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[ It's not often that he feels like the luckiest guy in the world, but today is one of those days. He follows Lisa to the dressing room and finds himself a chair in the hallway outside the dressing rooms. ]

[ A minute or so goes by before Lisa throws back the curtain and steps out in nothing but the gold and black teddy, bare feet padding across the carpet to where Cisco sits. It's tight enough to border on too small, and just short enough to show the matching black panties she has on underneath it.

She turns slowly, showing Cisco every angle, head turning to keep an eye on him throughout. ]

So? What do you think?

[ He flat out stares for a moment, then crosses a leg over his lap and clears his throat. ]

I think you could give up your life of crime and put all their models out of a job.

[ Lisa smirks, knowing full well the effect she's having on him. As she walks over to the three way mirror, she calls over her shoulder, ] But where would the fun be in that?

[ She makes a show of checking herself out in the mirror, frowning. Then finally she shakes her head. ]

No. I don't like the way it fits. This won't do.

[ Back to the dressing room it is. But the curtain's only closed for a second before she slides it open again and peeks her head out. ]

Oh Cisco? Can you give me a hand in here? I can't quite reach the laces...

[ He takes a minute to check out her ass in that tiny scrap of black fabric the display claimed was underwear, until he realizes she can just see him in the mirror, and then he quickly looks away.

Until she calls him in for help. ]

...Uhhh, I mean. Sure.

[ He regrets wearing skinny jeans today. He glances around, then ducks into the dressing room behind her. ]

[ It's cute, how Cisco seems to care about what the forty-something soccer moms trying to rekindle their marriages will think of him coming into her dressing room. Especially considering what Lisa has in store for him once he's in there.

Her back is against the mirror, and she toys with her bottom lip with her teeth, taking a second to appreciate just how cute Cisco is. ]

I have a small confession to make. I lied.

[ She pushes off from the wall, pressing up against him in the small space, taking his hand and whispering in his ear, ] There aren't any laces.

God, how not surprised am I that you lied.

[ He backs up a little, until his back hits the wall of the tiny dressing room. ]

[ Cue the poutiest of pouts. ]

But I lied for good reason...

[ Her fingers press into his collarbone and walk their way from the collar of Cisco's t-shirt down to his belly button and onward, getting closer and closer to his jeans. ]

[ God, the things that pout does to him... ]

Are you really gonna— Here?

[ He glances at the curtain that's barely concealing them from the rest of the store. ]

[ The pout turns into a smirk when her plan finally clicks in his head. ]

Why not? C'mon, it'll be fun.

[ Already, she's playing with the hem of his tshirt, manicured fingernails dipping underneath to lightly scratch at the skin there. ]

[ He hisses, his stomach muscles tensing. He was already hard under his jeans just from watching her try on lingerie, and this certainly isn't doing anything to help matters. ]

Getting arrested for indecent exposure in a Victoria's Secret doesn't sound like fun...

[ He's doing a whole lot of nothing to stop her, though. ]

[ She leans closer, impossibly close, so that when she speaks her lips brush against his. ]

I promise, I'll be real quiet.

[ And hey, she might not even be lying about that one! ]

[ God help him, he's leaning in to kiss her. ]

[ And she's sliding her hands around his waist, pulling him closer until she can feel his erection against her bare thigh. She kisses him long and hard, then breaks it off, still smirking. ]

Atta boy.

God, you're so...

[ He splays one hand open across the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin just above the lacy top hem of the panties. He'd be lying if he said the risk of getting caught wasn't kind of a thrill. You're a bad influence, Lisa Snart. ]

[ And you're usually such a good influence, Cisco Ramon. Let her rub off on you for once. ]

...So what? Use your words.

[ Though she has no intention of making it easy for him to do so, one hand coming up to brush his hair back so she can press wet kisses along his neck and then gently tug at his earlobe with her teeth. ]

[ Oh, there's definitely going to be so rubbing off happening here. ]

Intense? Insane?

[ He tips his head back and it hits the wall with a dull thud. ]

[ Like putty in her hands. He really is too perfect. ]

Those aren't words that'll make a girl want to take her clothes off, Cisco.

[ And yet, here they were, her already half naked. ]

Intense is a pretty good one for you, though, you gotta admit...

[ He slides his hands down her hips, thumbs catching on the fabric of the panties, but not quite enough to tug them down. ]

[ She thinks about it and shrugs a bit. ]

Mm. That one I'll keep.

[ And just to prove it, time for more kissing. Mouth open this time. ]

[ He'd make some quip about Snarts being insane, too, but this isn't exactly the appropriate time to bring up her brother.

Anyway, he's bringing a hand up to her hair, the other sliding down over her ass after only a moment's hesitation. ]

[ She moans slightly into the kiss, arching her back so her belly presses against his and her ass presses more firmly into his hand. She is so turned on, between the success of drawing Cisco out, the danger of being caught, and the sheer fact that yeah, she actually does like this guy. ]

[ And oh, does that sound ever go straight to his dick. He shifts forward against her and squeezes a palmful of her ass. Some small, rational part of his mind is still shouting at him to knock it off, they're going to get caught, but it's so hard to listen to that when she's pressing up against him like that, all hot and wanting him. ]

[ She takes his shift and his squeeze as permission to keep going, and drops her hands to the front of his jeans, deftly undoing his fly. She won't move too fast, though, simply dip her fingers beneath the elastic of his underwear. Her hands ignore the business end, so to speak, instead sliding over to hang onto his skinny little hips. ]

[ It's his turn to groan into the kiss, her hands so close to where he wants them when she's undoing his fly, only to leave him wanting. So he pulls her flush against him and rocks forward, squeezing her ass again. ]