This is outrageous, she thought to herself. What kind of woman would let herself be caught dead in a getup like this?
Maria is a woman who calculates every possible risk before making her move. When she bet against Kadin at cards, she deemed the chance of seeing him in a skimpy fireman's outfit worth the risk of having to show herself in a playboy bunny outfit. However, a worthwhile risk is a risk all the same, and the cards decided that she would be caught alive in that exact getup.
She stepped out of the changing room, heralded by the clack of her high heels- thank God she at least knew how to walk in heels- and sarcastically struck a pose, not bothering to wipe the irritation from her face. While Kadin laughed up a storm, she noticed Hector... remaining silent, taking in the sight with a soft grin. When his river-blue eyes met with hers, she looked away reflexively.
"You might as well take a picture. It'll last longer."
"Good idea!" Hector chimed, digging around in his pocket.
"You- That wasn't an invitation!"
Hector sulked in light disappointment as Kadin fell out of his chair laughing.
When they all had composed themselves again to leave, Maria returned to the changing room to remove the costume, but she hesitated to put it back on the rack. The way Hector was looking at her... it wasn't the worst feeling.
She's had stray thoughts about him before. About taking his scruffy white hair in her hands, about how tall he was- 6'6", nearly a whole foot taller than Maria if she stood up straight! They'd joked before about fucking to relieve the emotional tension between them, but... she started to really consider it now, and she has the feeling Hector is too.
...She slid the clothes into her purse. No sense spending money on such a big gamble- If he isn't interested, it'll gather dust in a cabinet for the rest of her life.
So now, she's sitting on the couch of her and Hector's flat, in full playboy bunny costume, waiting for him to walk through the door.
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Sitting in anticipation with nothing else to occupy her, Maria's thoughts linger on her garb. The leather bodysuit hugs her form, not choking her, but not letting her relax fully, either. The fishnet stockings feel uncanny on her, and the wrist cuffs shuffle when she moves her arms. Most of all, though, the ears keep flopping into her field of view, and she's this close to just-
"Heyyy, Maria! I didn't know you liked bunny rabbits so much!"
Maria jolts back to the real world as Hector closes the door and leans in over the arm of the couch, bearing an innocent grin. She scrambles back on impulse, inadvertently giving him an eyeful of an indecent angle. "You-" She clears her throat and leans against the opposite armrest, resting one leg inward. "No, I couldn't care less for rabbits."
"Planning on going to a costume party, then?" Hector takes a seat across from her.
"Of course not. You really think I'd waltz out in public in this?" The difference in attire between the two is stark- Hector is still in his casual outing look, a white sweater and light skinny jeans with some blue sneakers.
Hector grins, and the whimsical undertone to his voice disappears in an instant. "Then what in the world are you all dressed up for?"
Maria opens her mouth, but her words aren't there. She looks into his eyes- sealing her own fate- and shivers. Hector's own gaze is locked on her. Not on her body, on the outfit, or what little is left to his imagination, but on the blush spreading through her face and the words behind her eyes.
"Well?"
At last, she musters a sentence. "It's for myself."
"I don't think either of us believe that lie. Care to try again?"
She goes silent again, drawing her legs close together to hide herself. His eyes were still trained on her, unflinching, like a vast ocean calling her to its depths. To drown in him. It was taking all of her better judgment to resist, and even that was a losing battle.
"...To feel attractive."
Each word she picks is spoken with tactical effort. She can't risk making herself too vulnerable, but if she's too cold... she'll lose this opportunity. She takes another look at Hector, tearing herself away from focusing on his eyes. He's... Smiling at her. Warmly.
"As fun as trying to tease it out of you is, this back and forth isn't going anywhere. So..."
He leans in. Not domineering, still giving her enough room to get up, but making his intentions clear as crystal. Maria's heart starts to hammer.
"Want to blow off some steam with me?"
Maria is a woman who calculates every possible risk before making her move. But after he'd been dangled in front of her as long as it's been, always just out of reach, joking about it every time, all to lead up to this moment...
In an instant, Maria pulls Hector in for a deep kiss. Just as quickly, Hector pushes back, pinning her against the sofa and taking control of the kiss. She resists his reversal, but her efforts become plainly half-hearted as he gropes her through the leather bodysuit. She settles in under him, focusing on holding back her whimpers instead.
A few long and passionate seconds later, Hector rises off of Maria and lets her sit up before pulling her into his lap and pinning her legs open with his own. Maria bites her lip and leans back into Hector as he redoubles his fondling- stroking her inner thigh, massaging her breasts, and trailing his hands just around her stiffening prick. She feels his own cock press against her ass, and takes the opportunity to grind back into him. She may have lost dominance in this instant, but she isn't giving up quite yet.
All of a sudden, Hector takes hold of her by the jaw, leans into her ear, and nips at her, squeezing a surprised squeak out of Maria. "Enjoying your massage?"
The whisper rocks her core like a violent sea. "Just... just don't stop..."
"If you insist." He chimes playfully before trailing down and biting the base of her neck.
"Aagh- ghaahh... Hectorrr..." Maria breathes out his name, grasping for his arms to anchor herself in him. Her focus shifts from trying to regain control to retaining her senses as Hector's focus remains fixated on making her come undone.
"Careful with all that noise, Maria." He rises back to her ear. "We're pretty close to the door, and it's far from soundproof. What if someone hears your moaning?"
She shivers. "D-don't say things like that!" She meets him with her own whisper, albeit sharper.
"Really? You'd rather make all the noise you wanted until someone barges in and sees your pretty body on display like this?" He tugs at a floppy bunny ear to accentuate his point.
"No! I'm not a shameless... I wouldn't let anyone else even look at me dressed like this!"
Hector takes hold of her chin and tilts her so she can look into his eyes.
"So you want to be all mine?"
