Chapter 17: Fittings
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Dee critically eyed Jordan's costume. Yards of flowing candlelight chiffon made up the full sleeves and flowing empire-waisted skirt, which fell to below her knees. Crystal and bronze beads intertwined in an intricate design across the demi-vest that covered her breasts; a little too snugly as far as Dee was concerned as she looked at the swelling curves of Jordan's breasts spilling over the top. The full sleeves were slit to show form-fitting under-sleeves of deep bronze.
"This is gorgeous," Jordan whispered reverently. Lifting her arms and watching the way the chiffon flowed.
"The neckline won't work," Dee stated, then tried in vain to pull it a bit higher.
Jordan eyed her uplifted breasts in the mirror and smiled at Dee. "I bet Aleksei won't mind it."
"I'm sure he'll appreciate it even more when he lifts you and you fall out of your bodice completely," she stated flatly. "Unfortunately, the judges don't give extra points for that."
"Only during exhibition," Jordan joked then apologized for the sorry attempt at the pun. "Can we give it a try and see how much needs to be added to keep me covered?"
"We'll have to, we're running out of time," Dee agreed and again checked the length of the skirt. "I'm also worried about this length. It may need to come up, we don't need you tripping over it."
"Let's try it and see where we stand," Jordan urged, turning from side to side and seeing it flow around her softly.
"You're right. Let's see if Aleksei's costume fared any better," Dee urged and led the way to the ice.
"Doesn't the U.S.F.S.A. prohibit pants like this?" Aleksei inquired irritably, referring to the United States Figure Skating Association who mandated the rules of competition clothing as he checked the form-fitting pants from all angles in the mirror and noted that they left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Whittaker smiled smugly, unconcerned and slowly circled Aleksei. He was right, the pants were nearly indecent and showed off Aleksei's muscular legs and butt to perfection. Whittaker wasn't too concerned about his butt because the shirt and tunic would cover a good portion of it. "Put the tunic on and let's see how you feel before you start bitching too loudly," He growled and handed him the garment.
Aleksei pulled the tunic over his head and slipped muscular arms through the flowing full sleeves, buttoning the cuffs as Whittaker zipped up the back.
"Covers your ass," Whittaker stated, pulling the tunic into place and running his hands across his shoulders to check the fit there. "Fits up top - turn around."
Aleksei did as told and found himself facing the mirror full on. His eyes widened as he noticed the deep 'v' of his tunic and the amount of his chest showing beneath the neatly laced shirt, the curling black hair clearly visible.
"The girls will love it," Whittaker stated, his gaze running up and down Aleksei's tall form.
"These pants are going to kill me!" Aleksei complained, pulling at the clinging cloth.
"Get used to it," Whittaker stated firmly, then slapped Aleksei on the back. "Let's hit the ice."
"You get used to something creeping up your ass," Aleksei grumbled as he followed his coach to the ice, still pulling the offending fabric away as it crept into places it shouldn't.
"You've been creeping up my ass for years. Quit your bitching!" Whittaker tossed over his shoulder and continued on his way.
Aleksei's deeply voiced mimic of Whittaker's last statement caused Whittaker's shoulders to shake with laughter. "Yeah, and if you're real lucky, I'll be creeping up it another ten years!"
"Deal," Whittaker said taking a seat rink side.
Aleksei had never seen a more beautiful vision on the ice than when he first viewed Jordan in her costume, skating gracefully away from him, the chiffon flowing softly around her long, shapely legs. She executed a perfect spiral, one leg raised in a high straight line, her arms crossed beautifully over her chest, then as she rounded the far corner of the rink and moved toward Aleksei, she spread her arms wide, the sleeves flowing in the gentle breeze she made as she glided over the gleaming ice. Aleksei nearly fell over when he saw her breasts close to spilling out of her top.
"You were right, Dee, the skirt's too long. If I drop to my usual spiral position, it's on the ice," Jordan called, testing the length as she dipped and swayed.
"Drop any lower and that's not all that'll be on the ice!" Aleksei growled, skating toward her then sliding in next to her, his scowl clearly visible as he looked at her daring neckline.
"Don't you like it?" Jordan inquired innocently, secretly enjoying his show of possessiveness.
"You know I do, I just don't need everyone else liking it too!" he growled deeply, trying to tug the neckline up.
"Won't work, Dee tried that," Jordan stated, slapping his hands away and sliding back to take a good, full look at him.
Jordan's breath caught as she looked at him. She'd never seen anyone more handsome and virile in such a costume and her eyes widened in astonishment and pleasure as she took in his snug pants and impressive shoulders. "Isn't there a law against looking as good as you do?" she whispered, running a hand lovingly down his chest.
Aleksei's smile was at once smug and surprised. "No one will see me once they get a look at you," Aleksei countered, "Even after we fix that neckline," he finished, caressing her soft curves with a heated glance.
"If you're through, let's try this in costume," Whittaker yelled and made his way to the CD player.
"Positions," Dee stated, waiting until Jordan and Aleksei were center ice, then nodded to Whittaker.
"Ready," Aleksei advised, his deep voice carrying easily over the ice.
The music began and Aleksei and Jordan became Romeo and Juliet.
Text Copyright © 2000 by Constance E. Moynihan
