The compartment directly next to their designated 'junk' drawer is mostly V1's, home to an assortment of dildos, old vibrators in all shapes and sizes, and their designated charging cords. Gabriel had added a few of his own over the course of the century, but the mesh zip-bag shoved in the very back corner of the repository has yet to be opened since its original discovery. The warmachine runs a lightning-fast simulation, and quickly unzips the top. They find the correct piece of the complete ensemble immediately and pull it out before sealing it again.
From there, it's a simple matter of stepping into the leg openings and shimmying the garment up their thighs. Their foot slides the drawer shut as they hook the delicate waistband over their hips, snug against their plating but easily hidden beneath the fabric cascading down their frame. Perfect timing, for Gabriel's approaching footsteps resound through the doorway.
V1 forces their posture to relax, tucking their Knuckleblaster hand behind their other arms as subtly as they can manage. The warmachine sucks in a deep, needless breath through their fans—
And lets it out in a stuttering rush as their fiance rounds the corner, coming to stop before them in all his two-point-one meters glory.
He's already donned his own mantilla, the iridescent material veiling his helm from clear view. Lavender and chamomile, intertwined with magenta-blush peonies, rest on his laurels. The cowl-necked bodice of Gabriel's shimmering, sleeveless wedding dress settles loosely around his collarbone, while the barely-decent-length skirt just covers the tops of his thighs. A layered, ruffled half-cape cascades down from Gabriel’s left hip, fine floral lace hemmed to the edges. His sandals, in contrast, are much more ornate, calve-height straps interwoven with golden filigree. A shimmering golden sash is tied around his waist, and if they look closely enough, they can just barely make out the outline of his handmade harness.
But what really grabs their attention is the stocking band stretched around his right thigh, blood red silk and lace settled just below the hem of his dress. A small, heart-shaped sapphire adorning a ribbon faces them, catching in the waxing light.
A system warning about climbing internal heat levels pops up on their HUD and is dazedly dismissed. Gabriel's fingerless, satin-gloved hands clasp behind his back as he deliberately leans forward, letting the slack neckline fall just enough for a peak at the skimpy brassiere cupping his plush chest.
“Well, what do you think? Or am I so beautiful I've finally robbed you of all your words, Machine?~”
Actually how about one final steamy preview for the road? :D 🔞🔞🔞
#GabV1el #Ultrakillnsfw
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