#anna marie wears crocs alert the presses

[dhampiravidi]

👗 to help my muse pick out an outfit (for Oraia because picking outfits together is cute and also has the potential to be sexy xD)

"Hi, again." The auburn-haired woman jumped, turning to confront Oraia while wielding a hairbrush. "Sorry. I forget that some aren't used to portals." Anna Marie decided to forgive her for the moment, even though the goddess wore a smile that looked suspiciously mischievous. Maybe the expression was a reaction to the X-Woman's outfit, which consisted of a faded Joan Jett t-shirt with some joggers and Crocs.

"Ain't nothin. So, uh...where's the clothes?"

"C'mon. I figured it'd be easier if I brought you to them." As Oraia went back the way she came, Anna Marie noticed that the portal led into a pricey-looking home. Curious, she followed and nearly dropped her hairbrush.

"Oraia! What the heck is all this?" she cried. There were at least three garment bags lying on the bed, a couple of shoeboxes that Anna knew were expensive brands, a giant canopy bed (she might've sat on it, just to try it out if Oraia hadn't been right there) and a large vanity with several drawers. "Ah-ah can't afford you, Oraia. 'm real sorry..." she mumbled, stepping back to go through the portal. But Oraia was faster, closing the portal with a flick of her wrist.

"It's a favor, Rogue. Or should I call you Anna Marie?"

"....Rogue's fine..."

"I told you to call me if you needed help. Besides, I was hoping we'd become friends. Then moments like this wouldn't be so weird," Oraia replied, smiling. "Alright, belle, strip!" Anna Marie had changed in front of the other women on her team, so she had no problem stripping down to the convertible bra and basic grey cotton panties she'd pulled on. But the look Oraia was giving her...was something else. The shorter woman had taken a few steps back so she could give Anna Marie a look over. Her sea-green eyes appeared to glow for a second, and her lips quirked into a mysterious smile that was slightly unnerving.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just...appreciate what you're letting me see, that's all. It's a pleasure to dress you." Rogue blinked, lips parting before she realized she didn't know what to say in response. All she knew was, if the heat in her face meant anything, her cheeks were aiming to be as pink as the goddess's lips. Is that her natural color, or-? "Let's get moving, hm?"

It was easy to see that Oraia was inhuman when she was moving around the room getting pieces together. The woman went from one point to another fast as a breeze, and no matter how many things she had in her arms, she moved with unnatural grace. Finally, she handed Anna Marie one of the garment bags, a shoebox (with a pair of new seamless panties slapped on top), and a tiny jewelry box.

"Thank ya'..."

"Don't mention it. I'll be in the other room, just call me back when you're done." And she was gone. Anna Marie didn't mind getting undressed in general, but it was a little weird taking off her underwear in the house of someone she didn't know too well. Shoulda thought a' that before Ah called. She sucked it up and put on what she'd been given.

"Oraia, could ya come in here, please?"

"Need me to zip you? Are the shoes comfy?" It would've been alarming how quickly Oraia reappeared if Anna Marie hadn't seen her fly around a couple minutes before. She replied with two nods, and bit her tongue as she felt a bit of pressure against the small of her back, letting her know exactly where her hostess was. But Oraia didn't linger; as soon as she'd carefully zipped up the back of the dress, she stepped away. "Over here, there's a mirror."

A little ways down, there was, in fact, a floor-length mirror. The belle smiled, pleasantly happy with how the dress fit her. It was off the shoulder, but somehow both sleeves were like typical short sleeves, neither reaching her elbow. The skirt was probably A-line by itself, but with her hips, it'd turned into a pretty mermaid shape. "Wow. Ah really like this one, thank--" Oraia held up a finger and hurried away, then came back with a necklace that made Anna Marie's jaw drop. It was like someone had tied a bow using a ribbon, then turned the whole thing into a choker made with tiny, round diamonds. "It's so beautiful," she whispered as Oraia clasped it around her neck.

"That's just Number One."

She turned to the brunette. "Oraia, Ah can't. Ah can't let you spend all this money on me--"

"And why not?" Her hands were on her hips, and it wasn't clear if she was truly angry or just exasperated. "You've saved the world without as much of a thank you given in return. I've lived for centuries and seen what humans do to powers they can't understand!" She huffed, then took a slow, deep breath. "Rogue, I'm not giving anyone any excuse to justify why mutants don't have a seat at the table. And..." Oraia's eyes softened. "You're allowed to have nice things. Funny, sentimental, or expensive. Besides..." A smile easily slid back onto her face. She looks real nice that way. Natural. "Pretty girls deserve pretty things. Now, do me a favor and strip again. Everything but the earrings and panties has to go."

"Y-yes, ma'am." Anna Marie watched the slim figure retreat until she was out of sight. Then she looked back at herself in the mirror and realized that she was wearing too many clothes. Superman would've been impressed by how quickly she got everything off, even though she made sure to put everything back the way it'd been given to her. "Oraia?" she called, unsure about...a lot.

When she came in, the goddess's tongue slipped out to moisten her lips, and Anna Marie unconsciously clenched her thighs together, wondering where that tongue would go if--

"Have you ever worn body chains?" Oraia asked, opening one of her drawers.

"Chains? Like, bondage?" She remembered hearing rumors that the Hellfire Club had a whole floor dedicated to that. Emma Frost's corset-and-thong outfit (which she, thankfully, never wore in front of the kids) kind of proved the theory. But Oraia just laughed and faced Anna Marie holding up what looked like a super-long, very thin necklace with diamonds every few inches.

"No, this kind of chain. The trend's inspired by Indian belly dancers. It's worn against the skin for this outfit, which is why I asked you to...bare some skin for me." She was standing in right in front of her, and when the tip of her tongue emerged again, Anna Marie suddenly became very aware of how close Oraia's lips were to the two prominent, pink-tipped girls on display. Her own mouth dried up, while something completely different began to happen down south. "You're going to put it on like a shirt: you slip it over your head, then you put an arm through each side."

Anna Marie did as she was told, stiffening when the fabric of Oraia's shirt tickled her firm nipples. But the goddess didn't seem to notice. Instead, she went and got a suit. The jacket was white until it reached the waist. There sat some brown stripes, followed by black. The pants were black, too. "It's real pretty," the redhead said approvingly, almost happy to put it on. She went to the mirror and decided that she liked how it fit.

"You're pretty," her stylist whispered, making a shiver run down Anna Marie's spine as Oraia gently squeezed her shoulders from behind. She gulped, wondering if the other woman could see her nipples tenting the fabric. Oraia let her go and took a big step back, which confused her. "Rogue. Can you look at me?" She did. "I don't think it's a secret that I find you attractive, or that I'd like us to be...closer. But if you aren't interested for any reason--"

"Ah didn't say that. Ah jus' ain't used t'women flirtin' wit' me, or spendin' money on me when Ah haven't given 'em anything." She bit her lip and crossed her arms, frowning. "What exactly did ya want fo' all a' this, anyway?" The sad look on Oraia's face made her almost feel guilty for asking--almost.

"I know what it's like to be...used. Undervalued. You'll just have to trust me when I say that I find you both gorgeous and interesting, so I want to know your body and your mind. But I will accept anything you wish to give if that's a one-night stand, a few dates, a lifetime...or nothing." Anna Marie thought carefully, deciding how much she felt like trusting Oraia. Finally, she placed a shaky hand on the shorter's woman's cheek.

"Let's say a kiss is what Ah give f'now." The smile she got in response was priceless, and the kiss was even better.

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"Oh, hey Kurt. Mail?" Anna Marie asked, seeing her brother standing there with a box the size of a human being. He looked somewhere between suspicious and confused.

"Eh, yes...it's for you...but I didn't hear a truck drive off--"

"All good, Ah got it!" Kurt stood there as his crazy sister snatched the box, yanked it into her room, and shut her door all in a matter of seconds. He blinked, muttered something about crazy people, and went back to folding his laundry.

Anna Marie smiled as she found a note from Oraia on top of the garment bags packed inside the box. It read: "To my Belle, who I hope to see again soon...enjoy the looks on their faces. The third one is for Stark's gala next week. The others are for you. -- O." She found the two outfits she'd tried on (and the jewelry that went with them), plus a tailored black three-piece suit, complete with a silk lining patterned with Xs, a silver vest, a black tie, and a white dress shirt. The pair of strappy silver sandals she'd tried on were there, too.

Ah think Ah'll take some pictures b'fore Ah leave. Just 'cause.