The Evening | PART 1
Synopsis: Ray has never exerted this kind of influence over you before. He has been gentlemanly, restrained, respectful. You had watched Ray from a distance and wanted to get loser to him. When you were both introduced, he wasn’t one to sleep around and neither were you. You needed him to know you were serious about him, which meant playing it cool for some time. You’ve been having a great time with Raymond, but you were getting past the point of playing innocence personified.
Notes: Inspired by this iconic AW 2011 Louis Vuitton fashion show. Sexy concierges. Posh establishments. Questionable characters.
The models are not meant to replace reader. These LV images are for the vibe.
RAYMOND SMITH X F READER
Rating : T (mention of sex)
Words: 397
Tags: @pomegranatearildreams (Tagging you for this as you have been waiting for the other Ray fic for a while. Let me know if you don’t want to be tagged.)
Credits: GIF by uuuhshiny Images via Vogue.com. Dividers by @firefly-graphics : X | X
You stroll into the office while Ray is at work, dressed and ready. Matching yourself to Ray’s palette of grey wool waistcoat and shirt, you were looking forward to the event you were attending together.
Friend and acquaintance, the ‘Cockney Cleopatra’ had hyped you up for tonight and convinced you to go bold with your style. She, in her signature sky high ‘So Kate’ Louboutin's and an LBD, while you went for sexy concierge. Glossy black cap with chin strap, oversized but tailored lapel jacket in grey wool hugging your waist but falling short over the top of your thighs. Arms covered and slithers of skin peeking, you added silky grey stockings with a glossy midnight black stiletto. Nothing else. The blazer wearing like a minidress made you feel cheeky as fuck and you didn’t care. It was meant to be a fun night to dress up and unwind, and at a closed invitation party, why not?
Cockney Cleopatra assured you that Ray would be inspired by your choices. She said she strengthens her marriage by always keeping Mickey on his toes. Always giving him something to strive for. A trophy wife, she keeps an eye on him by letting other men keep an eye on her, but never anything more. But trophies are awarded for many different talents, and she’s not a single trophy kind of gal. Dressing to impress is only part of her game.
You don’t need to knock, your confident footsteps are enough to catch the ever perceptive Ray’s attention as he swiftly looks up to see you walk in in your full glory. He’s never seen you like this before. As he raises his chin, Ray’s eyes show a quiet bewilderment, just a glimpse to be subtly perceived.
You’ve been seeing Ray for a bit of time, a few weeks of dates, dinners out, evenings around Ray’s house but you’ve never stayed the night. He’s always taken you home or had a driver return you home safety. You and Ray have never had sex.
His eyes harden and chin lowers, intense eyes hold you in your place. As he’s looking down towards you and before Mickey can see you, his index finger shoots up to signify an unspoken ‘Wait’. He has you restrained with a stare and controls you with a single gesture. You look at him silently, and leave the room.
