“I have something for you.”

Diva’s face lit up as Vergil held a box towards her.

“Really?” she said, glancing from the gift in his hands up to make contact with him. “I didn’t realize you were the gifting type.”

“I am not.  So don’t expect it from me,” he told her, not wanting her to get the wrong idea.  “I… saw something that made me think of you when I was returning from Fortuna, so I ended up with it.”

Regardless of his warning, she wore a warm smile, tickled that he’d thought about her.  She accepted the gift and teasingly shook the box.  It was light.  It didn’t sound like anything was moving around inside.

“May I?” she asked.

“I’d take more offense if you didn’t.”

Grinning, she pulled on the ribbon that tied the box together.  She lifted the lid of the box, pulled the tissue paper to the side, and her jaw dropped.  Her surprise gave way to a furious blush.  Inside was a very elegant looking bra, panty, and garter set.

“Oh… my…”

Flustered, she let out a soft chuckle.  She didn’t own anything along these lines.  Vergil was well aware of how modest she could be, which made the idea of seeing her in something a little more racy that much more exhilarating.

“Thank you, Vergil.”  She stood on her tip-toes, which was his signal to lean down so she could kiss his cheek.

“No thanks are necessary,” he said.  “I will admit, this was not an entirely selfless act.  I’d like to see how these look on your body.”

“Now?  Should I try it on?”

“Yes,” replied Vergil.  He seated himself.  “I will wait for you here.”

Nodding, she took the box and walked off into the other room.  He waited, tapping his foot in anticipation.  He thought about how the set looked on the mannequin he passed in that shop window, and how much better the set would look on her curvy frame instead.

Diva reappeared moments later, wearing the same outfit she had on before.  If her hair was not down, Vergil would have questioned if she bothered changing at all.  He motioned her to come closer; she stepped forward.  He gave her a nod once she stood in front of him.  Her fingers found the top button of her blouse and began to unfasten them.  She pulled the shirt open once it was fully unbuttoned.

Vergil’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.  He studied her body in silent approval, though he showed no signs of said approval.  Unable to read his reaction, Diva began to feel self-conscious and a rosy hue claimed her cheeks.  She cast her eyes downward as she pulled her blouse back closed.

“Don’t.”

With her arms crossed in front of her chest, she raised her eyes again, meeting his hungry gaze again.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” said Vergil.  He was a tad curter than intended, which did little to assure her.  Sensing her sensitivity surrounding this and the fact that he realized he was doing little to make her feel comfortable, he leaned forward.  He took hold of her wrists, guiding them to her sides away from her chest.  The blouse fell open again, and he took the liberty of pushing it off her shoulders.  It fell to her elbows.  Vergil leaned back in his seat, his cold gaze not once straying from her chest.  His stoic demeanor still masked the pleasure that coursed through his veins from the sight before him. 

Black lace did its best to contain the excess of Diva’s bosom, but her breasts were simply too large.  Thanks to the bra, they were pressed together and pushed upwards, creating a deep, inviting expanse of cleavage.  The creamy flesh overflowed from the cups in a way that he figured that she believed was unflattering, but he thought the opposite.  The ill-fitting garment just made her breasts look that much bigger.

“It’s a little small,” Diva admitted.  He could sense she wanted to cover herself up again, but was fighting the urge for his sake.  For obvious reasons, she typically opted for articles that provided more coverage and support.  This bra provided neither.

“Perhaps,” said Vergil.  “But no less alluring.  In my effort to surprise you, I miscalculated how… endowed you are…”

While he was ashamed that he did not know his own woman’s size, he wasn’t displeased at what he was seeing.  His mouth was growing dry now, and his pants were beginning to feel tight.  His eyes dropped to her lower half, still concealed by her skirt.

“Continue.”

She reached to her side, unfastening the catch before pulling down the zipper.  She let the skirt fall, pooling around her ankles on the hardwood floor.

“Well, well…”

For the first time that evening, a smirk cracked on his face.

“Turn around.”

She did as he requested, giving him a good view of the back.  He nodded in appreciation.  The panties covered her without making her look like she was about to burst out of them.  Seeing the garter cinched around her thick thighs made Vergil want to pull her closer and squeeze the flesh.

“It appears I got something right,” he said.  “You look lovely.” 

He reached forward again, grabbing her hips to pull her back.  When he sat her in his lap, he removed the shirt from her arms and tossed it with her discarded skirt.  His hand smoothed up her back; fingertips traced her spine until they met the strap of the bra.

“Though, you would likely look better if you were more comfortable.”

Deft fingers unhooked the bra.  He rubbed the reddened skin where the tightness was constricting enough to leave an indention.

“Next time,” he whispered in her ear.  “I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen.”

“Next time,” she repeated with a giggle, leaning back against his chest.  “And you claim you’re not the gifting type.”