New York AU: Policeman's ball

[sliceitwithwind]

When Dilan knocks on Aya's door to pick her up he's dressed up. Which, in his case, means geta and tabi, silk hakama, and dress kimono. He looks good but very. Very not. Er.

He looks very good. He's got a small box under one arm, and waits for her to open the door.

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[mitochondriaaya]

"Ah, so, I've only permission to raid the comfy shirts." she chuckled, tucking her head against his neck. "I see how it goes."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yes, yes indeed. No raiding shirts that will make us uncomfortable." He reaches up to pet her hair.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I don't think your button ups are uncomfortable." she countered. When he was wearing them anyway. "But alright. Tee it is."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I have tender skin." he LIES. Like a lying thing!

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yes, I've noticed" she laughed and trailed her fingers down his side. "I'll steal another shirt later then"

[sliceitwithwind]

He laughs and curls around to kiss her.

[mitochondriaaya]

She couldn't help but grin really. Well, that and reach up to drape the trailing kimono sleeves over his shoulders, tickling all the way. "You wait, one day you'll actually be looking for a particular shirt and...yep. I've got it. Took it with me on a case or something."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I can live with that." Dilan says, tugging her closer - even if the limo is warm. She's soft where it counts.