girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[ caitlin wants to move into felicity's closet right now, please and thank you. don't get her wrong, she's grateful that she has work clothes for both jobs and others for her very brief amounts of downtime, but she very much misses her wardrobe at home.

she's looking over the other two dresses when her friend comes back. ] That is... I think that's perfect.

[ it's a color she would absolutely pick out for herself. simple, but elegant. ] It's something I would have bought for myself, if I was, y'know, allowed to do that without having to get permission.

[felicity has a ~~husband~~ boyfriend that sends her things he wants to see her in and she obliges that so very willingly because the sex is amazing. it's quite a partnership, no one has feelings, why are we talking about feelings? on top of the wardrobe she builds for herself, ezio ensures that most of what's red in felicity's collection comes from him.

but the dress caitlin chooses is perfect.]

If you ever want to go shopping? Let me know. I can always get out of work and if it's just that you need permission for something, you are free to drop my name for clothes, food, moving around the Up. Don't hesitate, okay?

[this place is truly awful.]

I may have to take you up on that. [ not that she's making future plans. it's just one date and one that she wasn't even really expecting. caitlin typically makes sure she's prepared, but it's more a 'being realistic' thing rather than being hopeful. she's still ignoring the idea of the quota and the fact that it might be better for her to become comfortable with a few people instead of just winging it. ]

The shopping thing, I mean. There's still some people who won't deal with an unescorted Submissive, despite the fact that permission is supposed to be enough.

[ it's more the high-end places, places that she probably shouldn't bother with, not until she saves up more money. but something something about dying hard. ]

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Supposed to be. I just.

[She makes a 'grr' sound and a face to go with it before sighing.] I'm sorry, Caitlin. It's awful here. It's good to find someone who'll help and let you just. [She waves a hand.] Do things. I know you know Ray. Palmer? He's here, he's one of my submissives. The other is a guy named Eli... [She trails off as she realizes she's going to have to talk to Eli about Caitlin.] Not all contracts are sexual and ours isn't. He just does his own thing. Says he's going to pay me back, but I put it aside so he gets it back if something happens to me.

How are you doing for money?

[ caitlin can feel that frustration. it's visceral, running down to her bones. part of her wants things to be easy, to just contract with someone to make this all a bit more bearable. but when has she ever chosen the easy path? especially when it's something like this, something that goes against the very fiber of her being. ]

I'm okay. The clinic pays well, the bar pays okay and the tips help. Money isn't an issue right now.

[ right now. because that could always change at a moment's notice. ]

[Money isn't an issue, but she knows what it's like when you're not allowed to buy things without permission or wander freely without permission.

It's an impulse, but she nods at her friend.]

I think you should keep the dress. It's gonna look much better on you than it ever did on me.

What?

[ she’d been rubbing the fabric of the skirt between her thumb and forefinger, testing it. feeling the weight and flexibility, trying to imagine how it would hang on her once she gets it on. the statement gives her pause, the material slipping from her grasp. ]

Felicity. I... I can’t take your dress.

Of course you can.

[it's not like she didn't have another dozen dresses in the closet for every occasion, plus she'd seen the way Caitlin's eyes had lit up when she'd seen it. the color really was perfect for her and it was something that she knew her friend would get use out of. it was definitely time to part with the dress and Caitlin was the perfect person to gift it to.

excited and feeling good about her decision now that she'd made it, she bounced a little on the balls of her feet.]

I think it'll look good on the floor of his room.

[yeah, she follows it with a wink.]

[ she sputters at the remark, turning a suitable shade of red to the tips of her ears. little did felicity know just how close she and steve had come to skipping the dinner or pretense of a date back in the caves. they'd both been hit with... something there, and both had held on to their last ounce of self-control to keep from going further than they did. ]

It's not like that. He's... [ her face lights up, though now it's less the blushing and more... something deeper. ] He's a gentleman. And not in the fakely chivalrous doing-it-just-so-women-appreciate-him way.

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