kinkfest | Dragon Quest VIII (Angelo/Jessica)

Title: A Need for Compromise
Author/Artist: harrowed_corky
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: One slightly whiny Templar
Summary: Shopping trips are never really fun.
Word count: 435 words
Disclaimer: Dragon Quest VIII belongs to SquareEnix.
Prompt: Dragon Quest VIII - Jessica/Angelo: Costumes - "All right, Angelo. Now YOU dress up for ME."

The annual Argonian Bazaar was packed with the usual crowds looking for rare goods they could find nowhere else. It was not the sort of place Angelo normally would have minded. He liked the bustle of crowds, particularly when there were so many beautiful women in them. What he didn't like at the moment was the idea of being humiliated in front of so many witnesses.

"No." His determination not to make a scene was fading rapidly, and he wished he had known ahead of time that some idiot with an alchemy pot had set up shop here. "We are absolutely not buying that for me."

"Why not?" Jessica asked.

"Because it's utterly ridiculous," he said and hoped Jessica would let the matter drop.

"No, it isn't. It's lovely."

Angelo glared at the offending Angel's Robe. "It's pink."

"It looked good on you," Jessica said.

"Please don't remind me."

"I didn't hear you complaining during the quest."

"Because at the time it was the best armor I could get my hands on." He turned his glare on her, and she crossed her arms and glared back. "You might have noticed I chucked it back into Trode's alchemy pot as soon as I got the opportunity."

"Really, Angelo, don't be difficult," Jessica said in a warning tone. "I did let you buy me a Dancer's Costume, after all."

"That's different," he said, but now he couldn't meet her eyes, and he knew she knew victory was at hand. "You actually do look good in that."

She leaned close and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. "I know," she said. Her hands were warm on his shoulder and her breasts pressed soft and yielding against his arm. "I wore it for you because you like it, didn't I? And now I want you to dress up for me in something I like. And I like this."

Her breath tickling the side of his neck was distracting, but he still managed to say, "Jessica, I'm not - "

Mid-protest, her teeth closed on his earring and gave it a tug that went straight through him and made his snug breeches uncomfortably tight. He stopped protesting, too busy mentally cursing the bazaar for being far too crowded and having no place nearby he could take Jessica for a little privacy.

"If you buy it, we can go right back to the inn so you can try it on," Jessica promised, as if reading his mind.

That was quite positively the best idea either of them had had all day. Angelo began counting coins into the merchant's hand.