Asks from the heart

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ask questions from the heart: the original flavor Finally! You can ask all the questions about matters of the heart, love, and romance that have been burning that hole through your curiosity. Ask away! Delve deep! Nothing is off-limits! Except for that. RULES ○ Comment with your character. ○ They're asked love-adjacent and related questions!

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[endof_theline]

I'm not buttering you up. I'm being serious. You're absolutely stunning- and I'm really glad they make you feel like you are.

[ That's how he gets treated all the time. Sometimes Bucky wonders if Jessica forgets how out of time he's been too- or maybe she just doesn't let him wallow in it. The onslaught of information she throws at him often gives him an out of brain experience. ]

We didn't really have crotchless panties back then, and garter belts looked very different, at least for the every day woman.

[assholic]

[She doesn't forget, but some part of her thinks if she tosses a load of info at him, she can give him time to mull it over instead of trickle-feeding it to him. That way, if he has questions, he can come ask.]

Would you like me to get some crotchless panties?

[endof_theline]

[ Maybe her way is actually best, but it still feels like a lot sometime, and his brain doesn't even process half of it cause he gets stuck on the most shocking thing. ]

I kinda like taking them off of you all the way. But if you wanna try it, we could.

[assholic]

For home play, full panties are good. If we're being dirty little shits out in public, then crotchless is better. Less to push aside when you need to be in me.

[endof_theline]

Yeah, those would've been real handy at the beach. But I also like yanking your panties aside to be in you. You're sexy as hell either way.

[assholic]

Not gonna lie, I liked that too. But hey, I have a shit wardrobe, you have a shit wardrobe, and I have too many empty spaces in my drawers and closet, so we can fill it up with sex shit.

[endof_theline]

Maybe I could move more of my stuff into one of the drawers. Unless you'd rather it be the sex shit.

[assholic]

Nope. I've just been waiting for you to be more comfortable with the idea. Here's me, trying not to be pushy.

[endof_theline]

You know I don't think you're pushy.

[assholic]

[She cupped his cheek and gave it a light pat, smiling at him.]

I know. That's one of the things I love about you.

[endof_theline]

...Am I being pushy?

[assholic]

Not even a little. You're my sexy grumpy tortoise.

[endof_theline]

[He laughs, squeezing her arms a little.]

Now I'm a tortoise??

[assholic]

Mm. Slow moving old man tortoise. With a great... shell. So hot.

[endof_theline]

I don't even know what you're talking about anymore, but at least I'm still on the hot list.

So. One clothes drawer one sex drawer?

[assholic]

Two clothes drawers, one sex drawer. And half my closet. Final offer.

[endof_theline]

Half the closet? I don't have enough clothes for that!

[assholic]

Yeah, well, neither do I. And maybe we'll have to change that. Get you some spiffy sexy suits. More than two pairs of jeans- which isn't a dig. I only have three.

[endof_theline]

Is that your thing? Seeing me in suits?

I dunno if I can pull that off anymore. My left is always too tight.

I can get more jeans, though.

[assholic]

I'd like to see you in at least one and see if it's my thing.

And that, my sexy leftie, is what bespoke stores are for. You're not the only person with alteration needs.

[For similar or different reasons; missing appendages, or accident or birth defects that required alterations. They happened. And those individuals could still bling out.]

More jeans. Sweats. Oh god, please get sweats.

[endof_theline]

Yeah, I know, but- I don't like those places. They get all touchy-feely with you. They ask a lot of questions.

But- I can try and find something that works.

Sweats? Really? Well damn, I'll go get more sweats.

[assholic]

Good ones don't. But the touchy thing... you mean about the measuring? Because if you're that uncomfortable with it, I can get them to let me do that so it's not a stranger touching you.

[Compromise. She was the queen of it.]

Oh, yeah. Grey sweats, not black or white. Grey.

[endof_theline]

Yeah, I guess- the measuring and just how they probably run their hands all over you. They're so not gonna let you do it instead.

[As if that would be such a hardship for her.]

Why grey?

[assholic]

Ah. Well, from what I understand having to get fittings for dresses for some of Trish's events, it's to lay the fabric right and see if it pulls. It's why they get you to move so much during one. See what catches. And if you want a really nice slick suit that fits you, they'll have to adjust for your body movement. But we can also just go off the rack if you'd prefer. I want you happy more than I want you gussied up.

[Her life was so tragic. Don't make her have to fondle her husband on top of it.]

It's a thing. Maybe you should google it.

[Cheeky smirk.]

[endof_theline]

I don't know. Maybe the one off the rack might be easier. But I want it to be something you find sexy.

[He will google it.]

All I see are ads for Old Navy and Fabletics...