2 Works in Chris Evans/Jenny Slate
06 Jul 2016
Jenny yanks at the bra that is cutting into her side; it’s been a while since she’s wanted to impress a boy with her underwear, and while she kind of enjoys the look Chris gets on his face when she peels off her shirt to a bra decidedly fancier than the boring white underwire she normally rocks, she has not fucking missed the itchiness of lace. There is a decided correlation between the attractiveness of tittyholders and the discomfort of them, because she’s never met an attractive bra that didn’t make her regret her life.
This one is red and strapless and goes with the cute little gown she’s reusing from her premiere before she gives it back to the designer. Because no way in fuck can she afford a two thousand dollar dress on her current salary, and there was nothing in the back of her closet that felt right after Chris had looked up from between her legs a week ago and said, Shit, Danny’s wedding is next week. You up for being my plus one?
(Another first for her: getting a plus one invitation less than three months into a relationship… and having it come in the middle of a dude going down on her. She’s enjoying how her relationship with Chris is making her grow as a person, you know?)
"Hey, we can always try it again. And maybe I can do stuff you like, too. Even the score a little."
What she likes is just more of the same—a sweetheart of a boyfriend and orgasms on the regular—and to get him looking all flushed and pretty and bashful. It would be criminal to seal that up in a vault.
Well, there's also the other stuff she wants. But it requires extending this already somewhat excruciating conversation. Still, she cocks her head.
"There's like, this one thing," she says.