❝ God help my sentimental heart, and the deadweight it carries of your name. ❞
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Law looks at her face for a long while... there's something so very attractive about the threat that fell from her lips. How she'd spoken it..
"Please do.. he sounds like he deserves it.."
His pulse is going stupidly fast.
"I'll leave you to it then.. it is very.. short-- for a 'joke'. Seems to me like your boss has other motives"
But soon he stands at her back and goes for the sleeves, or lack thereof, to loosen the garment for her.
Clearing his throat a bit, before pushing the door in, not looking until he's given leave to.
"I can cut it off perhaps.."
Well, what do I know about dresses.. is it uncomfortable? Don't wear it if it's--
(A light bulb comes on inside his head)
(Frumpy maid's dresses shouldn't be difficult to fit into)
(He stares at her for a good few seconds, the press of her lips so close to his, still lingering on his skin)
(But a more or less stoic visage stays on as he steps close behind her)
Lead the way..
He's happy to see her, grey eyes taking in her face and form. "Three different renditions of Jingle-Bell-Rock have been playing back to back, mind rescuing me from this torture?"
A small fond smile sent her away.