Leather or Silk
Palia Jel x GN reader
Jel’s hands are surprisingly gentle as he maneuvers you, tilting your head this way and that, lifting one arm then posing the other. He’s almost completely silent other than the occasional hums of satisfaction or tuts of dislike.
It was easy to slip into this comfortably quiet routine with the designer. After you first arrived you had clicked with him instantly, your friendship blossoming slowly but in such deep and profound ways. Often you'd find him gazing out at the lake late at night and you'd slip a pretty flower or a snack into his hand when you joined him.
Now, months later, you were in and out of his store more often than Tish or Reth as he used you as his personal and private model, your bond tighter than anything you could have imagined.
He shakes his head, soft strands of hair slipping down to cover his face and you reach out to brush them away without even thinking. Both of you pause, his eyes wide behind his pink-tinged glasses. You freeze, face warming as you realize how intimate your movement was, Jel’s ears slowly darkening as well.
The slip of silky fabric falls from his fingers and before you can even apologize, his hand is on the back of your neck and his lips are on yours, stealing the breath out of your chest with the tender kiss.
“I've been wanting to do that since the first stitch I sewed on you.” he breaths out, his face flushed “I'm not quite sure what came over me.” he jerks away, brushing his hand down the front of his vest “I apologize for that.” Jel looks away, shame clear on his face “Hey,” you reach out and grab his hand “Why are you apologizing? Do you regret it?” he presses his palm to his chest in astonishment “Regret it? Absolutely not! I simply shouldn't have pushed myself on you like that, it was inappropriate and ungentlemanly of me.” you let out a choked laugh, moving to cup his cheek “I'd be okay with you being more ungentlemanly again.” his cheeks darken, if it was even possible for him to blush any harder.
You lean up and press your lips to his again and he melts against you, hands pulling you closer, ghosting over your waist then settling on your back, warm and steady.
When you finally part you're both breathless “Does this mean you'll wear my pin?” his words are hesitant and unsure, you just smile and kiss him again “I'll wear it proudly.” you can feel the tension dissolve out of him and he lets out an audible sigh of relief “I don't know what I would do if my muse said no.” Jel drops his head down on your shoulder, his face warm against the bare skin of your neck.
