Subject: [x-fiction] Bobby's Closet Date: Sat, 01 Dec 2001 18:25:22 -0500 From: "Phan tasmas" OOC: No puns intended... My muse forced me to type that subject line. IC: He sprinted into his room, pulled open his closet, and froze... What the hell was he going to wear?? Frantically digging through his closet, Bobby found some of the clothes Emma had bought him before their first date. Or rather during their first date. Bobby had arrived at the Massachusetts Academy on time in the best suit and tie he had... Ok, slightly late, but it was the earliest that he had ever been late, so it wasn't too bad. When she opened the door, Emma had given him an 'I can't believe you wear that in public' look. It wasn't really a look. She just raised one of her platinum blonde eyebrows and said in her 'you will do as I say' White Queen voice, "there's a little store we will go to first!" Turned out it was a men's ritzy clothing store. Bobby looked over some of the clothes while Emma talked to one of the fawning sales clerks. Bobby thought he could use a new suit or two. He swore he saw dollar signs flash in the clerk's eyes while Emma was talking to him, just like in those old cartoons. "Emma," Bobby called to her. "There's no price tags on these things," he whispered to her after she walked no, sauntered over. "If you have to ask, Robert. You can't afford it." "Well, I can't afford it." "Who said you were buying?" He gaped at her. "If I'm going to wear the clothes, I should buy them." "Close your mouth, Robert. Or I'll give you a reason to have it open." He snapped his jaw shut. "I'm purchasing these clothes for you for myself. It would do Emma Frost's reputation irreparable harm if she was seen about town with an attractive young man who dressed shabbily." Bobby was about the ask who she was talking about when she shook her head and continued, sounding almost exasperated. At least exasperated for the White Queen. "*You* are that 'attractive young man,' Robert. I don't understand how you see yourself as not being attractive. Ha..." she paused and started again, "your friends have told you for years you were a nice looking man, yet you have never believed them. Why is that?" Bobby was about to answer when the sales clerk slimed over to them. Emma pointed to Bobby. Said, "Him! Your best!" in her 'I'm the White Queen! Obey me!' tone. The clerk almost bowed and literally pulled Bobby over to one of the changing rooms. A few minutes after he was shoved inside, the clerk handed a preselected outfit to him. "Try those clothes on and then come out here so I may look them over," Emma ordered. It wasn't really an order, but it sure sound like one. "Then you'll try on the next selection." "As you command, my Queen," Bobby droned. He wasn't sure, but Emma seemed to enjoy that. /Isn't she a little old to have a dress up doll?/ Bobby thought to himself as he changed. *Don't try being cute, Robert. You're cute enough as it is,* she sent telepathically. Bobby sighed in resignation and just finished changing. Telling Emma not to read other people's surface thoughts was like telling anyone else not to breathe. It was just something she did. The next hour or so, Bobby couldn't remember how long it all took, was taken up with changing clothes and posing for Emma and changing again. Sweade and silk, linen and leather, all kinds of fabrics and styles that Bobby had never worn in his life, found their way onto and off of his body. After an endless selection of clothing, the clerk passed in one more outfit for Bobby. "That's the last one, Robert. After this we'll leave for the restaurant." "Aren't we kinda late?" Bobby asked as he handed out the clothing he had just tried on. "You believe that *I*, Emma Frost, need a reservation?" She almost sounded amused. "Reservations are for people of lesser importance, Robert." Bobby sighed again. Knowing he wasn't going to win an argument with her, Bobby looked over the /Thank God/ last outfit. He looked it over again. "There's no shirt with this." "There isn't suppose to be a shirt, Sir." The sales clerk oozed to him from the other side of the door. Bobby wasn't sure, but the guy sounded like he was drooling. /Probably thinking about how much commission he's making,/ Bobby reasoned. "Just the vest and the pants." /Emma!!/ Bobby sent, horrified. /There's no way I can fit into these. My uniform is baggy compared to this./ *Just remove your underwear...* "What!?!" Bobby croaked. *The pants will fit you perfectly. No underwear,* Emma commanded. Bobby had had enough. He looked for the suit he was wearing when he came into the store. He was going to put that on and then he'd leave. Forget this meat show. *Your suit is gone, Robert. The clerk took it away when you modeled the first time.* /Where is it?/ *I had them put it out of it's misery. They burned it!* Bobby knew Emma wasn't kidding. She never kidded about important stuff like clothing. /My parents bought me that suit.../ Bobby wailed. *Another crime added to their list,* Emma sent darkly. /What!?!/ He wanted to know what she had meant by that. *Nothing, dear Robert. *I'm sure that suit was the height of fashion. In the 60's. But it's the new millennium, Robert. Get with the times. Your personal things are out here with me. You want them. You have to model one last time!* "NO WAY!!" He put his foot down. "Robert," she said calmly, rationally, but in a tone that would brook no more arguments. "I'm coming in there in 2 minutes. I'll either see you in that outfit... Or your underwear. It's your choice." To Bobby, there wasn't any choice at all. He slipped off his briefs and quickly pulled on the tight leather pants. White leather. Emma's personal favorite. Bobby had just put on the white leather vest when the door flew open, causing him to jump. Emma walked in and closed the door behind her. She walked around Bobby, admiring him from all angles. Bobby thought he would have felt less vulnerable than if he had been naked. "That wasn't 2 minutes..." he grumped. In answer, Emma walked to the front of him and buttoned up the vest. She ran her hands over the leather and... Bobby frowned. Was Emma purring? Nah!! "Very nice," she murmured appreciatively. "And the suit is nice, too." Leaning slightly down to Bobby, due to their two inch height difference, Emma kissed him. Hard. She pushed him to the floor and ripped open the vest. Buttons flew to every corner of the small room. Emma then pounced on him. If another woman had done what she did, Bobby would have said she threw herself on him. But with Emma, it was a tigress pouncing on prey. It was fast. Hot. Wild. And the best sex he had ever had. In a public place. With a woman. And what a woman. Somehow he had managed to get dressed... in something, he didn't remember what, and follow Emma to the restaurant. Emma ordered, Bobby just agreed. They ate dinner quietly, Bobby was still slightly dazed, and went back to the Academy where the rest of the night had been even more memorable. Bobby shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. He quickly moved past the white leather outfit. Something he hadn't wore for a while. /Maybe Hank might like to see me in that,/ he mused. Bobby grinned as he looked over the rest of the clothes. He selected a pair of black linen slacks and a light cream colored, long sleeved shirt. Emma had bought it even though it was a cotton shirt. Bobby suspected she had gotten it because it had been rather expensive, very soft and very comfortable. /This should do for lunch./ Bobby slipped on briefs, socks, and put on his selected clothing. He paused while he put on the short, black leather boots Emma had given him. Thinking about it, Bobby realized everything he was wearing Emma had bought him or given to him as a gift. Silk underwear included. Bobby put his wallet in his pocket, even though he knew he wouldn't need it, and frowned as he thought over what wearing the clothes Emma had purchased might mean. /We parted as friends. And we'll stay that way. Knowing I'm using the things she bought me should please her. I'm not trying to be a brat or anything. She'll know that. I'm just trying to look nice for her./ Bobby finger combed his hair and headed for the door. Jogging down the hallway, Bobby glanced at his watch. /Not too late,/ he grinned. He slowed to a walk when he neared the stairs leading down into the foyer. He casually walked down the steps and smiled to Emma and Lucy. When he saw Trader, he frowned in concern. /That's where the kid took off to. Wonder why he left the kitchen so quickly./ Walking up to Emma, Bobby stretched and gave her a quick peek on the cheek and a warm smile. "Hi, Em. You're looking great as always." He turned to Lucy, "Hi, Lucy. How's your weekend been so far?" Turning to Trader he raised an eyebrow, "hello again, Trader." Concern coloring his voice. "I wondered where you got to. Are these two lovely ladies being good to you? You going to have lunch with us? I hope so. Otherwise, I'll be the odd man out."