“Keep your hair on, I’m coming!” Dorian called in answer to his doorbell. Yawning widely, he groggily pulled on a black bathrobe, ignoring as Felix jumped from a cat tree and climbed onto his head as he was putting on his glasses. The doorbell continued to chime until he grabbed the handle and opened it none too gently. “The hell do you…?”
“Mornin’ Dorian,” Reina smiled, slyly. His eyes slowly registered what he was looking at as Reina looked him up and down. “Nice look. Get a little hot during the night?” Dorian looked down at his opened chest and sighed. “You gonna let me in or what?” He moved aside to let her in, shutting the door behind her and yawning again. “You not gonna close your robe?”
“There’s not really much point now, is there?” he shrugged, going to scratch his head but scratching the kitten instead. “Besides…it’s nothing compare to opening the door with a cat on my head…I think it might be Felix….” Felix mewled and swatted at Reina as she reached to grab him. “Hey, play nice….”
“Feisty little guy, isn’t he?” Reina giggled, holding Felix close. He was still swatting at her fingers but made no moves to squirm out of her grip. “So, you’ve just admitted defeat to being embarrassed that you’re just gonna be shirtless?” Dorian shrugged again. “Alright then…and it’s nice to see you in glasses….”
“I usually try to wear my contacts,” he admitted. “Just…you came a lot earlier than I had expected so I didn’t get the chance to put them in. Doesn’t really fit the persona I have at school, though, do they?” He gestured to a door at the back of the entry hall. “Kitchen’s down that way if you’re hungry or thirsty. You can head up and I’ll come and find you when I’ve gotten ready.”
He hadn’t really expected her to be at his place this early on a Saturday, probably because he wasn’t an early riser but he wasn’t really that surprised. They hadn’t discussed a time that she should come over, and there was no way she’d guess that he liked to sleep to almost noon on Saturdays. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail after putting in his contacts, Dorian felt like he wasn’t really willing to put his usual effort into getting ready for the day and headed upstairs to his room. While he knew he’d just told her to head upstairs, he hadn’t really expected to find her sitting at his desk with Felix in her lap and Gizmo playing with her feet. “Didn’t think you’d be in my room….”
“Felix led me here,” she said, holding up the kitten. “We were playing, and he ran off and how can you say no to this adorable face….” He smiled at her and shook his head. “I’d assume these two like playing together.”
“That sounds about right,” Dorian muttered, leaning against the doorway. Reina looked him up and down again.
“So,” she began, “this is what you look like when you’re not going anywhere….”
“When I don’t have time to get ready, yeah,” he corrected. “You mind moving? I need to get into my desk for a few things.” She did as he asked, moving to sit on his bed as he started to rummage through drawer after drawer, finding a pen, notepad but not his tape measure. “Glad you decided to show up. Thought I could’ve run you off….”
“I’ll admit that I was caught off guard by a few things yesterday,” she admitted. “But when I asked you to do this for me, I wasn’t going to back out…at least without telling you.”
“I admire your dedication,” he said, finally finding his tape measure. “Finally…never can remember where I put this damn thing….” Twirling his pen between his fingers, he set the tape measure before leaning over his desk and scribbling a few starting things. “The only place to start is taking your measurements, so I can know what I need to do. It’s usually better to get those without your clothes, but….” He didn’t get the chance to finish his thought as he heard the soft sound of clothes hitting the floor behind him. Against his better judgement, knowing exactly what he was about to find, he turned around and fell back into his chair.
Reina had stripped down to her underwear, hands on her hips as she looked at him proudly. “Jesus Christ, woman….”
“What?” she asked. “You said it’d be better if I took my clothes off, so I did.” He could feel her cheeky smile on him as he turned towards his desk. “Like what you see?”
“That’s irrelevant,” he started, letting out a heavy sigh. “I still could’ve gotten your measurements with your clothes on….” This is one of those moments where Dorian knew that he was being tested on his sense of decency and morality, but he was not going to bend that easily…not without a ton of struggle, though. Planting his hands firmly on the desk, both of his kittens bolting from the room at the noise, Dorian took deep, measured breaths before standing up straight. “I’m going to need you to be as still as possible unless I ask you to move, got it?”
He spun around on his heel, tape measure in hand to meet Reina’s cocky smirk. “What’s that look for?”
“Think you can control yourself, Croxton?” she smirked. Dorian snapped the tape in his hands with the most determined look he could possibly have.
“If I don’t, you have my full permission to just deck me,” he promised. With that, he went to work, keeping the utmost focus on the task at hand. Every measurement, he moved to the notepad to scratch down the values.
“You look like you want to say something,” Reina teased as he measured her waist.
“Do I?” She raised an eyebrow at him as he sat down to see what he still needed. “Maybe I’ll tell you when I’m done…grab your hair so I can get your shoulders, please.” She did as he asked and waited patiently as he sat down and looked over his notes again. He flipped through the pages of numbers, feeling Reina peaking over his shoulder…and desperately trying to ignore her actually pressing against him.
“So you just need to get my bust, bust point and inseam?” she asked.
“Bust and inseam, I can get,” Dorian explained, trying with all his might to not turn his head right into her chest. “But the bust point is your job.”
“Why?” Dorian turned just enough to give her a sideways glance. “What?”
“Unless you want to strip down further, I’ll leave it to you,” he suggested. He stood back up and moved towards Reina who had stepped back.
“You're breathing a little heavily,” she noted.
“Psyching myself up,” he admitted. “Could you hold your hair up?” Dorian had never experienced instant regret in quite the way he did as she did as he asked. It was the kind of position that the degenerate half of his mind was absolutely loving, but his sense of decency was fighting back. “I just need to get it done…just get it over with….” Reaching around her back, he brought his hands around her chest and couldn’t avoid his eyes widening. “Jesus Christ….”
“Why thank you, Dorian,” Reina giggled. He could feel an immediate heat rise to his cheeks as he wrote down the number.
“I mean,” he stammered, his brain tripping over itself as it tried to figure a way out of this. “I just…I mean…I’ve got nothing. Got a good figure?” She burst out laughing which only furthered to increase his embarrassment. “Can we forget about this?”
“Forget? Never,” she chuckled. “Keep it between us? Absolutely….”
“That’s probably the best I’m going to get,” he sighed, tossing her the tape measure. “See what you can figure out for the bust point, and I’ll get it down.” He sat down at his desk, listening to Reina mumbling behind him. “You know…I might also need to measure your feet….”
“What the hell for?”
“To get the best fit for your shoes,” he explained. “I’ll give you those so if you ever need new shoes, you can get the best fit.” There was a noise of interest from Reina before she spoke up again. Unfortunately, what she said didn’t register with Dorian until he’d already written it down.
“Looks like nineteen centimeters.” Dorian absentmindedly scribbled the number down before his mind caught up with what she’d just said. “No reaction this time?”
"I’d rather not and keep at least some of my gentleman’s reputation,” he muttered, grabbing the tape back from her and kneeling. “Let’s just get this done, and we can get to the rest of everything. Feel free to just kick me in the jaw if you think I’m getting to fresh.” Getting the inseam and her feet went without incident so Reina got dressed as Dorian rested his head on his desk. “You’re really something else Reina…you know that, right?”
“I try,” she smiled, pulling her tank top over her head. “Man, I’m starving…wanna get something to eat?”
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