Barely (Lust Removed)

Dean put another hand on my other shoulder and looked seriously into my eyes. God they were so cute. What he said next made me pause. "I'm flattered, Taylor. But this isn't you. Take the sticker off, please, if you want me to consider it."

His grip was strong but careful. Realistically, I couldn't **** myself on him even if I wanted. And even in my lust filled mind, I knew that would be crossing a line I wasn't willing to jump over yet. Plus he said he'd consider it, and to my horny little thoughts that was basically a yes. I pouted, but did as he asked and pulled the sticker off.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I clenched my eyes tight, put the sticker back, and promptly buried my face in my pillow and let out a low moan of shame.

To Dean's credit, he didn't seem disgusted with me. He put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and said, "That was a bit more than you were expecting, wasn't it?"

"Like every nerve in my body is set to eleven." I mumbled.

I managed to work up the will to look up at him and apologized, "I thought I could keep my impulses under control. I um... didn't expect that."

He smiled a friendly smile, and my heart fluttered, "It's alright. Maybe if I were someone else I would've agreed to it. But when you put the sticker on, your emotions looked... wrong. Artificial. I couldn't have agreed even if I wanted to; you weren't in the right headspace."

"Holy shit, do you rehearse that in the mirror or something?" I said, unable to hide my smile.

Dean shrugged, "I just try to treat others how I want to be. That's all." Then he got up from the couch and offered me a hand, "Come on, lets find you something to wear, director."

I took it and frowned, "What part of, 'I can't wear clothes' don't you understand? If I put anything on, it itches like crazy and the world conspires to get me naked as quickly as possible."

"Well then you need an extra hand to help you stand up to the world." he said. Oh my god, if he kept this shit up, I was going to jump his bones lust sticker or not. I didn't know many men that managed to come off as genuinely nice, and maybe my standards were lower than most women, but Dean was currently at the top of my 'guys I would want to spend a long time with'.

Or maybe that was my leftover libido talking.

Regardless, Dean lead me to the attached lockers where the Wards could change into costume. Apparently, the PRT kept emergency clothes available as the wild nature inherent in parahuman powers meant that wardrobe malfunctions were inevitable. Dean handed me an oversized black and white T-shirt with the PRT logo printed in the center, and a pair of sweatpants and slip on shoes.

"No underwear, sorry." he apologized.

"It's the most I've worn all day," I said while slipping them on. Because they were so loose, only my shoulders and waist itched. I was relieved to see that shoes apparently did not fall under the permanent nudity clause.

I adjusted my new clothes nervously and said, "I appreciate the help Dean, but mark my words, I will be naked in the next ten minutes."

He smiled and put his helmet on, "I'll escort you to the office then. Make sure you don't have wardrobe malfunctions along the way."

Best day ever.