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Diana looked herself over in the mirror, eyes tracing over the dark lines of her lingerie. Beautiful black lace with red trim that fit her like a glove. The lace and straps highlighted her chest, the panties were more comfortable than she'd expected and went nicely with her favorite garter belt, which kept her thigh-high stockings in place.
Those stockings had damn near given her a heart attack when she put them on. Her nail had caught on one and she'd had that moment that always came with pulling on a new pair of stockings, only to get a run in them before they've seen any actual wear. Luckily, these had proven to be sturdier than they looked, with not a run or loose thread in sight upon inspection.
Usually, she wasn't one for lingerie like this, the sort meant for show. Most of her undergarments were nice, but quite simple, focusing on comfort and ease rather than looks. When she'd spotted this set though, she'd been so easily able to picture herself in it that she couldn't resist.
47 always seemed to appreciate when she dressed up for him. He always took his time, running his fingers over every strap and seam, tracing over little details like he was committing each one to memory.
As she touched up her lipstick, Diana heard the front door open and shut, footsteps sounding against the hard floors as 47 returned home. She pulled on her little black dressing gown, though left it untied, and settled on the bed. There was always that little thrill of anticipation that came with waiting for him to come find her, a feeling she absolutely loved. She simply waited, thumbing through a book from the bedside table and watching the door from the corner of her eye, lightly biting the inside of her lip, hardly able to wait to see just what 47 thought of her new lingerie.