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raisedbymoogles ([personal profile] raisedbymoogles) wrote 2018-11-24 12:49 am (UTC)

35. "You heard me. Take. It. Off."

"I - beg your pardon."

It had been long enough since the last time Sephiroth had been ordered to strip that obedience wasn't ingrained - and it didn't hurt that the woman issuing the order was eye-level with his sternum and a civilian to boot. "You heard me," she rapped out, seemingly with every expectation of obedience, which was playing merry hell with Sephiroth's instincts. "Take. It. Off. All of it. This instant."

"But," Sephiroth protested, long fingers twitching toward his buckle before he forces them down again. "This is highly inappropriate."

"I should say so." Night had her hands on her hips, surveying him with every indication of disapproval. "Look at what they've shoved you in! Can you even move in that?"

"Well enough..." But obedience was winning out; Sephiroth found himself shrugging out of his coat. He immediately regretted it when Night made a high-pitched noise, halfway between horror and outrage.

"Look at those chafe marks!" she exclaimed. "Oh, your poor skin. Out of that terrible contraption, you - I'll fetch out some ointment."

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