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"Oh my God," Kade murmurs when Susan shows up at his door, knocking briskly. It's quiet, practically subvocal, but she can still make out the words distinctly. He wipes his hands on his trousers and extends one. "Susan Pevensie. Hi! I'm Kade. Kade West."

"I know," she says, glancing at his hand for a moment and then shaking it. "You're our tailor. I'm afraid I've been delinquent in introducing myself." She's been busy, but in the wake of all of the Mansion's most recent spat of strangeness, she decided it was high time that she conspire to meet him. She needs some sort of change-up to her days, which have become rather routine and increasingly feel uninspiring. Not that she wants more Mansion-driven mischief, just that... it was nice, to have a little adventure, once she set her worry for Lancelot to the side. "But you worked wonders for Lancelot's wardrobe."

A bright grin flashes across Kade's face as he takes in her pointed tone. His teeth are extremely white and, frankly, unsettlingly straight. "You want I should give you a makeover, too?"

Susan glances down at herself. She's back in mourning black, one of her everyday dresses. It feels more comfortable than color, sometimes, but... in truth, she misses being eye-catching. "If you'd be so kind," she says, briskly. "I haven't got a particular look in mind. I'll try whatever you think might be interesting."

Kade's smile broadens. "You're giving me a blank check?"

"I shan't wear it if I don't like it."

"Of course, of course," Kade says, and opens his door wide. "C'mon up. Tell me about your Worlds. I'll get you all sorted out."

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Three days later, Susan decides she might as well try debuting the first outfit Kade selected. It's all black, so it seems a good gateway to the more colorful options, especially as she's not convinced of trousers - she's ever so used to the skirts and garters and stockings she defaults to day after day. And, she finds, as she checks the outfit in her mirror, it's strange to wear a top with meagre built-in supports but no brassiere. The red heels he chose, though... those, she loves. He'd recommended curls and a bold lip with this look, but she doesn't like the fussiness of curling her hair and instead leaves it loose and smooth down her back.

She can't deny that she looks phenomenal. The trousers, though they feel uncomfortably tight, look flatteringly as if they're painted on. She has, delightfully, gained some weight since arriving here, especially now that she's off her grief diet, and her figure is truly striking. The top is on the verge of indecent, with a low neckline and sleeves that fall off her shoulders, and she considers throwing on the jacket Kade suggested just for some degree of modesty across her decolletage... but that would go against her purpose of trying something exciting and different and new. So she shrugs, leaves the jacket on the edge of the bed, pats the spot where usually she would have her pocket and her notebook, fetches a handbag so she might still carry her notebook along with her (she wants a change, but that's no reason to be unprepared!), and sets out, Regina at her heels.

Susan has no way of knowing this, but anyone who's been to Earth after the late 1970s will recognize that Kade has put her in a perfect recreation of Sandy's greaser outfit at the end of Grease.



People who will find this hot and/or striking and/or familiar in some way are obviously welcome, but also anyone who wants to touch base after the AU days and/or meet Regina are encouraged to tag in too!

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[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet grins again, wider and sharper and with an edge of wild delight about how fast Susan reacted. "Yes, I did mean you. Well-spotted."

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"I am an acquired taste," says Susan, obviously unbothered by this fact. "Though I daresay you've acquired it."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"I've acquired it happily," Janet says. "And it's like expensive cheese. I think everyone who hasn't acquired it is missing out, but I'll keep the secret if it means there's more for me."

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Susan gives Janet a soft, fond look, and then eases Regina to the ground so that she can kiss her more easily.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet might pretend at apologizing to Regina for taking her throne from her, but she's occupied. She meets Susan's kiss with enthusiasm, both hands settling purposefully at her hips.

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It's something about these clothes, perhaps. Susan isn't typically given to public displays, even with no-one else around, but this feels as natural as anything. She curls an arm around Janet's shoulders, fingertips playing with the edge of her sleeve, deepening the kiss gradually.

[sorrowandsorrow]

The novelty of it still hits Janet occasionally when she's kissing Susan -- the fact that she's getting used to this specific woman, this specific mouth, the focused way she kisses. Susan's not methodical, but she's thorough. She always makes Janet want to rise to meet the occasion. Right now, she's making Janet shiver, then muster all her own focus to kiss her as intently as she deserves, hands firm at either side of her waist. She doesn't like holding onto other people. It's a vulnerable position. With Susan, she doesn't mind it half so much.

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By now, Susan is licking into Janet's mouth, practically plundering the taste just beyond her lips. It's a studied kiss, intent, seeking something deeper; she curls her fingers through the belt-loops of Janet's trousers to draw her inexorably closer.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet goes with the tug -- that's not something she usually likes, either, going where and when she's directed to by someone else. But she steps in, and she lets her lips part and her tongue meet Susan's.

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Slowly, carefully, trying not to break the kiss, Susan takes one step backwards, and then another, until she's got herself crowded against the wall.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet gets the picture, and efficiently. She pins Susan neatly to the wall with her weight, a thigh between her knees, and she grins a little in a split-second pause from one kiss to the next at the novelty, again, of Susan in pants.

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Susan sighs happily into the next kiss. The texture of the trousers lends an interesting friction to their movements - both more slippery than skirts, and yet with more drag. She threads her fingers through Janet's and then presses the back of her hand against the wall, too, just above her head.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet presses closer, taking the momentum to pin Susan's hand to the wall more decisively, to shift the angle of her thigh between Susan's legs. Her other hand, she slides into Susan's hair -- that's a little bit novel, too, her hair all loose, silken where Janet winds it around her fingers and gives a light tug.

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With a quiet noise that might just be a particularly firm exhale or perhaps a happy sigh, Susan tilts her head back, more hair sliding over Janet's hand.

[sorrowandsorrow]

That's a good, good sound. Janet pulls again, firmer and with more clear intent, and then once more such that Susan's throat is bared to her and she can lean down to suck a slow bruising kiss into the slope of it just beneath her ear.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan lets her eyes drift closed, curling one hand around the back of Janet's head, digging her fingers through her growing-out hair, holding her against her.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet sinks into it, slow and heated kisses down the curve of Susan's shoulder. There's so much shoulder to get her mouth on, and she's always liked how Susan is so responsive, how it's easy to tell when she likes something. She stops there, at the edge of Susan's top, and then straightens to grin at her. "Do you want to get out of here?" If nothing else, she should probably not distract Susan too much when her cat is still loose.

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The "yes" that Susan gives is a breathless one, almost embarrassingly so. She refuses to let herself be embarrassed by it though, punctuating it by using her grip on Janet's hair to tug her head back a little and kiss her, possessive and intent. She runs her other hand down Janet's side. "Where to?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet laughs, almost as breathless, and shifts the thigh she has between Susan's legs just a little, enough for another deliberate application of friction. "My room's a Susan-friendly zone."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Perfect. Let's," says Susan, on a sharp exhale and with a quick, fierce kiss. She releases Janet reluctantly in service of the relocation. When Janet pulls back, she'll see that Susan already looks thoroughly rumpled.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet leans back a little to give Susan a thorough once-over, both because she deserves it and because she knows how much Susan will like it. Then she breaks into a wolfish grin. "Need to relocate the cat first?"

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"I suppose," Susan sighs, aggrieved. "Is this what Gideon meant by edging?" The point of the question is mostly to try and get a laugh out of Janet, and she asks it as she leans down to lift Regina up. "Come along, little miss, let's sort you out quickly."

[sorrowandsorrow]

It works -- Janet laughs, practically a cackle. "Oh my God," she says with delight, absentmindedly giving Regina a scratch between the ears now that she's at chest-height again. "Do I need to supervise when you two talk?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"If you'd like," says Susan, setting a brisk pace down the hall so she can deposit Regina in her room. "I can only imagine the conversation would be... fascinating."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"You and Gideon? Absolutely." Janet strolls just as briskly behind her, enjoying the view. "She's a real brat. I like her."