Fic- The Problem with Period Costumes
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cornerofmadnessHad time for one last Halloween fic. Let's see this year, two darkly funny Halloween stories and now one smutty one...you think I could have worked in scary!
The Trouble with Period Costumes
D M Evans
Disclaimer - so not mine, no money made, all rights belong to Mr. Whedon et al
Rating - FRMAO
Time Line - Post NFA./Chosen
Pairing - Dawn/Connor
Summary - It’s Halloween and time to have fun
Author’s Note - This was written for the smut_69 challenge using the prompt ‘corset’. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.
“I don’t know how I got talked into this costume.” Dawn fussed with the corset of her gown as she dodged a pair of trashed ghosts careening their way back to the frat house’s bar.
“Talked? You were the one who said, ‘let’s get costumes we can wear to the big Scoobie reunion’ at the Rennfest that Xander and Andrew keep pushing for.” Connor traced the upper margin of one of Dawn’s soft breasts, bulging from the corset. “I like your gown. At least you don’t have to wear tights.”
“I’d trade you the corset for the tights,” Dawn shot back, tugging on the bottom of the corset as a Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered past with a big hungry grin cast her way.
Connor leaned over and kissed her. “Not a chance. I couldn’t fill it out as nicely.” He nuzzled her neck and Dawn gently shoved him back.
“I still can’t believe you tried to talk me into tucking a shotglass in my cleavage so you could show your mad skills with quarter bounce.” Dawn backed him against a book case that was filled with anything but books; mostly the stereo equipment that filled the frat house with dance music mixed in the holiday silliness. Some fake spider webs tumbled down on Connor’s face.
“You never even gave that a chance.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Besides, I might have been so distracted by envying the glass its place that I could have missed.”
Dawn ran her hands through his soft hair, picking an acrylic web out of it. “Everyone else would have appreciated that since you totally beat the pants off them. Look at you, not even drunk.”
“I’d have to miss a bounce to get a drink...which really should tempt me.” Connor pouted. “I’m not a good Irishman.”
“You’re too competitive.” She stole the fake sword Connor wore as part of his costume and swashbuckled after Jack Sparrow who had returned, trying to get her attention.
He grinned, rescuing Jack and reclaiming his sword. “And who was whipping me along so we could win the scavenger hunt?”
“Hey, your brothers were giving out a good gift,” Dawn protested, running her fingers along his fake sword.
“I feel like we cheated. Bring three names off the headstones at the cemetery, such a no brainer. We didn’t even have to go and look.” Connor pulled her closer, dancing his fingers up the laces to her corset.
“Well, I hear the next two games are either bobbing for jell-o shots or a few rounds of suck-me-blow-me.” Dawn gave his sword a more suggestive stroke. “Or we could go home early.”
Connor flashed one of his wide, Jack-o-lantern grins. “Shall we m’lady?” He offered Dawn his arm.
“Lead on, m’lord,” she grinned.
Connor led her out of the crowded party. It was only a short walk from his home to his frat house. He had chosen not to live with his brothers for three important reasons: One, demons had a tendency to come for him; two, his keen sense of smell, the frat house smelled funky; three, his superlative hearing, there were just a lot of things he didn’t want to overhear every night. “I think you look great. Can’t wait to see the pic-spam Ricky will hit us with tomorrow,” Connor said, touching one of the long curls Dawn had put into her hair.
“And you look so sexy.” She pinched his butt.
Connor snorted. “These tights make my legs look like licorice ropes.”
Dawn nearly doubled over laughing. Connor stopped walking until she could breathe again. She flailed for his arm, trying to stand up straight again. “Next year...go as a Twizzler.” she gasped.
Connor scowled. “Don’t make me go back to the party and trade you in for a girl who won’t mock me.”
Dawn kissed his cheek. “Good luck.”
Connor wagged his head. “I’m so glad you love me.”
“Does it help that I think you look sexy? Though, you should have gone for the cod piece.” Dawn gave him a once over, her eyes lingering in codpiece territory. “It would have been more authentic to your costume.”
“Oh yes, by all means the tights aren’t bad enough, let’s draw all eyes there.” Connor blushed fiercely.
“Well, at least it’s the one part of you that’s not little and skinny,” Dawn said with a salacious grin.
“Dawn!” Connor thought his face might just catch fire from the blush. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“What can I say? I could have skipped the party tonight and played with you and a little chocolate.” Dawn beamed, running a hand over his side.
“Hmmm, sounds nice but then I wouldn’t have had the fun of putting you into and peeling you out of that corset.” He caught her in his arms and carried her up the steps to his front door.
Dawn slipped her arms around Connor’s neck as he fussed with the door. “And you didn’t even want to take a night off. See what you would have missed out on? Good boozy fun and me in a corset.”
“It just made sense to me that demons would pick tonight to go nuts,” Connor said, carrying her across the threshold before setting her down.
“Nope, according to Giles they consider that tacky.” Dawn rubbed up against him.
“Strange creatures.”
Dawn ran a hand down her side outlining the corset for him. She went up a couple of the wooden steps to the second floor then paused. “We already knew that. Tonight was fun but honestly, I’ll be glad to get this corset off.”
“And I’ll be glad to help,” Connor assured her.
Dawn smiled coquettishly at him as she gathered her skirts in her hand and jogged up the stairs to their bedroom. Her fingers went around her slender back trying to undo the knot to the corset laces as she walked into the bedroom. Connor stilled them, turning her in his arms.
“Uh-uh.” He wagged a finger. “Let me.”
Dawn looped her arms around his neck again as he loosened the knot and eased the corset apart just a hair, just enough to slide it down a bit, exposing her nipples. Connor caught one with his lips, sucking and teasing, the lace of her bodice collar tickling his cheek. His fingers massaged her back, easing the corseted skin as his mouth lavished her breasts with licks, kisses and nips.
Connor lifted Dawn up and laid her on the bed and she nearly disappeared behind the hoop skirt and gown. “Hmm, conquering my fair lady is a little trickier than I first thought...unless I-”
“If you think I’m doing this with my skirts over my head....” Dawn struggled up then giggled.
“You do look a little silly with that hoop sticking up like that,” Connor said, helping her get up so she could get the hoop skirt off.
“No, I’m laughing...well, let’s just say that now I see why men don’t wear tights.” Dawn gestured to his straining erection.
Connor flushed, taking a step back. He kicked off his boots and tried to tear the tights down. Period clothing might look nice but it was damned impractical. Connor helped Dawn out of her hoopskirt and satin underskirt. She took off the velvet gown and laid it neatly over the dresser so not to wrinkle it before helping Connor out of his doublet.
She skimmed a hand down his bare belly. “That’s much better.”
“Much, much,” he said, cupping her buttocks. Connor lifted Dawn back onto the bed, flickering his tongue between her breasts. He trailed down her midline before circling his tongue over her clitoris. Dawn moaned, draping her legs over his shoulders as Connor teased wet heat from her with tongue and fingers.
Dawn moaned, writhing under him, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Need you,” she whimpered, twisting on the bed so she could reach the night stand. Connor let her go so she could find the box of condoms. Opened package in hand, Dawn twined around him, mouths meeting hungrily as his hands went back to their explorations of her body. She slipped the condom on over his rigid cock.
Connor nuzzled Dawn as he sank into her. She smelled faintly of her perfume, of beer and cigarettes from the party and the sweet scent that was her. His own lips tasted of salt and oysters from her. Dawn’s body felt so warm and giving under him. Connor had never considered himself a lucky man, not until he met Dawn. Maybe fate was saving up his luck for him for just this thing.
All he was aware of as he thrust in and out of Dawn was that finally he felt loved unconditionally. There was nowhere else he wanted to be and woe to anyone trying to hurt her. Dawn’s arms held him tight as he shuddered his way to a climax, and for a long time afterwards.
She pushed his damp hair back off his cheeks, smiling. “I think the tights really did something for you.”
Connor laughed lightly. “Be that as it may, I think I’ll trade this costume in for some Robin Hood leather breeches for the Rennfest.”
“With all the mostly bare boobage you’ll get to see at the fest, that might be for the best. Tights are not a man’s best friend.” Dawn nipped his collar bone. “And trading in for something different sounds good, something without hoop skirts. How am I supposed to get that into a portapotty?”
“It’s good to be a boy. No worries there.” Connor rubbed a thumb over her nipple. “Change all you want...just keep the corset.”
The Trouble with Period Costumes
D M Evans
Disclaimer - so not mine, no money made, all rights belong to Mr. Whedon et al
Rating - FRMAO
Time Line - Post NFA./Chosen
Pairing - Dawn/Connor
Summary - It’s Halloween and time to have fun
Author’s Note - This was written for the smut_69 challenge using the prompt ‘corset’. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.
“I don’t know how I got talked into this costume.” Dawn fussed with the corset of her gown as she dodged a pair of trashed ghosts careening their way back to the frat house’s bar.
“Talked? You were the one who said, ‘let’s get costumes we can wear to the big Scoobie reunion’ at the Rennfest that Xander and Andrew keep pushing for.” Connor traced the upper margin of one of Dawn’s soft breasts, bulging from the corset. “I like your gown. At least you don’t have to wear tights.”
“I’d trade you the corset for the tights,” Dawn shot back, tugging on the bottom of the corset as a Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered past with a big hungry grin cast her way.
Connor leaned over and kissed her. “Not a chance. I couldn’t fill it out as nicely.” He nuzzled her neck and Dawn gently shoved him back.
“I still can’t believe you tried to talk me into tucking a shotglass in my cleavage so you could show your mad skills with quarter bounce.” Dawn backed him against a book case that was filled with anything but books; mostly the stereo equipment that filled the frat house with dance music mixed in the holiday silliness. Some fake spider webs tumbled down on Connor’s face.
“You never even gave that a chance.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Besides, I might have been so distracted by envying the glass its place that I could have missed.”
Dawn ran her hands through his soft hair, picking an acrylic web out of it. “Everyone else would have appreciated that since you totally beat the pants off them. Look at you, not even drunk.”
“I’d have to miss a bounce to get a drink...which really should tempt me.” Connor pouted. “I’m not a good Irishman.”
“You’re too competitive.” She stole the fake sword Connor wore as part of his costume and swashbuckled after Jack Sparrow who had returned, trying to get her attention.
He grinned, rescuing Jack and reclaiming his sword. “And who was whipping me along so we could win the scavenger hunt?”
“Hey, your brothers were giving out a good gift,” Dawn protested, running her fingers along his fake sword.
“I feel like we cheated. Bring three names off the headstones at the cemetery, such a no brainer. We didn’t even have to go and look.” Connor pulled her closer, dancing his fingers up the laces to her corset.
“Well, I hear the next two games are either bobbing for jell-o shots or a few rounds of suck-me-blow-me.” Dawn gave his sword a more suggestive stroke. “Or we could go home early.”
Connor flashed one of his wide, Jack-o-lantern grins. “Shall we m’lady?” He offered Dawn his arm.
“Lead on, m’lord,” she grinned.
Connor led her out of the crowded party. It was only a short walk from his home to his frat house. He had chosen not to live with his brothers for three important reasons: One, demons had a tendency to come for him; two, his keen sense of smell, the frat house smelled funky; three, his superlative hearing, there were just a lot of things he didn’t want to overhear every night. “I think you look great. Can’t wait to see the pic-spam Ricky will hit us with tomorrow,” Connor said, touching one of the long curls Dawn had put into her hair.
“And you look so sexy.” She pinched his butt.
Connor snorted. “These tights make my legs look like licorice ropes.”
Dawn nearly doubled over laughing. Connor stopped walking until she could breathe again. She flailed for his arm, trying to stand up straight again. “Next year...go as a Twizzler.” she gasped.
Connor scowled. “Don’t make me go back to the party and trade you in for a girl who won’t mock me.”
Dawn kissed his cheek. “Good luck.”
Connor wagged his head. “I’m so glad you love me.”
“Does it help that I think you look sexy? Though, you should have gone for the cod piece.” Dawn gave him a once over, her eyes lingering in codpiece territory. “It would have been more authentic to your costume.”
“Oh yes, by all means the tights aren’t bad enough, let’s draw all eyes there.” Connor blushed fiercely.
“Well, at least it’s the one part of you that’s not little and skinny,” Dawn said with a salacious grin.
“Dawn!” Connor thought his face might just catch fire from the blush. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“What can I say? I could have skipped the party tonight and played with you and a little chocolate.” Dawn beamed, running a hand over his side.
“Hmmm, sounds nice but then I wouldn’t have had the fun of putting you into and peeling you out of that corset.” He caught her in his arms and carried her up the steps to his front door.
Dawn slipped her arms around Connor’s neck as he fussed with the door. “And you didn’t even want to take a night off. See what you would have missed out on? Good boozy fun and me in a corset.”
“It just made sense to me that demons would pick tonight to go nuts,” Connor said, carrying her across the threshold before setting her down.
“Nope, according to Giles they consider that tacky.” Dawn rubbed up against him.
“Strange creatures.”
Dawn ran a hand down her side outlining the corset for him. She went up a couple of the wooden steps to the second floor then paused. “We already knew that. Tonight was fun but honestly, I’ll be glad to get this corset off.”
“And I’ll be glad to help,” Connor assured her.
Dawn smiled coquettishly at him as she gathered her skirts in her hand and jogged up the stairs to their bedroom. Her fingers went around her slender back trying to undo the knot to the corset laces as she walked into the bedroom. Connor stilled them, turning her in his arms.
“Uh-uh.” He wagged a finger. “Let me.”
Dawn looped her arms around his neck again as he loosened the knot and eased the corset apart just a hair, just enough to slide it down a bit, exposing her nipples. Connor caught one with his lips, sucking and teasing, the lace of her bodice collar tickling his cheek. His fingers massaged her back, easing the corseted skin as his mouth lavished her breasts with licks, kisses and nips.
Connor lifted Dawn up and laid her on the bed and she nearly disappeared behind the hoop skirt and gown. “Hmm, conquering my fair lady is a little trickier than I first thought...unless I-”
“If you think I’m doing this with my skirts over my head....” Dawn struggled up then giggled.
“You do look a little silly with that hoop sticking up like that,” Connor said, helping her get up so she could get the hoop skirt off.
“No, I’m laughing...well, let’s just say that now I see why men don’t wear tights.” Dawn gestured to his straining erection.
Connor flushed, taking a step back. He kicked off his boots and tried to tear the tights down. Period clothing might look nice but it was damned impractical. Connor helped Dawn out of her hoopskirt and satin underskirt. She took off the velvet gown and laid it neatly over the dresser so not to wrinkle it before helping Connor out of his doublet.
She skimmed a hand down his bare belly. “That’s much better.”
“Much, much,” he said, cupping her buttocks. Connor lifted Dawn back onto the bed, flickering his tongue between her breasts. He trailed down her midline before circling his tongue over her clitoris. Dawn moaned, draping her legs over his shoulders as Connor teased wet heat from her with tongue and fingers.
Dawn moaned, writhing under him, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Need you,” she whimpered, twisting on the bed so she could reach the night stand. Connor let her go so she could find the box of condoms. Opened package in hand, Dawn twined around him, mouths meeting hungrily as his hands went back to their explorations of her body. She slipped the condom on over his rigid cock.
Connor nuzzled Dawn as he sank into her. She smelled faintly of her perfume, of beer and cigarettes from the party and the sweet scent that was her. His own lips tasted of salt and oysters from her. Dawn’s body felt so warm and giving under him. Connor had never considered himself a lucky man, not until he met Dawn. Maybe fate was saving up his luck for him for just this thing.
All he was aware of as he thrust in and out of Dawn was that finally he felt loved unconditionally. There was nowhere else he wanted to be and woe to anyone trying to hurt her. Dawn’s arms held him tight as he shuddered his way to a climax, and for a long time afterwards.
She pushed his damp hair back off his cheeks, smiling. “I think the tights really did something for you.”
Connor laughed lightly. “Be that as it may, I think I’ll trade this costume in for some Robin Hood leather breeches for the Rennfest.”
“With all the mostly bare boobage you’ll get to see at the fest, that might be for the best. Tights are not a man’s best friend.” Dawn nipped his collar bone. “And trading in for something different sounds good, something without hoop skirts. How am I supposed to get that into a portapotty?”
“It’s good to be a boy. No worries there.” Connor rubbed a thumb over her nipple. “Change all you want...just keep the corset.”
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