#(implied?)

then, you're back in the bathroom and trying on the second outfit. a formal dress that accentuates your figure. it's tight where you like it but looser where you prefer. those preferences came with a little higher of a price tag. you almost didn't buy it because of that, but you knew finn would want you to splurge on his dime.

so now you're stepping out of the room in a long dress that makes him shift in his seat, sitting up with his leg crossed over the other like he's studying you.

"...damn, okay." he laughs softly. a genuinely awestruck reaction that satiates something deep in you. "wow. i don't—i don't know what to say."

"you don't have to." you shake your head, though you would like to hear it. giving him a small spin, you hear him move to stand up before his hands rest on your waist. so soft, gentle, careful.

"of course i do." he eyes you up and down, hands following his gaze, "i'd be an idiot not to when you look like this. you look like a princess. it's unfair, really. this dress was just... made for you, huh?"

smiling ear to ear, you give a small nod before wrapping you arms around his neck and eagerly pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. like a way of saying, more of that, please.

"i kind of don't want you to change out of this one." he shakes his head, "wanna see you in this all night... can i? keep you right here, all for me?"

"you could... but the next one's better." you murmur, looking up at him like he holds the weight of the world in his eye. it's a promise he doesn't take lightly.

his eyebrows raise, "you got another?"

"two more." you nod back, "i have a feeling you'll like this one the most, though. c'mon, wait there."

you manage to get his hands off you with some reluctance, but he's quick to retreat back to the chair he's nursing. settling back, you take in the sight of him leaned back with his legs spread and arms crossed over his chest.

yeah, you definitely have to wear this one next.

the next time he sees you, he's transfixed. practically melting into his seat before quickly sitting up like he can't stand being apart from you for a second longer. like it physically pains him.

"you're... just look at you. i—you—fuck."

you're wearing nothing but thin garments that cover only the most intimate parts of your body. the rest is bare skin that shivers when you leave the bathroom, and spy his acute gaze right on you. intimidatingly attractive.

"you really got this today?" he shakes his head, still staring from the chair he's spread across, "spent my money on that? please say you did."

nodding back, you cross the room to be closer.

"mhm." you hum in agreement. he sighs audibly, running a hand over his face as he moves to stand. you shoot him a look, to which he pauses. now he understands what game you're playing.

"i haven't even shown it off yet." you tease, unable to hide the smile gracing your face. even in the heat of the moment, you can't help but be giddy.

"what, gonna give me a show?" he asks with a small laugh. he doesn't really mean it. so when you nod, his breath falters and he blinks blankly.

"well... okay. i'll never complain about that. uh, wow, okay. c'mere, angel." angel. that's a new one. he wants you that bad? well, he certainly looks it.

settling in his lap, his hands are immediate in finding your waist and pawing at it like he can't get enough. greedily, he pulls you in, just to feel.

perching your hands on either of his shoulders, you slowly lean in to press a kiss to his lips. the first of the night, and far from the last. he welcomes it like a breath of fresh air. taking and taking until it's too much, pulling away and pressing his forehead to yours out of exhilaration.

he's already fighting a bulge, pressing and prodding against the thin fabric of your lingerie. without layers of fabric covering you, it's hard to miss every little movement. it's erotic.

"i didn't know you were gonna get something like this." he murmurs, kissing at your jaw meticulously. when you gently tilt his head back with a hand in his scalp, he follows like a puppy.

"good. it would ruin the surprise if you did." you hum, offering a slow, steady grind along the growing bulge in his pants. he audibly groans and accomplishment fills you.

also the first of many things that'll do just that tonight. all you know is it'll be far from the last.

by the end of the night, he's sighing with complete and utter disarray, "we need to do this again. one of those little—fashion shows. you need to buy more of those on my card, like, tomorrow. please."

"well what did you think that last one was for?" you press a finger to his chest, beaming at the request. "i wasn't done with my fashion show."

at the reminder of the last outfit he didn't see, he shakes his head and smiles. beams, almost.

"on my god, of course you thought about that."

everything you do is on purpose. he's come to learn and appreciate that about you.