrating upon a perfectly-frail shell: ?Did you tell Iameth about what happened after your picnic??
Dizziness corrupted her vision, spinning the trio of reflections and granting a perilous sway to her figure, held firmly upon the pedestal by Cinder?s grip on her garment. Lips, parted in futile gasps and swollen by a rush of passion - fear, lust, and other unspeakable emotions - managed to mouth a response, the silent reply emphasized by a frantic shake of her head.
?What?s that?? Cinder goaded her with icy detachment, subtly increasing the pressure.
?No,? Bryn managed in a whimpering whisper, shimmering darkness edging her vision.
The Mage released the tension on the corset laces, one arm curling around her frightfully-brief middle to keep her from collapsing as she began to greedily suck small, panicked breaths. Even as she slumped against him in relieved exhaustion, his fingers were busy loosening the gown, gradually peeling the fine lace from the pale flesh beneath. ?Then how was he able to mention it to me yesterday??
?I don?t know,? she replied between trembling, grateful breaths, her eyes closed as she waited for the dizziness to recede.
When the bodice was completely unlaced and the girl had regained some of her shattered composure, steel-strong hands upon her sharp hips guided her to face the darkly-tranquil intruder. With the return of her control, the spark of life was already draining from her eyes, leaving them still and vacant. He lifted the dress, the magnificent creation of pearls and beads, lace and jewels, layers upon layers, over her head and retreated to lay it, with little ceremony, across a nearby chair.
Cinder looked back, calmly assessing his fellow ViperFang, naked save for damp lace panties, silk stockings, and impressive heels, the arms shielding her bare breasts more for chill than modesty. He was pleased with her - with her answers, her appearance, her manner - though this manifest in his smooth features as mere neutrality.
As he turned toward the door, he offered one final glance in her direction, his visage in profile as he spoke, softly, ?It is a lovely dress, my dear.?
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