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Af-fair -noun- ə-ˈfer: a romantic or passionate attachment typically of limited duration. A matter occasioning public anxiety, controversy, or scandal. Or commercial, professional, public, or personal business.

It had started out innocently enough.

"Christopher, you need a new suit for my parent's anniversary party next month. You should go to the tailor who made my wedding dress. He's rather talented."

It was a really nice dress, all lace and intricate designs.

So Chris had gone to the tailor's asking about a new suit.

He hadn't quite expected the small blonde man who looked him up and down quickly before grabbing his arm and measuring it with a length of string.

"Silk, gray with silver and diamond buttons," it wasn't a question. Chris could hardly argue, it sounded superb.

The lawyer had then been pushed onto the dais for more measuring, the tailor firing questions at him and writing things down. Chris did his best to keep up, trying not to get distracted by those intense brown eyes.

He was told to come back next week for a fitting and then the tailor smiled.

"Have a good week Mr. MacLean,"

Chris nodded, "You too Mr. Bennet."

He left quickly, shaking that beautiful smile out of his mind.

The next time they met was much more pleasant. Now that Scott had the cloth cut out and the image of the perfect suit in mind, he was calm. He made small talk with Chris as he stuck pins in the half-made suit. They were surprised by how much they had in common.

Soon Chris was staying after his fittings, watching Scott work and getting to know him more and more. They chattered about anything and everything. Scott did his work slowly, wanting the suit to be a masterpiece but also not wanting to finish because then the handsome lawyer would leave.

The flirting began at the second to last fitting. The usual banter between them became more heated and if Scott's hands tended to stray while he was fixing hems or adjusting the lapels, well, who was Chris to complain?

Both of them were sad when the suit was finished. It was beautiful.

"I will be the envy of the entire party," Chris fingered the soft material reverently.

"That's too bad for the host and hostess," Scott giggled.

They parted with unsatisfying promises of seeing each other around town.

-:-

His in-law's party had been everything Chris had expected it to be. Formal, perfect and downright boring. He had spent the night sipping wine and listening as his wife made idle talk with other upper-class people that Chris hated. He'd much rather be in town, in the pub, playing cards with Chef.

He did get many compliments on his suit though. Chris took no hesitation in recommending Scott, deeming him the best tailor in the county.

-:-

It was a week after the party that Chris decided he simply had to have a new suit for court. His wife readily agreed since her husband had a tendency to wear suits until they were falling apart at the seams.

Scott had gladly accepted the new assignment though he already had a long list of orders thanks to Chris' praises of his work.

Chris told him to take as long as necessary.

Scott's idea for this new suit was just as great as the last one. But it seemed to be causing him problems.

First, Chris needed to come in because Scott had gotten the wrong measurements. And if Scott lingered a moment too long when measuring Chris' chest and waist, neither man mentioned it.

Then Chris came in, requesting a different style of lapels. Scott nodded but that would take another week of work. Chris had no difficulty waiting.

-:-

"Mr. MacLean, what do you think of this stitching?"

"It's no good, do it again. Now tell me more about your schooling in Germany?"

-:-

"No, this won't do. I accidentally made the sleeves an inch too short!"

"Is that another delay Mr. Bennet? I'm starting to doubt your skill."

"Oh shut up."

-:-

It took almost three months, but the suit finally got finished. Mostly because Chris' wife had been wondering why a simple suit was taking so long.

Scott folded the clothing neatly into a box and set it on the counter in front of Chris. Chris smiled, his eyes straying to the door behind the register that he knew led to Scott's apartment.

"Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?" Scott's expression was neutral but his eyes glinted mischievously.

Chris, always a gentleman, accepted.

The apartment was small and cozy. Chris settled on the couch and watched Scott prepare the coffee.

They sat close to each other as they sipped their drinks, chatting about nothing, their thighs just barely touching.

Then Scott leaned across Chris to set his cup on the table and they froze, staring at the other in wonder.

The kiss was soft and hesitant. Someone sighed, then another moaned and the kiss became more sure. Arms wrapped around necks and waists.

Then Chris felt Scott's tongue and the outside world faded away.

It may have started out innocent.

It turned into anything but.

-Fin-

Description
Af-fair -noun- ə-ˈfer: a romantic or passionate attachment typically of limited duration. A matter occasioning public anxiety, controversy, or scandal. Or commercial, professional, public, or personal business.

It had started out innocently enough.

"Christopher, you need a new suit for my parent's anniversary party next month. You should go to the tailor who made my wedding dress. He's rather talented."

It was a really nice dress, all lace and intricate designs.

So Chris had gone to the tailor's asking about a new suit.

He hadn't quite expected the small blonde man who looked him up and down quickly before grabbing his arm and measuring it with a length of string.

"Silk, gray with silver and diamond buttons," it wasn't a question. Chris could hardly argue, it sounded superb.

The lawyer had then been pushed onto the dais for more measuring, the tailor firing questions at him and writing things down. Chris did his best to keep up, trying not to get distracted by those intense brown eyes.

He was told to come back next week for a fitting and then the tailor smiled.

"Have a good week Mr. MacLean,"

Chris nodded, "You too Mr. Bennet."

He left quickly, shaking that beautiful smile out of his mind.

The next time they met was much more pleasant. Now that Scott had the cloth cut out and the image of the perfect suit in mind, he was calm. He made small talk with Chris as he stuck pins in the half-made suit. They were surprised by how much they had in common.

Soon Chris was staying after his fittings, watching Scott work and getting to know him more and more. They chattered about anything and everything. Scott did his work slowly, wanting the suit to be a masterpiece but also not wanting to finish because then the handsome lawyer would leave.

The flirting began at the second to last fitting. The usual banter between them became more heated and if Scott's hands tended to stray while he was fixing hems or adjusting the lapels, well, who was Chris to complain?

Both of them were sad when the suit was finished. It was beautiful.

"I will be the envy of the entire party," Chris fingered the soft material reverently.

"That's too bad for the host and hostess," Scott giggled.

They parted with unsatisfying promises of seeing each other around town.

-:-

His in-law's party had been everything Chris had expected it to be. Formal, perfect and downright boring. He had spent the night sipping wine and listening as his wife made idle talk with other upper-class people that Chris hated. He'd much rather be in town, in the pub, playing cards with Chef.

He did get many compliments on his suit though. Chris took no hesitation in recommending Scott, deeming him the best tailor in the county.

-:-

It was a week after the party that Chris decided he simply had to have a new suit for court. His wife readily agreed since her husband had a tendency to wear suits until they were falling apart at the seams.

Scott had gladly accepted the new assignment though he already had a long list of orders thanks to Chris' praises of his work.

Chris told him to take as long as necessary.

Scott's idea for this new suit was just as great as the last one. But it seemed to be causing him problems.

First, Chris needed to come in because Scott had gotten the wrong measurements. And if Scott lingered a moment too long when measuring Chris' chest and waist, neither man mentioned it.

Then Chris came in, requesting a different style of lapels. Scott nodded but that would take another week of work. Chris had no difficulty waiting.

-:-

"Mr. MacLean, what do you think of this stitching?"

"It's no good, do it again. Now tell me more about your schooling in Germany?"

-:-

"No, this won't do. I accidentally made the sleeves an inch too short!"

"Is that another delay Mr. Bennet? I'm starting to doubt your skill."

"Oh shut up."

-:-

It took almost three months, but the suit finally got finished. Mostly because Chris' wife had been wondering why a simple suit was taking so long.

Scott folded the clothing neatly into a box and set it on the counter in front of Chris. Chris smiled, his eyes straying to the door behind the register that he knew led to Scott's apartment.

"Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?" Scott's expression was neutral but his eyes glinted mischievously.

Chris, always a gentleman, accepted.

The apartment was small and cozy. Chris settled on the couch and watched Scott prepare the coffee.

They sat close to each other as they sipped their drinks, chatting about nothing, their thighs just barely touching.

Then Scott leaned across Chris to set his cup on the table and they froze, staring at the other in wonder.

The kiss was soft and hesitant. Someone sighed, then another moaned and the kiss became more sure. Arms wrapped around necks and waists.

Then Chris felt Scott's tongue and the outside world faded away.

It may have started out innocent.

It turned into anything but.

-Fin-